More songs by T.I.
Description
Producer: Pharrell Williams
Composer: Pharrell Williams
Lyricist: Pharrell Williams
Lyricist: Clifford Harris
Lyrics and translation
Original
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Runnin' to the checkered flag, runnin' through the red light
12 Catch me gunnin', won't pull over 'til I'm dead, right?
Ridin' 'til the sunrise, care no 'bout no bedtime
Ain't gon' care no bitches ridin' with me, let they head by
Better know
From west side Atlanta up to Bed-Stuy
All the way to Crenshaw, I'ma handle mine, nigga, better know
Big shit, poppin', ain't no lil' shit
Droppin' bags, it's a lot to you, to me a lil' bit, let 'em know
Brown Chevy, .40 cal in my lap (uh-huh)
Real dope boys in the trap (uh-huh)
The big yacht, ballin' like a big shot
Niggas on my dick, make, make room for your bitch
Gotta let 'em know (ay)
I don't tongue wrestle, I don't lip box (uh-huh)
Solitaires, all I do is big rocks
I came from dealin' rock all the way to hit charts
On the throne, bitch ain't want no more, she can kick rocks
Let 'em know
My foot up on the gas
I'm blowin' money fast (better know)
I'm on these haters' ass
I know these niggas mad (better let 'em know)
Big dog, always gettin' bread, I ain't never scared
Big flex on a nigga head, what I'm standin' on
Big net, big check, we done did that
Push your wig back, better give me respect and some more
Atlanta know, 'fore I would book a show for a grand or so
I was sellin' grams right on Campbell 'til them hammers go
Lames sneakin' to me, what you need a camera for?
Sinner hitta hittin' hos on centerfold, better know
They call it ballin', we just call it livin'
They say, "You live and die by your decisions"
Well, I'ma push it to the limit, never mind the consequences
Interfere, nigga, I'ma handle business, better let 'em know
On another level, my assets are put together
Hit the pedal, do two hundred everywhere I go
(Better know) and I stay fly, just to show that they mad
On the throne, bitch ain't want no more, she can kick rocks
Let 'em know
My foot up on the gas
I'm blowin' money fast (better know)
I'm on these haters' ass
I know these niggas mad (better let 'em know)
Skateboard P on the track
Louis duffel bag 50 racks (uh-huh)
Poppin' so obnoxious, I ain't got no country
Promote like I still got a pocket full of crack
All they do is fight for number two 'cause I'm the one, uh-huh
Still make a play with the one
All we know is success, hit her with some rich sex
Good lookin', your bitch back, she forever mine 'til I let her go
(On my leave)
Better know, let, let, let 'em know
Better know, let, let, let 'em (on my leave)
Better know, let, let, let 'em know
Better know, let, let, let 'em (on my leave)
My foot up on the gas
I'm blowin' money fast (better know)
I'm on these haters' ass
I know these niggas mad (better let 'em know)
English translation
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Runnin' to the checkered flag, runnin' through the red light
12 Catch me gunnin', won't pull over 'til I'm dead, right?
Ridin' 'til the sunrise, care no 'bout no bedtime
Ain't gon' care no bitches ridin' with me, let they head by
Better know
From west side Atlanta up to Bed-Stuy
All the way to Crenshaw, I'ma handle mine, nigga, better know
Big shit, poppin', ain't no lil' shit
Droppin' bags, it's a lot to you, to me a lil' bit, let 'em know
Brown Chevy, .40 cal in my lap (uh-huh)
Real dope boys in the trap (uh-huh)
The big yacht, ballin' like a big shot
Niggas on my dick, make, make room for your bitch
Gotta let 'em know (ay)
I don't tongue wrestle, I don't lip box (uh-huh)
Solitaires, all I do is big rocks
I came from dealin' rock all the way to hit charts
On the throne, bitch ain't want no more, she can kick rocks
Let 'em know
My foot up on the gas
I'm blowin' money fast (better know)
I'm on these haters' ass
I know these niggas mad (better let 'em know)
Big dog, always gettin' bread, I ain't never scared
Big flex on a nigga head, what I'm standin' on
Big net, big check, we done did that
Push your wig back, better give me respect and some more
Atlanta know, 'fore I would book a show for a grand or so
I was sellin' grams right on Campbell 'til them hammers go
Lames sneakin' to me, what you need a camera for?
Sinner hitta hittin' hos on centerfold, better know
They call it ballin', we just call it livin'
They say, "You live and die by your decisions"
Well, I'ma push it to the limit, never mind the consequences
Interfere, nigga, I'ma handle business, better let 'em know
On another level, my assets are put together
Hit the pedal, do two hundred everywhere I go
(Better know) and I stay fly, just to show that they mad
On the throne, bitch ain't want no more, she can kick rocks
Let 'em know
My foot up on the gas
I'm blowin' money fast (better know)
I'm on these haters' ass
I know these niggas mad (better let 'em know)
Skateboard P on the track
Louis duffel bag 50 racks (uh-huh)
Poppin' so obnoxious, I ain't got no country
Promote like I still got a pocket full of crack
All they do is fight for number two 'cause I'm the one, uh-huh
Still make a play with the one
All we know is success, hit her with some rich sex
Good lookin', your bitch back, she forever mine 'til I let her go
(On my leave)
Better know, let, let, let 'em know
Better know, let, let, let 'em (on my leave)
Better know, let, let, let 'em know
Better know, let, let, let 'em (on my leave)
My foot up on the gas
I'm blowin' money fast (better know)
I'm on these haters' ass
I know these niggas mad (better let 'em know)