T.I. Parlay song lyrics

I got dough

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Grand Hustle nigga

Hustle Gang nigga

Yeah yeah yeah

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HEY HEY

Get Dough Or Die nigga

Broke nigga eat your heart out

Okay bruh

Yeah, ay never mind that Blasé-Blasé, all we do is parlay

All we do is parlay, all we do is parlay

Ferrari Maserati riders, all we do is parlay

All we do is parlay, all we do is parlay

We living every day like Friday, all we do is parlay

All we do is parlay, all we do is parlay

Just ask them hoes they know about us, all we do is parlay

All we do is parlay, say all we do is parlay

Got May-backs on they block and a watch tank top, two chain

Snap-backs and cargo; them racks I got carloads

My flow sick, got parvo, my swag on retardo

A bunch of G' when we ride ho, we live no Apollo

Got strippers, got star hoes, we talk shit, swallow spit

In mansions and condos, they quick to swallow dick

Fly G-4 to the West coast, under palm trees popping Dom P

With a hazel-eyed big blonde weave that got a jungle booty, Jumanji

All I do is wake up, cake up, smear these bitches makeup

In them new Margiela flavors in Montego Bay, Jamaica

Hundred karat chain, solitaire, no Pavé

Never mind they Blasé-Blasé, all we do is parlay

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ay thug, got me leaning to my left, fake as hell

I be sagging like a thug, buy a ho the Louis belt

The whole clique, throwing ten, I can do that by myself

My sound ground, they be alien and don't know it like they live

I get my cash straight out K truck, nigga wanna try me

I'mma hit [?] ASAP, he gon' drive the fever

Make it failing like it stay flake

Nigga we'll get you well-done, the state way, [?] bumping with my [?]

My house stay where the lake stay, Benz seat where my ass stay

I'm making plays on a good day and I'm parlaying on a bad day

My Red Bottoms say CL, My Benz coupe say CL

Sharp than they two hill, oops, [?] bitch!

Ay, all I do is parlay, I do everything the star way

I got bitches fucking with me, pussy sweeter than a parfait

Sell all of my parquet, at the other end of Parkway

Nigga try me and I'll make that chopper sing like a Bar-Kay

All I do is parlay, all I do is parlay

I been getting money so I'm calling Target "Targét"

All of the bitches go our way, I'm killing these niggas the bar way

You can't be a nigga they say is a dawg unless they referring to Shar-Peis

Me and that Gucci won't part ways, bitch I be fresh as a fool (fool)

These are the brooks in my forte, sometimes I be dressed in the cool (cool)

I know I be winning cause suckers be constantly trying to catch up with my mood (mood)

Sit back and watch while I turn up a notch, just [?] just what I [?]