{"Automatic defense procedures initiated."} [Intro: T.I.] I got DOPE! BAP! Grand Hustle nigga (Hustle Gang nigga!) Yeah yeah yeah! Bap! (HEY! HEY!) Get Dough Or Die nigga (broke niggaz eat your heart out!) G.D.O.D. nigga (okay bruh) AY! HEY! [Chorus: T.I.] Yeah, ay never mind that blahzay-blahzay, 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 livin 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 [T.I.] Got Maybachs on they block and a watch, tanktop, two chains Snapbacks and cargos; them racks I got carloads My flow sick, got parvo, my swag on retardo A bunch of G's when we ride hoe, 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 poppin 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 blahzay-blahzay, all we do is parlay [Chorus] [D.O.P.E.] Yeah, yeah, yeah Ay thug, got me leanin to my left, fake as hell I be saggin like a thug, buy a hoe the Louis belt The whole clique, throwin 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'ma hit big cuz ASAP, he gon' drive the fever Make it failin like it stay flake[?] Nigga we'll get you well-done, and stay away, the bumpin with my kayfabe[?] My house stay where the lake stay, Benz seat where my ass stay I'm makin plays on a good day and only parlayin on a bad day My Red Bottoms say CL, Benz coupe say CL Sharp than they two hill[?], oops, now we three hills[?] bitch! [Chorus] [D.O.P.E.] Ay, all I do is parlay, I do everything the star way I got bitches fuckin 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 gettin money so I'm callin Target "Targét" All of the bitches go our way, I'm killin these niggaz the bar way You can't be a nigga they say is a dog unless they referrin 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 winnin cause suckers be constantly tryin to catch up with my mood (mood) Sit back and watch while I turn up a notch, just [?] just what I do (do) [Chorus]