Featuring: 2 Chainz
[Chorus: T-Streets]
Bitch I'm on the grind, I'm all about my cabbage
I'm out this world, I'm outter space, I'm on another plannet
I never was average, this rap shit automatic
And I'm the special man, I let you niggas have it
Bitch I'm out this world
[Verse 1: T-Streets]
It's money money money, money money
Gotta get it, gotta spend it
Gotta have it, gotta stack it
Gotta flip it
The prodict, that's a profit
Gotta stretch it, gotta whip it
Got 4 up in the addic, 1 cooking in the kitchen
You niggas out of town, bitch I'm outer space
Young Mula, bitch I throw a stack up in your face
Big joker statis, and you niggas just a ace
31 charges, and I cancel every case
Strizzle get respect, especially in the streets
Danny Glover with the weapon, and Al Pacino with the heat
Been killing for too long, right now it's time to eat
Dreamin bout the chetter, make dollars in my sleep
[Chorus: T-Streets]
Bitch I'm on the grind, I'm all about my cabbage
I'm out this world, I'm outter space, I'm on another plannet
I never was average, this rap shit automatic
And I'm the special man, I let you niggas have it
Bitch I'm out this world
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz!
OK I'm bout to take off, riding like a racecar
I'm out of this world, skipped that, spacebar
All this work I got, I could never take a day off
And I ain't talking bench press, but I get that weight off
And you niggas way off, tell me what you gon do
Microphone check, [?] hit you with that 1 2
Niggas saying they winnin, but we already won too
Box full of bullits, and I give you niggas 1 too
Hit you with the poker face, slide like a stolen [?]
You would think it's my birthday, how I'm blowin cake
Mink on, like I'm dead wrong
Smoking loud, Dr. Dre headphones
[Chorus: T-Streets]
Bitch I'm on the grind, I'm all about my cabbage
I'm out this world, I'm outter space, I'm on another plannet
I never was average, this rap shit automatic
And I'm the special man, I let you niggas have it
Bitch I'm out this world
Bitch I'm on the grind, I'm all about my cabbage
I'm out this world, I'm outter space, I'm on another plannet
I never was average, this rap shit automatic
And I'm the special man, I let you niggas have it
Bitch I'm out this world
[Verse 1: T-Streets]
It's money money money, money money
Gotta get it, gotta spend it
Gotta have it, gotta stack it
Gotta flip it
The prodict, that's a profit
Gotta stretch it, gotta whip it
Got 4 up in the addic, 1 cooking in the kitchen
You niggas out of town, bitch I'm outer space
Young Mula, bitch I throw a stack up in your face
Big joker statis, and you niggas just a ace
31 charges, and I cancel every case
Strizzle get respect, especially in the streets
Danny Glover with the weapon, and Al Pacino with the heat
Been killing for too long, right now it's time to eat
Dreamin bout the chetter, make dollars in my sleep
[Chorus: T-Streets]
Bitch I'm on the grind, I'm all about my cabbage
I'm out this world, I'm outter space, I'm on another plannet
I never was average, this rap shit automatic
And I'm the special man, I let you niggas have it
Bitch I'm out this world
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz!
OK I'm bout to take off, riding like a racecar
I'm out of this world, skipped that, spacebar
All this work I got, I could never take a day off
And I ain't talking bench press, but I get that weight off
And you niggas way off, tell me what you gon do
Microphone check, [?] hit you with that 1 2
Niggas saying they winnin, but we already won too
Box full of bullits, and I give you niggas 1 too
Hit you with the poker face, slide like a stolen [?]
You would think it's my birthday, how I'm blowin cake
Mink on, like I'm dead wrong
Smoking loud, Dr. Dre headphones
[Chorus: T-Streets]
Bitch I'm on the grind, I'm all about my cabbage
I'm out this world, I'm outter space, I'm on another plannet
I never was average, this rap shit automatic
And I'm the special man, I let you niggas have it
Bitch I'm out this world