Lyrics Parlay - T.I. feat. D.O.P.E.
I
got
dough
Bap
Grand
Hustle
nigga
Hustle
Gang
nigga
Yeah
yeah
yeah
Bap
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
[?]
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