Out My Face lyrics

[Chorus: T.I. & Shad da God]
Let the yopper rain down if you stop my pay
The Glock I spray, put 'em in the box I say
100K, get it out my safe
If you ain't talkin' money, boy, get out my face, hey
I'mma pull up in the Porsche with a hoe in that b*tch
The Cayenne baby, gotta go foreign that b*tch
I swear, I'm gon' beat my jugg, I'ma burn out the lot
You gettin', drug money, yeah we promotin' that sh*t

[Verse 1: Shad da God]
From my Porsche we swayin' and now we ishy
Now I pull out then drive past on them b*tches
I talk to Roscoe every day like he ain't missin'
You ain't missin' sh*t, they droppin' sh*t in the trenches
I just dropped in the flame, and f*cked up some Benjis
Money comin' and goin', you in that Bimmy
I got some hoes and they supported drinking chilly
I'm with some dudes on the scene in the Rolls Rizzy

[Chorus: T.I. & Shad da God]
Let the yopper rain down if you stop my pay
The Glock I spray, put 'em in the box I say
100K, get it out my safe
If you ain't talkin' money, boy, get out my face, hey
I'ma pull up in the Porsche with a hoe in that b*tch
The Cayenne baby, gotta go foreign that b*tch
I swear, I'm gon' beat my jugg, I'ma burn out the lot
You gettin', drug money, yeah we promotin' that sh*t
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I gotta, top off it ain't for rent
f*ck a, tongue b*tch I'm not a lick
Jump, jump up on that baby ribbit
No frog, but I came up out the motherf*ckin' trenches
Dig it? Pimp her ride like Xzibit did it
Dig it? I'm in Japan like a f*ckin' skillet
Do you dig it? She actin' tough, but I don’t know she with it
Dig it? Dig it? She bought a cat I bought a jag kitty
I'm showin' love out in Magic City
Boy, you a dub, I ain't talking twenties
You didn't show no love, you were never with it
Raining bullets on your cuz man I hope he with it
Cause he gon' get it, oh yeah yeah yeah he gon' get it
I'm that boy yeah yeah but I'm not kiddin'
I asked her do she got a passport she said if she didn't I would purchase it so what'd I ask for

[Chorus: T.I. & Shad da God]
Let the yopper rain down if you stop my pay
The Glock I spray, put 'em in the box I say
100K, get it out my safe
If you ain't talkin' money, boy, get out my face, hey
I'ma pull up in the Porsche with a hoe in that b*tch
The Cayenne baby, gotta go foreign that b*tch
I swear, I'm gon' beat my jugg, I'ma burn out the lot
You gettin', drug money, yeah we promotin' that sh*t
[Verse 3: London Jae & T.I.]
Coming for the money the money lil n*gga
Hangin out the window gunnin, you runnin' lil' n*gga
Ten scrates, I'm a baller no foul on lil n*gga
Money over b*tches forever, you don't want it lil n*gga
Balmain sweat drips, sag on Givenchy boy that 200 racks
Photo 650 three b*tches in a matress
Run the city like marathon, backwoods stuffed with Chevron, shoot every gun, I never run
Trap 24/7 like the telethon, banging heavy metal call him Megatron
Miss me with the bullsh*t is what you better do, Boyz N tha Hood, young n*gga with a attitude
b*tches f*ck, I give a f*ck right now
Might try me, the plug'll pull up right now
n*gga I could give a damn about your two cents, cause you could front me fifty grand and I'm getting rich

[Chorus: T.I. & Shad da God]
Let the yopper rain down if you stop my pay
The Glock I spray, put 'em in the box I say
100K, get it out my safe
If you ain't talkin' money, boy, get out my face, hey
I'ma pull up in the Porsche with a hoe in that b*tch
The Cayenne baby, gotta go foreign that b*tch
I swear, I'm gon' beat my jugg, I'ma burn out the lot
You gettin', drug money, yeah we promotin' that sh*t