T.I., Lil’ Kim - Get Ya Shit Together lyrics

As you see the OGs from Grand
Hustle done laid it down again tIP shawty
Hey yo, this for all my homegirls like to
See a baller do his thing
Get ya shit together come on
All the eight, nines, and dimes
I'd like to welcome y'all to the
Best time of ya life ya understand that
All the stones is real
And it's all chrome on the wheels, ya know
Anything less is uncivilized

Pull up to the club, lift both doors up
Hopped out clean and yo ho chose us
Walked in the door, make the show hold up
Cause my neck and my bracelet is so froze up
The kind of stones bitches wanna see close up
So we don't approach them
They come and approach us
Roll the dro up then go post up
Look down with the west finna go sho' nuff


In the VIP and all eyes on us
Hoes chill, poppin' pills blowin' dro no dust
What cha say, got a man so what
I don't know him baby and he don't know her
I got a new Phantom and my own chauffeur
Ya think ya finna be thinkin' 'bout him
No sir
Probably prefer to tell ya man good night
Unless you don't wanna know what
The good life look like

If you ain't gettin' money good night
I know what a broke nigga look like
When ya ridin' in ya wheels
Get ya shit together
Boy them diamonds ain't real
Get ya shit together
Now we can ball seven days, six nights
If that head and that pussy hit right
Hey, match ya panties with ya
Bras get ya shit together
Go get ya hair and nails
Done get ya shit together

Hey, I'm off the scene
With Louis the thirteenth
Chains swings to my jeans
And my T-shirt clean
In case you been researching, I'm the King
With a style as mean as the Earth seem
Chest on ice, and my wrist on gleam
30 karats in the ring, money ain't no thing
You think I'm playin' but I ain't joking
The dro king, if it ain't purple
I ain't smoking rubberband bank rolls
Fifty thousand dollar cheddar knots
Try to shine, is you out your mind
Boy you better not
I walk around with more money
Than you ever got
Shrewd attitude like I never had
To sell a rock
Shawty I can get you in whatever spot
Backstage, front row, what I got to front for
I'm getting bored
Don't even know what I stunt for
Got a lot of rides
What it hurt to cop one more

If you ain't gettin' money good night
I know what a broke nigga look like
When ya ridin' in ya wheels
Get ya shit together
Boy them diamonds ain't real
Get ya shit together
Now we can ball seven days, six nights
If that head and that pussy hit right
Hey, match ya panties with ya
Bras get ya shit together
Go get ya hair and nails
Done get ya shit together

To all my hot girls, if you wanna come chill
Or roll on chrome wheels
Let me tell you what it is
We fixin' throw a little party at the crib
Where the floors tricked out and
The rooms like ill
The basement's cool, but the pools unreal
Where that millionaire lives
Shit remains concealled
So pop a pill, put on your blindfold
I'm hitting the dance floor
And grab eighty-nine more
Let em' know we on the way
Where they been trying to go
I knew I had em' when they asked
Me "What kind of diamonds are those"
Headed to the spot pouring double shots of XO
Play the "Love Below" ane
Watch'em undress slow
Flicks on the flat screen
Make em' want to "Get Low"
And spit shine this dick of
Mine until it gets swole
When they kick it with the king
They don't wanna let go
So whatcha gonna tell a nigga
When he tell ya "Let's Go"

If you ain't gettin' money good night
I know what a broke nigga look like
When ya ridin' in ya wheels
Get ya shit together
Boy them diamonds ain't real
Get ya shit together
Now we can ball seven days, six nights
If that head and that pussy hit right
Hey, match ya panties with ya
Bras get ya shit together
Go get ya hair and nails
Done get ya shit together