CJ Tha Spaceman - T.I (feat. jaythaspaceman) Lyrics

Niggas know how I just move
Spaceman walk up in the spot with a tool
Niggas know I keep a fully
Bitch I ain't no fool
Yeah

Kung Lao kick the door open I don't play
Green light tell em go and I left em' with the case
Niggas know how it go
Yeah it's CJ, no trace
And I been beat the case
Ima win no debate

Ooh yeah I'm in the field man
Michael Jordan ball out for the hoes then
T.I. hit me up she a real fan
Better stop at the light hide your children

Green light
Tell me why she on my phone
Yeah, yeah
Someone tell her leave me lone'
T.I
She want us to be unknown
No, no
It's gon' get me out my zone

Keep me in the zone
Go for the chrome
Put it on the stone
Hold on don't talk to the hoes
When I walk Armani cologne
Bitches bounce for the gold
And you know what I've told (What?)

One in the morning steppin'
Two in the morning session
Three in the morning I been outside
And it's four a.m. so it's downtime, yeah

It's my life
Had to tell her don't call my phone
Yeah, yeah
So the bitch can leave me lone'
T.I
She want us to be unknown
No no it's gon' get me out my zone

Green light
Tell me why she on my phone
Yeah, yeah
Someone tell her leave me lone'
T.I. she want us to be unknown

Seven a.m. and I'm outside
40 blower and I'll pack a nigga downtime
Tell your bitch to get up and unload
I'm finna find mine clap heat
Jay Space walk a nigga with a Mac three
Niggas know I'm MCM the way I pack four
Niggas know I'm in the coupe and I ride with KOR
Wit my nigga CJ, he finna pop and score

Michael Jordan on the beat
Bitch think I'm T.I. with the three
Bitch think I'm T.I. with the fee
But this bitch on my phone tryna call up on me

I'm not worried bout heem
Cause I'm worried bout a nigga with the stee'
I'm not worried I'm a nigga in the streets
I'm that nigga with the heat aye

Keep a 47 blower and I'll pack down
Niggas know it's Jay Space with the Mac down
And I'm John Cena four with the Smackdown
And this bitch think she cold finna pack rounds

What you think?
Jay Space hottest nigga wit a P
And you can catch me always trappin' in the pinks
And I serve blues to all the fiends

(Yeah, yeah)
What you want?
What you wanna do
What's the deal?
I'm outside with a steel

(T.I.) T.I
Bitch think that she know me for real
(T.I.)
I'm not worried bout a hoe with no bills

Cake getter number one frazy
And this bitch wanna feel me so brazy
In the back of the Cadillac I'm finna make these
Ooh
With the woopty-whoop
Bitch wanna hit me all up on her whoopty-whoop
And she want me dick up all up in her hula-hoop
And I get the big K finna shoot at you

Yeah, yeah