Check Dis Dig That by T.I. Lyrics
[Chorus: T.I.]
Check this, dig that
You know I be getting that
Money and them big stacks
You broke, I can fix that
You broke, I can fix that
Check this, dig that
You know I be getting that
Money and them big stacks
You broke, I can fix that
You broke, I can fix that
[Verse 1: T.I.]
I'm getting my hustle on, and I'm rolling
Forever getting that paper
Fresh out of prison, I'm glowing
Middle finger to them haters
Get your chick before she get stolen
One of my partners surely may take her
Send her back to you, pussy swollen
[?] messed up just like her makeup
Got an elephant memory, it's flawless
I remember all of y'all who was talking
Got a good mind to run in your office
Whip your ass in front of your bosses
My partner died in my honor
I'm responsible for his mama
His daughter, too
Bet you she can go whatever college she wanna
Still wrap rubber bands on my bankroll
Broke or something, I can't go
Bitches yelling out I'm the shit, I'm like tell me something I ain't know
My broker call, say my stocks [?]
Up 20 percent, so my profits
Increasing even in my absence
So my attitude is obnoxious
Contract almost expired
They get one more album off it
[?] make my contract big [?]
Got bitches on my sausage
And federales watching
Just one more year of paper, and I'm back to blowing broccoli
[Chorus: T.I.]
Check this, dig that
You know I be getting that
Money and them big stacks
You broke, I can fix that
You broke, I can fix that
Check this, dig that
You know I be getting that
Money and them big stacks
You broke, I can fix that
You broke, I can fix that
[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]
I'm the king of Texas, I put on
On the block, tryna put the whole hood on
Stay [?] still wrong
Street shit, only thing a nigga still on
My niggas locked up for same shit like [?]
Attitude fucked, that shit been good
Tell 'em I got a million, never gotta worry 'bout a thing
I represented the best I could
I get payed when I rap
Shit get flipped then I'm back to the trap
Locked up with something that clap
If you don't get that, then bitch you get slapped
Bitch, I pop up, get this guap up
I'll be in the hood same place I got shot up
I won't be stopped, prolly why you niggas hate
Money gettin' big, [?] look what I got up
You ain't seen that [?] drop
Can't stay icy, bitch, I stay hot
Yeah, I'm the truth, that's what you not
It's my time, fuck your clock
I got my team strong and my guns loaded
City mine, the whole hood voted
This murder bidness, they know I showed it
Suicide, both doors floating
Me and T.I.P., GDOD
Got that work, COD
There ain't nothing free, you gotta pay a fee
That talkin' cool but ain't shit to me
Broke, I be damned if I go back
This Hustle Gang,and you know that
We earn respect so you owe that
With a middle finger, I'm like: "Hold that"
[Chorus: T.I.]
Check this, dig that
You know I be getting that
Money and them big stacks
You broke, I can fix that
You broke, I can fix that
Check this, dig that
You know I be getting that
Money and them big stacks
You broke, I can fix that
You broke, I can fix that
Check this, dig that
You know I be getting that
Money and them big stacks
You broke, I can fix that
You broke, I can fix that
Check this, dig that
You know I be getting that
Money and them big stacks
You broke, I can fix that
You broke, I can fix that
[Verse 1: T.I.]
I'm getting my hustle on, and I'm rolling
Forever getting that paper
Fresh out of prison, I'm glowing
Middle finger to them haters
Get your chick before she get stolen
One of my partners surely may take her
Send her back to you, pussy swollen
[?] messed up just like her makeup
Got an elephant memory, it's flawless
I remember all of y'all who was talking
Got a good mind to run in your office
Whip your ass in front of your bosses
My partner died in my honor
I'm responsible for his mama
His daughter, too
Bet you she can go whatever college she wanna
Still wrap rubber bands on my bankroll
Broke or something, I can't go
Bitches yelling out I'm the shit, I'm like tell me something I ain't know
My broker call, say my stocks [?]
Up 20 percent, so my profits
Increasing even in my absence
So my attitude is obnoxious
Contract almost expired
They get one more album off it
[?] make my contract big [?]
Got bitches on my sausage
And federales watching
Just one more year of paper, and I'm back to blowing broccoli
[Chorus: T.I.]
Check this, dig that
You know I be getting that
Money and them big stacks
You broke, I can fix that
You broke, I can fix that
Check this, dig that
You know I be getting that
Money and them big stacks
You broke, I can fix that
You broke, I can fix that
[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]
I'm the king of Texas, I put on
On the block, tryna put the whole hood on
Stay [?] still wrong
Street shit, only thing a nigga still on
My niggas locked up for same shit like [?]
Attitude fucked, that shit been good
Tell 'em I got a million, never gotta worry 'bout a thing
I represented the best I could
I get payed when I rap
Shit get flipped then I'm back to the trap
Locked up with something that clap
If you don't get that, then bitch you get slapped
Bitch, I pop up, get this guap up
I'll be in the hood same place I got shot up
I won't be stopped, prolly why you niggas hate
Money gettin' big, [?] look what I got up
You ain't seen that [?] drop
Can't stay icy, bitch, I stay hot
Yeah, I'm the truth, that's what you not
It's my time, fuck your clock
I got my team strong and my guns loaded
City mine, the whole hood voted
This murder bidness, they know I showed it
Suicide, both doors floating
Me and T.I.P., GDOD
Got that work, COD
There ain't nothing free, you gotta pay a fee
That talkin' cool but ain't shit to me
Broke, I be damned if I go back
This Hustle Gang,and you know that
We earn respect so you owe that
With a middle finger, I'm like: "Hold that"
[Chorus: T.I.]
Check this, dig that
You know I be getting that
Money and them big stacks
You broke, I can fix that
You broke, I can fix that
Check this, dig that
You know I be getting that
Money and them big stacks
You broke, I can fix that
You broke, I can fix that