T.I. — Flicka Da Wrist Remix

[Intro] Goodnight Dont Exist In ATL MLK Bitch! [Hook] Look at tha flicka da wrist Catchin' plays, catchin' play I woke up feelin' like I was on the moon I woke up feelin' like I need a hundred goons Look at the flicka da wrist, look at the flicka da wrist Look at the flicka da wrist, look at the flicka da wrist Look at the flicka da wrist, look at the flicka da wrist Look at the flicka da wrist, (Hustle Gang Nigga) Look at the flicka da wrist [Verse 1: T.I.] Bust it up put it in a pot (Ahhh) And then you heat that shit Whoop it like a bitch Till it lock off, and rock up Let it dry, then repeat that shit You ain't commin' out the boat You can keep that shit Trap fundamentals like I teach that shit You all know em, You all suffer [?], you catch a case Shut your mouth you can beat that shit Hall & Oates with the dope gang Bankroll and the chain for the cocaine Get you a little watch and a gold chain And a Benz, but the shit Can be in your name , nigga hold up Digits on digits, and digital scales Got bricks in the kitchen They hittin' the shelves, nigga Come in here trippin' we givin you shells 'Finna pay out my lawyer, no sittin' in jail Praying for heaven, but givin' 'em hell Ain't gonna stop until he get him a meal The city his, he a big deal Trapped everywhere, paranoid Tryin' not to get killed Moving Up and Down the Interstate Trappin' hard dealing weight 2 rules in the Gang: Nigga, Get Rich Get Away [Hook]