I Can’t Help It

Lyrics

[Verse 1: T.I.] Hey, you know me, bitch nigga, I'm all of that Hit your broad with the business, didn't call her back Relax lil' cat, let the big dog attack Thought it was over for me homie, did you fall for that? U-turn big arrest, no cardiac Get your hand out of my pocket What with all of that? Tell the sheriff he can get these fucking charges back And lil money, still gotta thank God for that Regardless, big bank can't fold it up Ain't another nigga flowing who a colder bruh Quarter-mil for the show, really though, what's up? Louis duffel-bag say "load it up" Get into the hotel, better know what's up With them niggas out there get the hold it off We never had a problem getting hoes to fuck Suck dick, lick, spit from the shoulders up I let this nut get all over her Another thick bitch kissing all over her Bust the pussy wide open can't close it up Make it bounce that shit When you found that bitch She was laid on the ground Patted down, six chicks For the drab bag of money Trying to count that shit Never would you find me around that bitch If she got them lips wrapped around that dick All the niggas wanna make love, fuck that I Bing, Bang, pound, beat down that clit Sick with it, like E-40 and them Fill up every hole jaw that you saw with him This K-I-N-G aka, Big Bank, aka Shawty the Pimp Ay, aka Shawty the Pimp Big Bank, aka Shaw the Pimp [Chorus: Rocko & (T.I.)] I get money, I can't help it You can't stop it, you gotta accept it You can't knock it, you gotta respect it This is who I am nigga, I can't help it I can't help it (In the ghetto in a drop Rolls Royce) (They say "keep it one hundred") (I ain't got no choice) I can't help it (Yeah, her all-way big bank) (I'm so trill and you ain't) ("Cut it down" Bitch, I can't) I can't help it (Ay, see how I do it? I'm so hood) ("Cut it off, go Hollywood") (Bitch I would if I could) I can't help it (Ay, the city wouldn't be shit without me) (Fifteen-million dollar houses) (Still can't get that trap up out me) I can't help it [Verse 2: Rocko] I'm a hustler all the way down to the bone Terrorists everyday rhyme with that bomb Stay on the day from the night to the morn' I ain't gonna serve you nothing under a zone No fucking favors, don't ask for no loan Shop with your dogs then tryna get on Come on my spot, don't be calling my phone Nigga you ain't tryna shop, leave me alone Grinding for days, I haven't been home Don't plan on going on 'til it's all gone Mainly strong or whatever you want "Gotta get right" Well, fuck it, what's wrong? Shots of Patron, whole lot of storm 800's on but you know what I'm on Your bitch wanna fuck now she know that I'm on On motherfucker, I just want some dome Play with me nigga, I got that tone Need no help I can handle my own I tear on your sqaud but I ain't from the Bronx One in the back, still play with that drum Just know that I don't play the radio home No radio-play every song that I'm on Case you ain't know I'm Rocko the Don Zone folk Hamilton, low on fun Gucci my hat, Gucci my drawers Gucci on my ass-cheek cover my balls Gucci my pant, Gucci my shirt Gucci bookbag while I keep on that twerk Gucci bandanna on top of my shirt Gucci boots on, gotta travel in the dirt She around me everywhere I go G Code, G Code that's all I know [Chorus: Rocko & (T.I.)] I get money, I can't help it You can't stop it, you gotta accept it You can't knock it, you gotta respect it This is who I am nigga, I can't help it I can't help it (In the ghetto in a drop Rolls Royce) (They say "keep it one hundred") (I ain't got no choice) I can't help it (Yeah, her all-way big bank) (I'm so trill and you ain't) ("Cut it down" Bitch, I can't) I can't help it (Ay, see how I do it? I'm so hood) ("Cut it off, go Hollywood") (Bitch I would if I could) I can't help it (Ay, the city wouldn't be shit without me) (Fifteen-million dollar houses) (Still can't get that trap up out me) I can't help it