Lyrics T.I. – Whatcha Sayin’ Tip

Chorus
So whatcha sayin’ tip?
Understandin’ needs no explanation
My reality is yo’ imagination

Verse 1
I ain’t in the mood, better move
I got a real short fuse, and a bad attitude
Get outta’ line you know what I’m finna’ do to ya dude
Act a motherfuckin’ fool, betta not get it misconstrued
Whatcha sayin tip?
All the guns they can have Imma’ stab me a nigga think I’m playin’ wit’ ya motherfuckin’ ass
Last nigga got stuck think the next one getta pass
Getcha’ issue in a flash Imma’ goon and a half
So whatcha sayin tip?
You don’t wanna see me on ya corner on a mission leave ya sour like the lime in my corona
All alone though wit a big crew

Chorus
So whatcha sayin tip?
Understandin’ needs no explanation
My reality is yo’ imagination
Can you dig it?
Whatcha sayin’ tip?
Rubber band banks, no blanks
Meals are better, short money? No thanks!
Can you dig it?
So whatcha sayin’ tip?
By any means, anything goes
Bank rolls, niggas ?
Can you dig it?
Ay, whatcha sayin’ tip?
Ain’t nobody rock it like I rock it
Cargo pants keep that restin’ on my pockets
Can you dig it?
So whatcha sayin…

Verse 2
I tell it like it is, don’t exaggerate it
Real recognize real
Imma’ ?? elaborate
On saturday cartoon, had a nigga’ turn goon
Fabricatin’ on tv
That ain’t G
That ain’t me
Whatcha sayin’ tip?
Youngin’ wanna show your one of us
Put your guns up, get yo’ funds up, hundred plus
Nigga, nine hundred ninety nine K
Nine hundred ninety nine, plus a dollar, now your paid, better save!
So whatcha sayin’ tip?
Your gettin’ money or your gettin lost
Hit the gas, leave you smellin’ exhaust
Nigga talk
But I get it like they wish
Then I did it wit’ they bitch
What the fuck I care, I’m rich?
Eat a dick, sucka’ nigga!
Ay, whatcha sayin’ tip?
The fly nigga doin’ it, who in this, category competition ruin it
They say they show they ass, well I say I put my shoe in it
And he who see’s it different needs to change the way he view it
I’m the truest nigga!

Chorus
So whatcha sayin tip?
Understandin’ needs no explanation
My reality is yo’ imagination
Can you dig it?
Whatcha sayin’ tip?
Rubber band banks, no blanks
Meals are better, short money? No thanks!
Can you dig it?
So whatcha sayin’ tip?
By any means, anything goes
Bank rolls, niggas ?
Can you dig it?
Ay, whatcha sayin’ tip?
Ain’t nobody rock it like I rock it
Cargo pants keep that restin’ on my pockets
Can you dig it?
So whatcha sayin…