T.I. Pledge Allegiance Lyrics feat. Rick Ross

T.I., also known as Tip, is a renowned American rapper, actor, and entrepreneur. He is a pioneer of trap music and known for his dynamic flow, storytelling abilities, and versatility. T.I.’s impact on Southern hip-hop and his successful albums have solidified his position as a prominent figure in the rap industry. Check out the T.I. Pledge Allegiance Lyrics, Video, and Download here…

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T.I. ft. Rick Ross – Pledge Allegiance

T.I. Pledge Allegiance Lyrics

[Intro] Ay count that money for me partner
Ay Ross make sure that n*gga got that sh*t right, ya hear me?
Ay, let a motherf*cker go ding, that’s a 150 thou
Yeah, that sh*t should add up to about 5.4
I be right back, I’m finna go get dressed
Tell the n*gga to gas up the jet

[Chorus: T.I.] I stay on my grind cause that come first
If he get outta line his feelings finna get hurt
All that’s on my mind is get that dough
He try me I’ma take you places you don’t wanna go
50, 60 stacks of more and I’m in your town
Just to shake some booty home but it finna go down
Hear that click clack roll, better get back fast
Have attention when you see me pledge allegiance to the swag
Pledge allegiance to the swag [x8]

[Verse 1: T.I.] Ay, I do my thang you don’t know
Off the motherf*ckin’ chain, play the game how it go
I ain’t in the game still I’ma problem on the low
Whip them thangs well just know I know who got it for the low
Triple O.G. so sucker free, I swear
You don’t know me homie you can get the f*ck from round here
I don’t care who you will, who you with or who you know
Let’s be clear, I’m a motherf*ckin’ g and you a hoe
Keep that Remy XO pulled up, bankrolled, swole up
Smell money in the air soon as I roll up, ayyy
I’m the coolest in the city b*tch
While you lame trippin’ on that goofy stupid silly sh*t
Who you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich, any with it killin’ sh*t
Came in that b*tch with my ego and got cash
I demand you to raise your hand and
Pledge allegiance to the swag

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross] World got no money call me David Copperfield
A b*tch’ll disappear or the b*tch will disappear
We control the corners, that’s usual politics
Push a button from the mansion, hit you with a hollow tip
We two different n*ggas, I’m servin’, he sniffing his
And I love that new Bugatti, how that b*tch be shifting gears
Movin’ how I move, I f*ck with a selected few
Aviators and Audemars, the bezel fluorescent blue
Down south n*gga, had to climb up out the barrel
Outfox these n*ggas, now we rock out on apparel
Pledge allegiance to the swag cause this sh*t is top notch
Jumpin’ in and outta b*tches like I’m playin’ hopscotch
Jumpin’ in and outta sixes like I got a car lot
And I got the type of digits that your b*tch’ll dial by
Young n*ggas bow down to the kings
In the presence of a don, pay respect, kiss my ring

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: T.I.] The Enzo off set, neck, wrist frosty
Deal ain’t hundred mil, you ain’t talkin’ bout sh*t
N*gga wanna beef, he get the whole cal quick
If you talking bout some paper step into my office
On some pimp house sh*t, written out chicks,
F*ck ’em from behind, they be spitting out dick
Excuse me now but if I may make an announcement
I smoke no more but when I did I was blowin’ ounces of gas
Ask the feds what I had when they found me
We down with whatever, don’t interrupt my countin’
Ballin’ on a daily basis, call my accountant
Only time you make it rain when you throwin’ change in a fountain
Flow sick, crazy, deranged, need counselin’
He say I ain’t all that, she say I’m outstandin’
Them lames all cheesy, square’s outta season
When you see my swag, n*gga, pledge your allegiance

[Chorus]

[T.I. talking] Ay my n*gga I’m the type of stars and stripes you know what I’m saying,
You come f*ck with me on that bullsh*t you’ll be seeing stars and stripes n*gga,
You understand that n*gga, say I’m lying, think it’s a game if you want to partna
Ay Ross I see you my n*gga, I bump that Maybach music n*gga when I’m playing music in my Maybach, ya dig
Aye listen, all you other sucker ass n*gga homeboys
I don’t see you dog, you transparent, translucent dog
My n*gga get out my way n*gga let money get through here dog
You understand
Say you n*ggas ain’t even on my muthaf*cking resume dog
Aye my n*gga if I did take you out the game it was my pleasure to move you out my god damn way you know what I’m saying
N*ggas say no more homes
N*gga you could have died in the hand of another man, you know what I’m saying
N*gga I’m the best thing that ever happen to you, n*gga
You know, say homeboy
My worst muthf*cking mistake was the best you ever hope for
Know what I’m saying, I forgot more sh*t than you could remember
N*gga, I got more muthaf*cking money in my chain draw than you got in your god damn bank roll n*gga
N*gga anytime you want to, n*gga I match my change to your mutha-fcking dollars
See who come up first know what I’m saying
Big bank take little bank n*gga wassup n*gga?
These n*ggas thought I was just talkin when I came in this muf*cka talkin that cage sh*t n*gga
Look at me know n*gga what you see n*gga? Huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get your pen out take notes n*gga
Don’t hate n*gga! Ha!
F*ck that bullsh*t, partna.
It’s the muf*cka…
Aye man, jay. Ay, Jay talkin ’bout…
Jay say he made the blueprint my n*gga
This the muthaf*ckin’ foundation n*gga, OK?
Yeah, everything else would be built up off of this sh*t n*gga.
All red-y yeah, yeah
Say no more n*gga everything understood don’t need to be explained
Ross I got you n*gga, say no more
It’s all good my n*gga
Grand hustle psc for life b*tch n*gga! West side!
It’s on one bank here n*gga
Count, I told you! Didn’t I muthaf*ckin’ tell you? Yeah!
Aight then, I’ll holla at y’all n*ggas on the motherf*cking flip-side n*gga!
A hundred million plus, a bus n*gga, b*tch n*gga!