T.I. Lyrics

Album: Urban Legend

Chillin With My Bitch Lyrics

(feat. Jazze Pha)

 [Intro]

 Dig pimp... I'ma holla at y'all in a minute, I'm finna go change clothes mayne

 go get real spiffy mayne, go kick it with my broad, I'ma holla atchall later..

 

 [Verse 1]

 I left the kids at the crib, and the squad in the trap

 Now I'm in the two-seater with my broad in my lap

 The alpines beatin', but I'm far away from rappin'

 Bumpin' Prince, Sade, or some Marvin Gaye perhaps, I

 Put up my blues, put on some tailor made slacks

 Some wing tip shoes, whachu know about that?

 Button down, cufflinks, hair cut, no hat

 Just felt like gettin' clean and show I know how to act

 At Neiman & Marcus let my girl blow three or four stacks

 Gotta forever to cut the food, and damn I'm relaxed

 In a real cool mood, no beef, no gats

 But then real close by, niggaz better know that

 

 [Chorus - Jazze Pha]

 I ain't hangin' with my niggaz, pullin' no triggaz

 I'll be back to the trap, but for now

 I'm chillin' with my bitch today, I'm chillin' with my bitch today

 I ain't hangin' with my potnaz, I'm out eatin' lobster

 I'm on some grown man shit, ya dig

 I'm chillin' with my bitch today, I'm chillin' with my bitch today

 

 [Verse 2]

 This shit look hard, no drama from none of my baby mama's

 With my hottie, takin' shots of ??? in the Hummer

 Known to kick it like we riches, got Richie and Madonna

 Or either Will and Jada, on vacation for the summer

 Me and my lil' mama, blowin' big as we wanna

 Gotta big sack of some of that shit from California

 A bottle of Patron and a six pack of Corona

 Dro aroma got the six hot steamin' like a sauna

 So I let the top back and I bend anotha corner

 Check into the W, so I can put it on her

 Got the suite for a week, but we can stay a lil' longer

 I ain't trippin', that's the shit that make relationships stronger

 

 [Chorus - repeat]

 

 [Hook]

 Tonight I'm gon chill with my lady friend

 She the type to keep a nigga open

 I'm chillin' with my bitch today

 

 [Verse 3]

 I left the stress in the streets and I'm a long way from home

 Put up the vest and the chrome, even through with my phone

 My potnaz don't wanna be on the shit that I'm on mayne

 Livin' life and kickin' it like a grown man

 Sittin' in the sand, drinkin' pina coladas

 With a double shot of rum, just chillin' right by the water

 No judges, no lawyers, in a whole 'nother world

 Just a bottle and this ?? dro, blowin' with my girl

 

 [Chorus - repeat]

 

 [Repeat Hook]