I'm Still

[Intro: DJ Khaled] Money long, the night is young, another one The world is ours, DJ Khaled [Chorus: Chris Brown] I know a lot of niggas in here probably hate me right now But I'll drink to that, I'll drink to that That ain't gon' change a thing, no Still gon' do my thing I'm still, yeah yeah, still gon' go and get mine Still gon' keep on winning, still gon' keep it 100 every time I'm still, I'm still eating when them niggas throw shots I'm still, I'm still still gon' end up on top, I'm still, pussy ass niggas stop hating [Verse 1: Wale] Ralph, uh, niggas be women like hoes be women, look at me close, there is no sympathy Those with envy be throwing subliminal quotes, I'd rather them warring with me If only I hate them like Tony Montana, except, no Manolo She love me for another cuelo, these dudes is snakes these women is vultures Who am I to trust, who gon' ride for me? Who gon' light somebody's body up? When I be like "Yup", they squeeze Comfortably and that new custom piece, my Tisci t-shirt a couple of G's I talked to a bunch of G's just like a frozen tundras pitch And the Lambo feel when a real nigga doing 110 tryna skrr in it, yeah And the world so ill when the boy get funny over money or a girl on ya, uh Let it marinate, uh, Wal', let me curate, uh, let them niggas hate But never ever let a women tell a nigga "Wait"' uh, sway [Chorus] [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Most of these niggas ain't raw, most of these ain't popping Most of these niggas ain't balling, most of these niggas they starving Talking cars and, what the fuck? They don't even got 'em So high don't see no problems, bitch I'm on them trees like Tarzan Aw man, I want all my cheese like Robin Shrimp or calamari, I'm a young nigga with options Mm, and you close but y'all ain't close enough In the VIP call me the poster child for posting up Top floor suite we going up, D.A.F. I'm dope as fuck Woo, hundred bottles coming, that mean a hundred bottles getting opened up Rolex face all frozen, expect y'all to hate, y'all ain't supposed to love it She backing up, like a Tonka truck [Chorus] [Verse 3: DJ Khaled] Fuck boy, I kept it real, came up, wake up, feeling blessed Pockets full, no stress, at the shop, we the best Cutting checks, eating good, loving life, projects all night I'm still, I'm still gon' shine bright in that limelight [Verse 4: Ace Hood] Okay now it's no more Mr. Nice Guy, if you niggas couldn't see me in the day time Girl you got a better chance getting a day job, your career wouldn't blow away the napalm Silly motherfucker, who knows how to win the game on the buzzer? I'm the type to make a whole lot of money, buy a whole new crib cause I'm bored as a mother And it's still fuck hater Still gon' ball like Kobe from the Lakers Still we the best, and it's still hood nation And I'm still gonna smoke even if I'm on papers [Chorus]