Artist: DJ Khaled f/ Ace Hood, Chris Brown, Wale, Wiz Khalifa Album: Suffering From Success Song: I'm Still Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro: DJ Khaled] Money long, the night is young (another one) The world is ours - DJ KHALED! [Chorus: Chris Brown] + {sample from "Love Me" by Lil Wayne} I know a lot of niggas in here prol'ly hate me right now But I'll drink to that, I'll drink to that That ain't gon' change a thing (noooooo) Still gon' do my thing I'm still - yeah yeah, still gon' go and get mine Still gon' keep on winnin, still gon' keep it one hunnid every time (I'm still) I'm still eatin' when them niggas throw shots (I'm still) I'm still, still gon' end up on top I'm still... {"Pussy ass nigga stop hatin'"} [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, uh If only I hate them (word), like Tony Montana, except, no Manolo She love me for another cuelo (word), 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? (ohh) And that new custom piece, my Tisci t-shirt a couple of G's (ohh) I talked to a bunch of G's just like a frozen tundra speech And the Lambo feel what a real nigga doin 110 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, what, let me correlate, uh, let them niggas hate But never ever let a women tell a nigga wait; uh, swag [Chorus] [Wiz Khalifa] Most of these niggas ain't raw, most of these ain't poppin' (ain't poppin') Most of these niggas ain't botherin', most of these niggas they starvin' 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 (trees like Tarzan) Aw man (aw man), I want all my cheese like Robin Shrimp or calamari I'm a young nigga with options Mm, and you close but you ain't close enough In the VIP call me the poster child from postin' up Top floor suite we going up; D.A.F: I'm dope as fuck WOO! Hundred bottles comin' that mean a hundred bottles gettin' opened up Rolex face all frozen expect ya'll to hate you ain't supposed to love it She back it up, like a Tonka truck {*echoes*} [Chorus] [DJ Khaled] Fuck boy, I kept it real, came up, wake up, feeling blessed Pockets full, no stress, at the top, +We The Best+ Cuttin' checks, eatin' good, lovin' life, projects all night (I'm still) I'm still, gon' shine bright in that limelight [Ace Hood] ACE HOOOOD~! Ok now it's no more Mr. Nice Guy (nah); if you niggas couldn't see me in the day time (whoo) Girl you got a better chance getting a day job, your career wouldn't blow away the napalm (boom) Hah, silly mu'fucka (mu'fucka), who knows how to win the game on the buzzer (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 (hah!) Still +We The Best+, and it's still +Hood Nation+ and I'm still gonna smoke even if I'm on papers [Chorus]