2 Chainz Lyrics: December 2023

EP: Freebase (2014)

Don't Do It (Intro) lyrics - 2 Chainz

[Shane Caldwell:]

Time in my life I was down so low, a mosquito wouldn't even bite me

I lost my job, my 4 wheel drive, I even got throwed out of my trailer

All because of one thing: freebasing cocaine. That's all my life was, was basing, nothing else. I was on that last lap, with that checker flag about to wave me on into hell

But I got lucky, I got into rehab program down der in Redstone Arsenal down der in Alabama and with dem people helpin' me. Well that smoking white devil is no longer a part of my life. I can proudly say, that white devil is no longer a part of my life and I can proudly say, that today, I do not freebase cocaine

Now I'll take a drink, now. I will take a drink but I do not freebase cocaine. You know, well, I take a drink and I might even smoke a little reefer. You know, you know I like to smoke reefer. You know, it relaxes me and everything. A couple doobies, you know, just ta get you through the day and everything. But, far as basin goes, I don't do it

Now I'll do some toot now. Don't get me wrong. I will do some toot you know. You know if you're partying and everything, and somebody comes up and gives it to you, it's impolite not to take it there. So me and my girlfriend, Sally, we, you know, we party man I tell you. We do party. You know, I will do some toot. We'll do, you know, on a good weekend there we call a bunch of friend over we'll do bout an eight ball of toot there but we don't base. I do not freebase cocaine. I want to make that clear. I don't do it

Trap Back lyrics - 2 Chainz

Listen up, fuck niggas

Let em' know I'm still up in this bitch poppin'

Do so many shows in arenas, my nigga, I need me a locker

Look at my car, how did it get on them sixes?

This flow come from Drizzy

He got it from Migos, they got it from Three 6

Look at my bitches, look at my wristses

Realest nigga in the game, my nigga, ain't no counterfeited

Bitches is thick as Deelishis, doing the dishes

100 million on my wishlist

Taking penitentiary chances, just to drink lean in them Benzes

I want my trap back, I said I want my trap back

I'm from apartments

Used to walk around with work in my backpack

G's all on that shit, G's all in that bitch

12 calling me by my government

Running shit, gunning, she shopping in London and loving it

- I, oh, okay, I think we've had enough... here

- Shush up for one second. You shu-shu-shut. Shut your mouth

- I needed someone to move the--

- Wait, shut your mouth. Shu-shut your--shut your mouth

- I'm sorry. What did you just say?

- You're just coming off stupid

- I'm coming off as stupid? You're wearing tuxedos to a job that requires you to clean bathrooms. Please leave this office, we're done with this interview

- Do we get any sort of souvenir?

- GET OUT OF MY OFFICE!

I want my trap back, I said I want my trap back

They sayin' that money talk, nigga

So you already know that I want my cash back

You niggas ain't talking about shit, Harley Levin

You would've thought that there was some

Kilos on my bus but they didn't find a thing

Hair, man, like Brillo, my flow Armadillo

Catch me first class on Delta with Versace all in my pillow

I been seen a kilo, the dope man my hero

Remember I had that Box Chevy? I set that bitch on some P zeros

You know that I'm rocking Buscemis, and I'm as raw as sashimi

Her head is so cold, my nigga, I think that she gon' need a beanie

Rolling and smoking zucchini, dropping the top on the whips

Making them look like bikinis

I am now balling so hard, I should be on my own boxes of Wheaties, ugh

FREEBASE lyrics - 2 Chainz

What is it?

Freebase

What's free about it? (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

I thought if I said, "Listen, should I talk about freebase and what is it?" or somethin'?

And people said, "Well, no, because then people will start doin' it"

No, let me— I gotta talk about what happened to me

See, where we're from, it's all or nothing

And we take penitentiary chances like it's nothing

We came from nothing

Freebase on top of the oven

Get money my type of discussion

Y'all can do this shit for free, a nigga like me gon' be hustlin'

Freebase, freebase, freebase, freebase

Freebase, freebase, freebase, freebase (2 Chainz)

Freebase

I came from nothing

Me and my niggas, we came from nothing, sold that 'caine like it's nothing

Told you from the introduction, I came from the pain and suffering

Two pit bulls and a TEC-9, TEC-9 use to jam up on me all the time

Swear to god, if you come up in my mama yard, I'ma shoot that motherfucker 'til it get tired

Big dually truck got six tires, big ties when I rhyme mixtapes

And I keep shitting on the competition, I'm about to put out me a shit tape

Guess we ain't playin' by no rules, every night I freestyle on Pro Tools

Tell Flex come to the A, we'll carjack him by one of them regular-ass old schools

I don't respect my elders, these right here Maison Margiela

I cannot get no earrings, it'll make my Rolex jealous

I've been a felon since fifteen, my Expedition had a big screen

Half you niggas was constipated, half you niggas wasn't shit then

Zone one all the way to zone six, fuck y'all, I'll buy my own shit

Fuck y'all, I'll buy my own whip, fuck y'all, I'll buy my own brick

Tell them pussy niggas that ain't pay shit, "Better be ready to let the gat loose"

I done did a song with everybody from Jermaine Dupri down to Papoose

I came from nothing (Skrrt, skrrt)

I came from nothing (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

I came from nothing, I came from nothing (Skrrt, skrrt)

I came from nothing, I came from nothing (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Work hard, play hard, work hard again

My bankroll had twins, can you comprehend?

Seafood lover, I don't eat pork

Used to hit them J's like a three-point, my partner mascot is a pitchfork

And you already know what this for, me too, rent due

Doggin' these hoes like a shih tzu, so cold, I recorded in an igloo

Nigga asked me why I don't drink, man, let me tell you what the wine do

My partner came in and said, "This my girl," I had to tell that motherfucker, "Mine too"

Court dates in the summertime, might pull up in a 'vert

No matter what the charges is, I'ma pull off with a smirk

This right here for Old Nat, this right here for Godby Road

This right here for Riverdale, trappin' at the Stop-N-Go

Trappin' at the Texaco, it was Amaco before it was BP

My plug from Mexico, he fell out when he seen me on TV

Sold drugs to my loved ones and it's hard for me to admit it

The first time I've seen a crack pipe was in my parents' kitchen

I came from nothing (Skrrt, skrrt)

I came from nothing (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

I came from nothing, I came from nothing (Skrrt, skrrt)

I came from nothing, I came from nothing (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Flexin On My Baby Mama lyrics - 2 Chainz

I said I take care of my kids but I'm flexin' on my baby mama

I'm like, "Damn, I shoulda wore a condom!"

Boom, boom, boom

My shoes sold out in one day

Pull out the blueprint, bumpin' dat Gunplay

In a Maybach, pockets stay fat

So fly, I could parallel park on a fucking runway

Going down a one way the wrong way, shoot barrel long range

Swag like pro ball, gave her a ring, phone call

Money talk, pole vault, walked in, drove off

So comfortable at the dealership, I don't take my robe off

I wake up and I get to it, breakfast time I might sea food it

Lunch time I might lamb chop it

And you do is talk shit like you was eatin' booty

Southside in my bloodstream, smokin' on that propane

I could tell ya ass one thing, I like gettin' head wearing both chains

All white with no stains, I been trappin' fore the Grammy nods

I been countin' money so long I'mma need a damn hand massage

So many cars, I can barely park

So many cars, I need another damn garage

I'm famous with my fam around, damn I wish I had my dad around

Gave a nigga a Lamborghini, so that's a motherfuckin' lamb-me-down

Watch how I'mma kill em for the summer

(Watch how I kill 'em)

Watch how I'mma kill em for the summer

(Watch how I kill 'em)

I'm just flexin' on my baby mama

(I'm just flexin')

I'm just flexin' on my baby mama

(I'm just flexin')

Watch how I'mma kill em for the summer

(Watch how I kill 'em)

Watch how I'mma kill em for the summer

(Watch how I kill 'em)

I'm just flexin' on my baby mama

(I'm just flexin')

I'm just flexin' on my baby mama

(I'm just flexin')

Aye, European style my dresscode, gunshots in the club echo

Walk around with a .36 with six shots in my .38 Special

Black car, black Timbs, Bank of America back then

She tryna tell me her life story and all I want is a lap dance

Good times, smokin' J's, rockin' J's, I'm the rap Ernie Barnes

If I paint a canvas it'd be melee, firearms

Viacom, maricón, if she bad I invite her home

Buying chains like I'm buyin' homes

Rims taller than Kevin Hart, Ride Along

Them rhinestones, you ain't shinin', nigga

I ain't hidin' so you ain't gotta find me, nigga

All my clothes are designer, nigga

And my back seat recliner nigga

Came in rockin' all gold and I'm fuckin' all yall hoes

Smokin' on that Lee Haney, sippin' on that hard-boiled

This that get back – click clack, get back

Smokin' on Raw paper, this ain't zig zags

Snakeskin wallpaper, rose gold chandelier

I'm lookin' for a baby eater, can I get a volunteer?

Watch how I'mma kill em for the summer

(Watch how I kill 'em)

Watch how I'mma kill em for the summer

(Watch how I kill 'em)

I'm just flexin' on my baby mama

(I'm just flexin')

I'm just flexin' on my baby mama

(I'm just flexin')

Watch how I'mma kill em for the summer

(Watch how I kill 'em)

Watch how I'mma kill em for the summer

(Watch how I kill 'em)

I'm just flexin' on my baby mama

(I'm just flexin')

I'm just flexin' on my baby mama

(I'm just flexin')

I said I take care of my kids but I'm flexin' on my baby mama

I'm like "Damn, I shoulda wore a condom!"

Boom, boom, boom

Wuda Cuda Shuda lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Boosie)

[2 Chainz:]

You a wuda cuda shuda ass nigga, ol' wuda cuda shuda ass nigga

I woulda went there with y'all, I woulda got me a rental

I coulda stunt in the club, I could fuck every ho in the building

I shoulda got me a plaque, I should get me more attention

No, you should shut the fuck up and leave all the bitchin' to bitches

(Wuda cuda shuda ass nigga, ol' wuda, cuda)

(Wuda cuda shuda ass nigga, ol' ol', ol')

She in stilettos, she walkin' all pigeon toed

Really though, when it come to gettin' dough

If you listen to me, I'm so underground

You have to sit on the floor, oh!

I just thought I'd seen a spaceship, ride right past my airline

Everybody know I dumps that white girl like Kevin Federline

Don't pay me no nevermind

These niggas is buggin', pesticide

I count money in my spare time

Just paid a hundred dollars for a hairline

Label talkin' bout what they woulda did

Bet they hustle me and you could be a winner

Girl, you eat more pussy than me

Girl, you shoulda been a nigga

Pockets swellin' up like Lymph nodes

Been a go-getter from the get go

Always talkin' bout what you was finna do

Damn broad, thought that you were finna get dough!

You a wuda cuda shuda ass nigga, ol' wuda cuda shuda ass nigga

I woulda went there with y'all, I woulda got me a rental

I coulda stunt in the club, I could fuck every ho in the building

I shoulda got me a plaque, I should get me more attention

No, you should shut the fuck up and leave all the bitchin' to bitches

(Wuda cuda shuda ass nigga, ol' wuda, cuda)

(Wuda cuda shuda ass nigga, ol' ol', ol')

[Lil Boosie:]

You a wuda, cuda, shuda ass hater

Wanna be a man so bad homie

Ain't wanna see me get free

If you could you would have caught the stand on me

If I would have shook your hand, I would have been your boy

Now you extra hot since I dun' hit your broad

Now you talkin' now, 'bout sparkin' now

You prolly would shoot somethin' if you had some heart

That Bentley come from exotic rentals

Gotta go back Sunday, so you flat broke Monday

Probably could go spend 200 on somethin'

If you was gettin' Boosie money

You in King of Diamonds throwin' counterfeit

You might as well gon' pussy pop on the stage

All these rappers lyin' on records

O-M-G Hip-Hop, Hooray!

And you probably woulda been up in my video

But that was 'fore I went in

Ain't even write me no letter

You a wuda, shuda, cuda ass friend, busta!

[2 Chainz:]

You a wuda cuda shuda ass nigga, ol' wuda cuda shuda ass nigga

I woulda went there with y'all, I woulda got me a rental

I coulda stunt in the club, I could fuck every ho in the building

I shoulda got me a plaque, I should get me more attention

No, you should shut the fuck up and leave all the bitchin' to bitches

(Wuda cuda shuda ass nigga, ol' wuda, cuda)

(Wuda cuda shuda ass nigga, ol' ol', ol')

Crib In My Closet lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. A$AP Rocky & Rick Ross)

808 Mafia

Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

[2 Chainz:]

Money machine at the bank, I just made me a deposit

Fucked that bitch right on the sink

Is it the pussy or is it the faucet?

I just left the hotel, never let ho in mi casa

All this designer shit it's like a crib in my closet

I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet

Man, all this fuckin' gear it's like a crib in my closet

My Nike shoebox filled with rubber bands

That mean my Nike shoebox is my ATM

Fuck it, I said it, I'm winning, downsouth MC Ren

I might buy some Timbs, or peanut butter MCM

Raised down the street from a crack house

Pull her hair weave 'til the track out

Treat the rap game like a trap game

Tryna make a yellow ho tap out

I got Dolce, I ain't even worn yet, codeine I ain't even po' yet

I could spend millions of dollars, and still won't even be poor yet

Yeah, I'm a motherfucking poet, riding now, motherfucker Ol'Nat

A nigga wearing a Versace shirt, man that's a motherfucking throwback

I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet

All designer shit, I got a crib in my closet

I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet

Man, all designer shit, I got a crib

All designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib

All designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib in my closet man

All designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib in my closet, bitch

[A$AP Rocky:]

Since rappin' turn to fashion, I don't know what happen

Or mishappens, matching turned to swagging

He exposed the world to trappin'

Picture posin' tactics

Hold this that click click, finna' blow this backwards

Money, hoes and fabrics

Scrolling past like ''fuck yo photo caption''

If ye ain't got it then you bragging, that's automatic

I see no need for me to Tweet, these bitches know my status

I'm the shit, all designer shit, got all kinds of shit

Got Prada around from 1999 and shit, bet you won't find the shit

I'm on my Anna shit, that's Wintour

It's dressed like it's Met Ball

I'm in Vogue, this winter, the runway, no in store

Got a crib in my closet, Spanish chick in my casa

So much space in my closet, fit your crib in my closet

[2 Chainz:]

I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet

All designer shit, I got a crib in my closet

I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet

Man, all designer shit, I got a crib

All designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib

All designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib in my closet man

All designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib in my closet, bitch

[Rick Ross:]

I got more sneakers than niggas, over 4000 pairs

Most all white like the Rhode Island mayor

Got a crib in my closet, hustle every day, nigga

If you work with them people, I'm unavailable, nigga

You smell like pork in a Mecca, Lord be my protector

Second row at the fight, bitch get on my level

Larry Merchant my nigga, I got Holyfield money

Finger your girl at Coachella, gotta roll in that for me

You should see me in Lennox, I shop 'til I drop

Spent so much on the watch, had a seizure and shock

Wake up and ball, watch how I walk

Money all on my mind, call 'em lucrative thoughts

[2 Chainz:]

I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet

All designer shit, I got a crib in my closet

I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet

Man, all designer shit, I got a crib

All designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib

All designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib in my closet man

All designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib in my closet, bitch

They Know lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Cap 1 & Ty Dolla Sign)

[2 Chainz:]

Paid $100 for some head, nigga, say you ain't did it!

I know where a lick is for a mil', nigga, say you ain't with it!

Now if we hit this lick, nigga, & you don't want to split it

Then it's bow, bow, bow to your motherfuckin' fitted, now!

I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck!

I pull up in that truck, Pull up in that truck

I run that bitch over, call it Trukfit

And yeah I'm on my own, I'm screamin' "Fuck it"

Fuck it, I'm whippin' it crazy

I'm ridin' the foreign, I'm doin' 180

My chain so heavy, my brain so deadly

Type of nigga buy the watch & change the bezzy

They ain't never seen me comin' like this

Smokin' on that gasoline in the VIP

They need ding-a-ling for the trampoline

Cause all these bitches want to do is jump on the dick

I hop over fence, I'm offended by co-defendants

Drink codeine for mornin' sickness

Your dad was a motherfuckin' snitch, so nigga, you were born a witness

Allstate, accident forgiveness

Say my name by accident, We actin' ignorant

Doing a drive-by while you playin' different

This that Me Time at the finest

You won't beat me or see me whinin'

I am gangsta like the Raiders cap with a Jheri Curl on the side

I like thighs & breasts, I hide from stress

I don't even know where my phone at

Crib so motherfuckin big, I don't even know where my room at!

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

Whip so fast they say "There he go"

Bitch so bad, man, I think she know

Turned 100 to a mill, man I think they know

Juugin' on the low, man, I think they know

I think they know, I think they know

I think they know, yeah yeah, I think they know

I think they know, I think they know

I think they know, yeah yeah, I think they know

[Cap 1:]

I think they know it, if they don't then fuck it I show it

Blow it like you owe it, ordered a case of Moet

Y'all get to going back to back in foreigns

All black like I'm wanted

Got your bitch zoning, send her back in the morning

That money coming, trying to stack it enormous

You niggas pussy, fucking rat on your homies

I think they know it, they know it, they know it

I got a plane that's sittin round the corner

I got some bitches here from California

Got on my chains, I'm lookin like a dope boy

These niggas don't want it, I put that on mañana

My chain into 100, my belt Ferragamo

Go to LA, meet the plug at Katanas

I'm still the king of my city and they know it

And I paint pictures with these words, I'm a poet

And I drop the top on my whip, and we soarin'

A 50 a check then I'm in it, if niggas stay with it then they get extorted

And I'm gone

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

Whip so fast they say "There he go"

Bitch so bad, man, I think she know

Turned 100 to a mill, man I think they know

Juugin' on the low, man, I think they know

I think they know, I think they know

I think they know, yeah yeah, I think they know

I think they know, I think they know

I think they know, yeah yeah, I think they know

B.O.A.T.S. II: Me Time (2013)

Fork
36
Feds Watching
Where U Been?
I Do It
Used 2
Netflix
Extra
U Da Realest
Beautiful Pain
So We Can Live
Mainstream Rachet
Black Unicorn
Outroduction
Employee Of The Month (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
Live And Learn (I Will) (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
Livin (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

Fork lyrics - 2 Chainz

Mama, MAMA!

(Wha, What!)

You get that money out my pants last night?

(Boy! Naw I ain't get no money out yo pants! And quit yellin' at me!!)

Ain't nobody hollin' at you!

I had a dream that rap wouldn't work

I woke up on the block, had to hit it with the fork

Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork

Rap don't work, records ain't bein' sold

So much money on me, it won't even fold

I got Medusa on my sneakers

My dick up like "nice to meet ya"

100K for a feature, hundred K's at my leisure

Then we aim at your people

I be higher than a eagle

When I'm sipping on that codeine

Free my nigga Sigel

Ridin' on a jet, headin' to that Costa

Soon as I land I be in that Testarossa

If I die tonight, you gon' see some flexin' ghostas

I'm the man in my city, same thing in South Dakota

Man I'm running up that check, show you how I do it

I drink red bitches, I don't drink Red Bulls

Man they tried to give me wings, but I already had some

I'm all that and then some, my trap house is my income

And it's booming

I had a dream, rap wouldn't work

Woke up on the block, hit it with the fork

Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork

Rap don't work, records ain't bein' sold

So much money on me, it won't even fold

2 Chainz!

I'm ballin' like Mr. Clean

I gotta keep my kitchen clean

God bless me like I'm finna sneeze

Doctor weigh me on a triple beam

D-boy in parenthesis

All gold in my amenities

2 Chainz, two pinky rings

My trigger finger's like a lemon squeeze (Baow!)

Climax! Make your main ho my side-chick

I'm so high, your whore get hijacked

And my vision is Pyrex

I do it big like a 5X

Killed they ass with the eyepatch

I got bad bitches on my side

I done fucked around and got sidetracked

My first night, I spent five stacks

Next night I forgot to count

I'm so hot; who gon' put the fire out?

I'm the fireman, I put fire out

Got a pole in my basement

Tipped your girl like Maliah now

Ridin' on these motherfucka's until they blow my tires out, uh

My wrist deserve a shout-out, I'm like "What up, wrist?"

My stove deserve a shout-out, I'm like "What up, stove?"

All this jewelry on then I'm out cold

So much money on me, it won't even fold!

I had a dream, rap wouldn't work

Woke up on the block, hit it with the fork

Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork

Rap don't work, records ain't bein' sold

So much money on me, it won't even fold

36 lyrics - 2 Chainz

That's how many ounces in a brick

36, 36, 36, 36

That's how many ounces in a brick

Whip that shit, with my wrist

I might whip your bitch if she ain't with that shit

Young whippersnapper, I might eat that snapper

Got a yellow bitch, gotta whip to match her

All I know is soda bakin', all them other niggas fakin'

Watch them niggas fall to pieces all them other niggas flakin'

Did it for my city sellin' crack out my building

Now I ride around with a crack in the ceiling

Exhale, Ziplock, flip-flop with them burglar doors

Yeah, I got that hard work, nigga, you are unemployed

Residue all on the floor, just made a mill

So you know that's what I'm hungry for, get it how you live

That's how many ounces in a brick

36, 36, 36, 36

That's how many ounces in a brick

Feds Watching lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Pharrell)

[Pharrell and 2 Chainz:]

Uh, oh, oh, oh

Tomorrow, tomorrow

Tomorrow, tomorrow (Yeah)

Tomorrow, tomorrow (I'm talking right now)

Ain't no such thing as tomorrow

Tomorrow, tomorrow

Uh, the way we living today

I'm talking right now

Tomorrow, tomorrow

Do, do, do, do, do

(2 Chainz!)

[2 Chainz:]

Dreads hang on designer everything

Mr. Comme des Garçons, Mr. Alexander Wang

Mr. Chain, pinky ring, flow insane, ho insane

Man, these shoes I got on, these the hardest I've done seen

It look clean when you pour it; I remix it make it dirty

If she got good head and text me I text back and tell her "hurry"

This that category 5 when I walk up in the strip club

Throw it high, make you and George Washington head butt

OG's never fed us, now young niggas fed up

Ballin' so hard I deserve a and one

Baking soda marketing, I'm getting it ain't I? Obviously

You a bitch, you a ho, that's just my philosophy

And I'm known to kick it like the captain of a soccer team

Billie Jean red leather same color Red Lobster

And she brain wash ya - head doctor

I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching

[2 Chainz and Pharrell:]

I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching

Drop top, head bopping

I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching

Drop top, head bopping

[2 Chainz:]

Grams to Grammys, two guns Yosemite

Niggas put their Glock on your ass, fuck that Heather B

Pumping that amphetamine, all this D I'm peddling

I be somewhere settling, somewhere that you have never been

To the top you never been, you might need a respirator

Money on the rise like I'm counting on an elevator

You gon' need a detonator swimming with them barracudas

Close the docket on that ma'fucka prosecutor

This Armani, this Givenchy, I parachute you

I'm so fly I jumped out the air wearing Gucci (Tell 'em!)

I'm raw, talking California Rolls

Smoking California weed with California hoes (Truu!)

Sending flicks to my partners in the state pen

I just got some pants made out of snake skin

See them shades you got on called Ray-Bans

And the shades I got on cost eight bands (damn)

[2 Chainz and Pharrell:]

I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching

Drop top, head bopping

I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching

Drop top, head bopping

Where U Been? lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Cap-1)

[2 Chainz:]

I keep my hoes in check, you buy Nike for yours

Say they want that loud, I'mma bring that noise

Check my watch on a flight, yeah, I call that airtime

Murk 'em in the middle of the street, that gon' be his deadline

Yeah, you gon' respect mine, got a body on my Tec-9

Say you nobody 'till somebody gon' body you, flatline

Pocket full of dead guys and you know I'm anti

Anti-social, anti-lame, but ain't I cool nigga, ain't I?

You looking at a star that's spaced out

Trying to take my style then take off

I go to work with no days off, everything all paid off

Shawty pussy hair shaved off and she did it just for me, nigga

Would skip you like a spacebar, but I much rather delete niggas

I been getting money, where the fuck you been?

Bought a new crib just to fuck you in

I been getting to the money, where the fuck you been?

Gucci hat (Gucci hat), Gucci belt

If you wrote a autobiography, you'd have to sue yourself

Yo' lying ass, codeine in my wine glass

I know you had a wild past, I ain't fucked you in a while with yo' wild ass

I get high and I fly past, I don't know nothing 'bout iChat

I'm working this iPhone, they need an app called iTrap

I trap, shining like a night lamp

I just hit my girlfriend and asked her where her wife at

White cup, white hat, laying on a white couch

Got that presidential in a residential white house

Nigga saying "who?" (who) like a white owl

You can see me shinin' (shinin') with the light out, come on

I been getting money, where the fuck you been?

Bought a new crib just to fuck you in

I been getting to the money, where the fuck you been?

[Cap-1:]

Turn five to a ten to a twenty to fifty

To hundred, my niggas get money, I want it

Ride through the city, my niggas got choppers

My bitch, she's so pretty, that's my Pocahontas

Everything on me, I shine like a trophy

Run up a check while they watch out for police

Versace my pinky, a brick on my Rollie

That Cali Ferrari, I'm feeling like Kobe

T-R-U, that's to the death of me, nigga

Killers on the right and left of me, nigga

My destiny, nigga, to get all this money

I can't, I can't share that whole recipe with ya

My nigga told me "Get 'em, get it?" I got 'em

Stand on that couch and just drink out the bottle

That .40 got hollows, that bitch, she gon' swallow

Get to that money, I'm King of Chicago

Bought a new crib just to fuck you in

Bought that Benz just to fuck your friends

Giuseppe's 900 with the gold bars

Everything about me raw like a dope charge

I been getting money, where the fuck you been?

Bought a new crib just to fuck you in

I been getting to the money, where the fuck you been?

I Do It lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Drake & Lil Wayne)

[2 Chainz:]

Thank God for the first nigga to start trapping

Thank God for the first nigga to start rapping

Thank God for the first girl to start stripping

And I'ma have to keep it muh'fuckin' real with 'em

I got a problem, with these niggas

I got a problem, with these bitches

Trigger finger, keep itchin'

Well I'll pull it, I'll do it, yeah

[2 Chainz (All):]

Yeah! Hang up on a bitch, call it crucified

Time to go to work, no suit and tie

Bumpin' Makaveli, I be trappin' out the telly

My nigga did a dime and he back already

Got that sack already, man we got them racks already

As far as your girl, I hit it from the back already

I tried to get a tan, but I'm black already

Your pockets on a diet, my pockets fat already

Three niggas with me, me myself and I

God don't like ugly, you should testify

My T-shirt come from Bergdorf

I make so much on a verse I take the third off

Bird call, swerve off

Bust a nut on her, tell her that's a load off

Shorty ass soft, like a Nerf ball

If you don't like what I'm doing, nigga, (fuck y'all}

[2 Chainz:]

Thank God for the first nigga to start trapping

Thank God for the first nigga to start rapping

Thank God for the first girl to start stripping

And I'ma have to keep it muh'fuckin' real with 'em

I got a problem, with these niggas

I got a problem, with these bitches

Trigger finger, keep itchin'

Well I'll pull it, I'll do it, yeah

[Drake (Lil Wayne) {Both} & *All*:]

Drank in my cup holder, hope this shit don't spill

Pull up in the new edition and that's word to Johnny Gill

How I come up with this shit and all these verses that I kill?

I have no imagination, everything I do for real

Bitch I'm camouflaged, down put your camera phone down

If she got a ass and the girl a fan, it's going down

I'ma fuck you like I've been waiting a century for it

Give the pussy up and I'll trade you the memory for it

In the bedroom forever, that's what her roommate will tell you

Man I just hear this shit and think about what Tunechi will tell you

He might {call up Patricia, she 'bout to call up Melissa}

(Tell 'em come to the cribbo and do them both, double dribble)

(I'm colder than a hospital, she love the dick that I give her)

(Hit her from the front, back, side, twist her like cigarillos)

(I put the gun to the pillow, I don't want blood on my clothes)

(Gotta keep that Trukfit fresh) {shoutout to all of my hoes}

(Tunechi) That's just how my OG would sum it up

I been working all winter just to fuck the summer up

It's just me and 2 Chainz, but the chain's never tucked though

If you don't like what I'm doing, nigga *fuck y'all*

[2 Chainz:]

Thank God for the first nigga to start trapping

Thank God for the first nigga to start rapping

Thank God for the first girl to start stripping

And I'ma have to keep it muh'fuckin' real with 'em

I got a problem, with these niggas

I got a problem, with these bitches

Trigger finger, keep itchin'

Well I'll pull it, I'll do it, yeah

[Lil Wayne:]

(Well, if you know like I know, that pussy pop like pyro)

(And she know I'm a pothead, that pussy like a pothole)

(I'm colder than a snotnose, man all these hoes is my hoes)

(And if she bougie, fuck her once then leave her hanging, dry clothes)

(I just built a cemetery, niggas dying to get in)

(Niggas lying, they pretend, don't cross that line, it's paper thin)

(High as a star, make a wish, I'm a shark, I ate the fish)

(I got no heart, I hate that bitch)

[2 Chainz (All):]

You hate that bitch? Well I hate that bitch

Will jump a nigga like a chessboard

Do a drive by while you riding on your skateboard, uh

They ain't even know it

Have Drake sing a song just to get her pussy wet

Then I take her to the crib, man, fuck that bitch right on the step

Put it in and take it back out, then I back out

Hair-Hair Weave Killer known to snatch the fucking track out

Put me in the ga-game coach, I'm the antidote

Pull up, kick, throw and take the money, and the dope

True, 2 Chainz, I'm on a plane, and a boat

I am so cold, I need a cover, and a coat

Kick it at the mall, call it football

If you don't like what I'm doing, nigga, (fuck y'all)

[Quartet:]

(Y'all ready? 1, 2, 3)

Right now it's me time

(A little time for myself y'all) Me time

(Oh yeah) Right now it's me time

(Don't want no one else now) Me time

Bitch please don't call my phone (don't call my phone)

Said I wanna be left alone (be left alone)

Please, please don't stop by my home (stop by my home)

No, no cause I feel it's just a matter of time

'Til you people make me lose my mind

I'm 'bout to leave this world behind, yeah, yeah

Right now it's me time

(You need to go kick rocks now) Me time

Used 2 lyrics - 2 Chainz

I still fuck 'em like I used to

I need to put that shit on YouTube

Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy

Single ladies come and have my baby

I still fuck 'em like I used too

I need to put that shit on YouTube

Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy

Hey, my nigga, come and grab your lady

Yeah, I'm the nigga, yeah, don't forget it, yeah

Gold Nefertiti , yeah, Lamborghini, yeah

Man in my city, yeah, they call me Tity, yeah

Bad bitch with me, yeah, she's sidity, yeah

Got her hair fixed, yeah, kinda thick, yeah

Shawty known to strip, yeah, for the rent, yeah

Tryna do a split, yeah, oh shit, yeah

Can you do a split, yeah? On a dick, yeah?

You can't do it with a dick in you

You can't do it like that with a dick in you, uh

You can't do it with a dick in you

You can't do it like that with a dick in you, bitch!

I still fuck 'em like I used to

I need to put that shit on YouTube

Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy

Single ladies come and have my baby

I still fuck 'em like I used too

I need to put that shit on YouTube

Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy

Hey, my nigga, come and grab your lady

Watch how I grab her, yeah, I'mma stab her, yeah

Put it in her bladder, yeah, don't compare me, yeah

Flyin' out to Cali, yeah, in my Ballys, yeah

We go to Miami, yeah, that my family, yeah

ATL my hood, yeah, understood, yeah

Shout out to New Orleans, yeah, it's all good, yeah

Watch how I do, yeah, I'm a fool, yeah

Shawty want that wood, yeah, that pussy good, yeah

Let me see you twerk it, let me see if you can twerk it

Let me see you twerk it, let me see if you can twerk it, bitch!

I still fuck 'em like I used to

I need to put that shit on YouTube

Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy

Single ladies come and have my baby

I still fuck 'em like I used too

I need to put that shit on YouTube

Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy

Hey, my nigga, come and grab your lady

Get low like this

Up, do it, up, shake it

Wipe, down, outfit

I get money like I used to

Chains on, I use two

Guns on me like I used to

I'll fuck ya ass on YouTube (a million views!)

I still fuck 'em like I used to

I need to put that shit on YouTube

Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy

Single ladies come and have my baby

I still fuck 'em like I used too

I need to put that shit on YouTube

Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy

Hey, my nigga, come and grab your lady

Netflix lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Fergie)

[2 Chainz:]

I smoked a blunt for dinner, another blunt for breakfast

2 Chainz, got 'em staring at my necklace

Let's make a sex tape and put it on Netflix

She got it, I want it, I want it, she got it

I'm dodging paparazzi, my outfit from Versace

Copy, copy, all these niggas just copy

I just bought me a new watch and these new niggas just watchin'

[2 Chainz & Fergie:]

I know you had the time of your life

You know I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty

I'll be countin' this shit all night

I know you had the time of your life

You know I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty

I'll be countin' this shit all night

[Fergie:]

When I die, bury me inside the liquor store

Cause when I die, Fergie still gon' be gettin' dough

You do what you can, I do what you can't

You smoke that Bobby B-B-Brown, we on that Shabba Ranks

I got it, you want it, you want it, I got it

My girls go shopping, that ain't a mall, that's my closet

So copy (copy), copy, all these bitches just copy

Honor student wit' double Ds, that ain't the bra, that's my ta-tas

[2 Chainz & Fergie:]

I know you had the time of your life

You know I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty

I'll be countin' this shit all night

I know you had the time of your life

You know I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty

I'll be countin' this shit all night

[2 Chainz:]

Yeah, yeah

I'm gettin' to the monies, with an apostrophe

Fucked her on a pile of clothes, now she a closet freak

Yeah, I bear arms, I got something up my sleeve

And when she wit' me, she don't wanna leave

She just wanna freak, she don't wanna sleep

Put it in her mouth, now she don't wanna speak

Yeah, I'm at the club, I got strippers at my table

I call doin' a 69 a favor for a favor

From the cradle to the grave

Shoot a nigga from his ankle to his waist

You can tell that I'm paid cause I'm high-class

Fucked a bitch in her eyelashes

We in a jet, who gon' fly past us?

Tint all in my eyeglasses, I don't see ya, hater

And I don't get dropped, bitch, I drop the label

Goddamn!

Extra lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Rich Homie Quan)

[2 Chainz:]

I got extra, I got extra

I got money, I got work

Far as hoes, I got a plethora

I get money, 12 gauge shotty

I don't like nothing but hoes and tattoos on my body, yeah

I got extras, you want some?

Fucked your girl on accident, that's a hit-and-run

Heaven's sake, it's been a hell of a day

I pray for all my niggas with a federal case, damn

Okay

Southside, I got all this

Snake skin on my hat, albino

I'm rich, like Lionel, I get head like rhino

I'm ridin' on my rivals, survival, bible

Rifle, bullets, for y'all niggas!

I got extra, I got extra

I got money, I got work

Far as hoes, I got a plethora

I just went on the run, 100 piece for a show

I just had a threesome for three weeks in a row, yeah

Last name Chainz, first name 2

I'm T.R.U. to it, you know how I do it

I get head 'fore I screw it, first thing I do

Yeah, you know I'm stuntin' cause I'm gettin' to the money

Put it in her tummy, pu-put it in her tummy

Hit her with the morning dick, ooh, I ain't pissed yet

Yeah, I rep the A, the only thing I flunk is piss tests

Southside, I got all this

Snake skin on my hat, albino

I'm rich, like Lionel, I get head like rhino

I'm ridin' on my rivals, survival, bible

Rifle, bullets, for y'all niggas!

I got extra, I got extra

I got money, I got work

Far as hoes, I got a plethora

[Rich Homie Quan:]

Okay, I'm rich, like Homie

I got yo bitch, from my homie, 2 Chainz, what it do?

In the living room, full of that paper

Used to have a little room, now that's a house and an acre

My partner in the kitchen room, and he fucking with the bakin'

Chopper lift ya to the moon, nigga, fuck y'all thinking?

If I get her in the room, she gon' suck my babies

Tryna work her moves, tryna trap me with a baby

If you owe me money then, real soon, you better pay me

Me and 2 Chainz just like shoe strings, strapped like laces

Ay, and I'm too clean, riding in a car from the 80s

Rich Homie, no new team, boy, I'm a star like Macy's

Boy, I thank god I made it, got a couple broads in Decatur

I'm in the fast lane driving in the car, going crazy

And I got your main dame, yeah, the one you call your lady

First million dollars, most important thing: saving

And if you wanna book me, hit my agent

I got eight pounds in a old car

On old Nat in front of skate town on the

[2 Chainz:]

Southside, I got all this

Snake skin on my hat, albino

I'm rich, like Lionel, I get head like rhino

I'm ridin' on my rivals, survival, bible

Rifle, bullets, for y'all niggas!

I got extra, I got extra

I got money, I got work

Far as hoes, I got a plethora

U Da Realest lyrics - 2 Chainz

I'm like a quarterback, watch me hand it off

Drop the work in the pot, watch it cannonball

I done seen 'em ball, I done seen 'em fall

Rest in peace to my nigga, you da realest, dawg

You da realest, dawg, you, you da realest, dawg

You the realest, ain't no gimmicks, I got illness

If this rap game is my building, I got tenants, I got tenants

I got "gettin' it" in my spirit, I'm winning to the end

And I just made me some millions and this only the beginning

Rest in peace to all my niggas, they died while they was servin'

Rest in peace to all the soldiers that died in the service

I dive in her cervix, chickens, no Church's

Never seen a man cry 'til you seen a man die: closed curtain

Closed casket, blasted, breathe again, Braxton

Heart filled with passion, neck filled with mansions

Nonchalant and sarcastic, my bank roll gigantic

School of hard knocks, I am the man on this campus

I'm like a quarterback, watch me hand it off

Drop the work in the pot, watch it cannonball

I done seen 'em ball, I done seen 'em fall

Rest in peace to my nigga, you da realest, dawg

You da realest, dawg, you, you da realest, dawg

I can't explain it, how I'm getting to the payments

Rest in peace to my nigga, God bless all his babies

And he gettin' so much money, I know this shit sound crazy

But he coulda retired and he was born in the 80's

And my hair look I'm from Haiti, haters say I act funny

I'm on my baby, I'm about my cash money

I'm tryna get meals like I'm past hungry

Got two or three "Rest In Peace" tats on me

What's really real? Just left the dealership

Pull your girl off my car, that's that whip appeal

I'm 'bout to milk the game, Enfamil

Hit the girl with my two's, Benadryl

I'm like a quarterback, watch me hand it off

Drop the work in the pot, watch it cannonball

I done seen 'em ball, I done seen 'em fall

Rest in peace to my nigga, you da realest, dawg

You da realest, dawg, you, you da realest, dawg

Beautiful Pain lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lloyd & Ma$e)

[2 Chainz]

Beautiful... Pain

Niggas studying shawty know what a hundred do

Actually the nigga backing me is right in front of you

Raising a daughter sometimes depending what her father do

Niggas stunt on you, front on you

Niggas can't even ball but bunt on you, them niggas lame

I hope you get testicular cancer in the brain, dickhead

By the time you get that

I be somewhere with a six pack and a six pack

Her lips and her hips thick

My boxers are covered in her lipstick

Her pussy fat but ain't good, so that's a misprint

I'm a misfit, I did it and beyond

Shiny watch look like the old Diddy on my arm

Highly flammable, barely keep getting in Canada

Run this rap shit, I got stamina

You an amateur, I aim at 'cha, I bang at 'cha, hope a plane hit 'cha

Fuck you and whoever came witcha

Trying to express the beautiful pain witcha

Like a tattoo of a framed picture

Of a dead homie, maybe a family member

I got some gambling scriputres like um

Scared money don't make no money

Bet now motherfucker gonna take them from me

Got ounces of loud you can hear me smoking

I be coughing on the crowd you can hear me choking nigga

[Lloyd:]

Oh I feel so fly

Came so far, but I still wanna fly

So come on in this car, this yacht, this plane

See what this beautiful pain, provide

Baby look into my eyes

[Ma$e:]

Shamon.. hm-mmm

You talk about hurting try washing clothes with no detergent

Daddy deserted so now we syrup sandwich serving

Dreaming we had a furnace so cold sleeping on the curtains

What can I say it got me highly motivated, mama two job working

But now the companies are merging

Need a two week notice before they say don't need your service

I'm too young to have burdens, but still feel I should be further

But who I'm I kidding I had bridges but I just burned them

My mama need earnings, ain't had no time I had learning

Call me a hypocrite, backslider, you name it I done heard it

The way they speak of me you think I'm already murdered

It's hard to be laid back, my haters so assertive, but

I gave my life up, I gave my rights up

I gave my dice up and I gave my dykes up

I gave my vice up and every club that lights up

And this is were the intern with no perm lights up

You don't see my pain

I guess it's beautiful pain

It gotta be beautiful pain

Sometime you don't gotta say much

[Lloyd:]

Oh I feel so fly

Came so far, but I still wanna fly

So come on in this car, this yacht, this plane

See what this beautiful pain, provide

Baby look into my eyes

Life is a game of inches

Every move leads to something better

There is no time to play the benches

Gotta get in the game and live forever, and ever

I'll be the man or I rather die

[2 Chainz:]

Scared money don't make no money

Bet now motherfucker gonna take them from me

Got ounces of loud you can hear me smoking

I be coughing on the crowd you can hear me choking nigga

[Lloyd:]

Oh I feel so fly

Came so far, but I still wanna fly

So come on in this car, this yacht, this plane

See what this beautiful pain, provide

Baby look into my eyes

So We Can Live lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. T-Pain)

[T-Pain:]

Honey, we got off on the wrong foot, baby

Cause the relationship has been so good lately

If I don't do what I do, then who's gon put food on the table?

It is what it is, I'm just handling biz

But I do what I do so we can live

I only do what I do so we can live

[2 Chainz:]

Mama don't work, heater don't work

Police pulled me over and said he seen weed on my shirt

I pray to the lord and ask for forgiveness

If he popped my trunk I can get a life sentence

He came a little closer and told me that he smellin' it

I said "I rolled one up, I won't insult your intelligence

But I threw it out the window half a mile ago"

He asked me when the last time I smoke, I said a while ago

Forgive me officer, I'm stressin' and my pockets sore

Hurtin', chillin' with my dog like a fuckin' Labrador

He said he ain't with the bull: matador

Looked at the top of my car, like what this ladder for?

I told him I was puttin' goals up in the mornin'

And I'm goin' to my uncle's house to see if he can join me

The officer got a call so he was needed

And he told me slow it down, and I told him please believe it

Then I proceeded to go to my uncle's house

Well it really wasn't my uncle, it was a junkie's house

He got a badass niece with a donkey now

Pullin' out the parking lot, headed to the other spot

Out all night, at it with the addicts, causin' Havoc, I'm a Prodigy

Niggas know we Mobbin' Deep, gotta stay up when everyone fall asleep

The good die young, and promises are hard to keep

I left my old job, and now them niggas hardly speak

I got a new job, and plus I'm making more a week

The girl that I'm with is like a young Kimora Lee

I got them folks feenin', pumpin' that Jodeci

Sippin' and my soda pink, you niggas is toilet seat

Check my resume, it used to say I sold quarter keys

Conduct disorderly, stayin' in the trap house

Trips went to work, I'm so glad that it mapped out

[T-Pain:]

Honey, we got off on the wrong foot, baby

Cause the relationship has been so good lately

If I don't do what I do, then who's gon put food on the table?

It is what it is, I'm just handling biz

But I do what I do so we can live

I only do what I do so we can live

[2 Chainz:]

Simon says, monkey see monkey do

I wore the shirt, you wore the same shirt too

See me with my bitch, you buy your bitch the same purse

Shoot you and your nigga, y'all can share the same hearse

This that murder 1, mixed with the bubblegum

Kept working my dun dun duns, come get your mama some

Nigga, this that slum talk, some say we talks slums

I rarely finish the end of my words

Watch the rims hit on the curve

And what a nigga really care about a lisp?

People arguin' over me while I'm layin' in a bitch

Death to a snitch, get it while you can break and shit

Its 3:30 in the A.M

We're just gettin' started like when I had the van

Bought the tour bus and put some niggas in the pass

Your style good enough to put in a Glad bag

You know I'm gettin' mines, you should use a hashtag

Flow off the hinges tryna fuck all her friendses

Just killed the pussy, you gon' have to use forensics

Organized crime, you could put me in a lineup

Plus I got dreads, I'll pay a hundred for the line up

[2 Chainz:]

Appetite for destruction, and I don't need a menu

So far ahead of y'all niggas, I can see you in my rearview

See you in my rearview, one of your headlights out nigga

I just got my first R&B bitch and got head all night with her

She said she tired of the generic

I say what up, she say what up, what up, you a parrot?

I'm like "Bird ass girl, aren't you sick of the rhetoric?"

And, if I ain't arrogant, I'm out of my element, ugh

Mainstream Rachet lyrics - 2 Chainz

Last night I bought the supermodel

Got head on the way home

She left her other friends at the club

Got home, and I fucked her with my chains on

And that's ratchet huh?

Her ass so big it look like she trying to walk backwards bruh

(Woah bring it back)

Take your bitch like I'm the dog catcher

Take your ass to the mall after

Spa day, shawty

Kill that pussy, pallbearer

You from that RuPaul era

I'm from that hell nah era

Real niggas say true

Real niggas ain't you

I ride around with that yapper on me

Gun clad with my Glock up on me

Surround your ass with so many shots

You'll be claustrophobic

Crib so big a dinosaur can run through that shit

I'm a shark, and you a tuna fish

My paper up, got your girl with her ankles up

Gangster boy

She got her T-shirt and her panties on

She trying to smell my cologne

I can fuck her anywhere I want

I even fuck her on the floor

And thats ratchet huh?

Her ass so big it look like she trying to walk backwards bruh

(Woah bring it back)

I'm on top like a toupée

You on the side like a toothache

Box your ass, suitcase

I'm real, you ain't

Calamari, crab cakes

My closet the size of your damn place

You lookin' at a star

I wish that they could add space

I'm getting money, fast pace

My hoes gave my cash straight

He can't ball, castrate

She the opposite of last place

Do it, bust it open, slow it down, Robitussin

My girl got a big ass

Your girl got back pockets touching

I want a dollar, I want everything

Balls out, I let her hang

Went shopping for a wedding ring

Went on a double date with Molly and Mary Jane

And thats ratchet huh?

Her ass so big it look like she trying to walk backwards bruh

If you patch a weed that's ratchet

My last album was classic

Shawty on my dica

Backwards spells acid

She pop a P like a zany

She'll use no hands and no panties

She rock like nose candy

You fuck with me, ain't no plan B

I'm a D boy with a degree

I sold dope in my momma's home

My girl pussy deep (deep)

So right there is my comfort zone

Born alone, die alone

Mud in my styrofoam

She got on top of me like a stage

I said use my dick as a microphone

Black Unicorn lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Chrisette Michele & Sunni Patterson)

[Sunni Patterson:]

And when you spiral through the atmosphere

All they see is motion

They never see the tears, they never feel the pain

They always think it's nothing but it's something, such a shame

So caught up in the fantasy

Humanity has made a love story out of tragedy

But there is no romance in life that's on the ledge

And there's no one to talk you down and tuck you in the bed

Lord, it's so ironic that it's funny

Or something for the books or the bars

To bob your head and nod, I recall

So many never ever thought you'd make it

So sad they were mistaken, the joy they tried to take it

Mama said it, "The best thing you can do and be is you"

"This world ain't got but one, so give credit where it is due"

Ain't that the truth? And here you are, a black unicorn

Mythical, mystical, since the day that you were born

Mastered all the madness, let the magic have his way

Let the power paint the day, let the god have his say

Cause there's a place that you can go, no one else is allowed

Sitting up on your cloud, so high when you look down

Just glance upon the beauty and the wonder to be found

Then know that you can stop your search, cause love is all around

[2 Chainz:]

Free at last, free at last

That's what I said when I got out my last deal

Some people can't relate

Sleep is the cousin of death, that is some Nas shit

And when it's cold outside, so your pipes won't bust

Turn on your faucet

Drip, fuck the water bill, we stay in apartments

And everything is a obstacle

When they watching you, the hospital needs a hospital

Now they mocking you, they say the flattery is sincere

I rhyme like a nigga younger than me by ten years

Yeah, and that's my car talking

Old school running with the dogs barking

Hop out that bitch like I'm sellin' coffins

Weed so strong, I be seldom coughing

And I'm covered in Balmain

Instagram pics of my lobster omelette

Selling that Parkay, life ain't no arcade

Now I got more nines than the fourth grade

[Chrisette Michele:]

Freedom, it's all I really want

It's all I really want to be

It's all I really need

I want, I want and I believe

You thought you had the best of me

But now I'm what you need

[2 Chainz:]

Hear ye, hear ye, you can't come near me

Competition best to fear me

Lyrically I could be Talib Kweli

But with gold teeth, it'd be hard for some to believe

I leave them pussies stinking, they need Summer's Eve

I practiced repetition, I need 100 G's

100 M's, hug and squeeze, Dad kept this in the dungarees

I'm not a rat but I love the cheese

I change hoes like I change gears

And my yard so big I got pet deers

And my homies try to act like I ain't real

I put my apron on, I taught myself how to make meals

You need a focus group, my group focused

Hit them loco jokers with the hocus pocus

I'm the dopest, you can quote this

Underscore, it's just me and dope

Dirty ass niggas, we'll sell your ass a ki of soap

I done seen them rich, I done seen them broke

I done seen it all, watched a pregnant lady smoke

When the baby come out, he gon' be geeked

You never know, he might come out to feed me

[Chrisette Michele:]

Freedom, it's all I really want

It's all I really want to be

It's all I really need

I want, I want and I believe

You thought you had the best of me

But now I'm what you need

Outroduction lyrics - 2 Chainz

I'm blessed, some might say I'm lucky

Every since huffy, pockets on husky

Shawty don't trust me, I break hearts often

If you look at my pockets you a weight watcher

From a dishwasher to a kingpin

Remember how the scene end and how this thing is

Drugs backed in 'em mean them things in

Now it's duffle bags full of green men

I swear I ain't lying if my daddy hadn't died

He'd tell ya I had em' hooked like Kareem did

Two kids later, I mature like fine wine in the basement

Vino, different kind of pinot

Tried to stack c-note after c-note

I'm tryna make it count like a free throw at the free throw

Line, it's a thin one between

Getting high and committing crimes, let a nigga live

I've been locked up more rapping than I did tryna get a brick

(Fuck this shit)

I remember when I believed in me

What am I supposed to do?

Uh, now when the ones that didn't see me

They want a verse or two

Shit, what am I supposed to do?

Put 'em in a fucking hearse or two

I'm the illest, I wrote that shit in cursive too

And I smoke just to ease the pain

So hungry I used to try to eat the rain

Well at least until the pizza came

Or at least until polices came

Undercovers outside my momma yard

And all the guns is in Kesha's name

In Jesus's name I pray

I say that a couple times a day

When it's time to eat, when it's time to lay

And when it's daytime it ain't my time of day, uh

I heard my little big cousin mad at me

I call him little big cause he younger than me

But he big, he was the high school team captain

Didn't graduate but sometimes things happen

And whatever happen that was the worst day

And who know what was going on in the first place

I love and helped raise my nigga

This year forgot to call him on his birthday

It's hard to explain my new lifestyle

A partner lockdown, got a phone and an iPod

He called to tell me happy new years

I had to tell him nigga, it's March

We had similar stars, but I ain't figured his part

They had dough and we didn't

How did it dissolve, alka-seltzer

This is the outroduction

Niggas stab you in your back like acupuncture

Employee Of The Month lyrics - 2 Chainz

[2 Chainz:]

Yeah, yeah, 2 Chainz

If I ain't at the party then it ain't started

This is trendsetting, you niggas is trend following

I don't care if she's modeling as long as she's swallowing

Bitches all around my crib, I got hoes all on my ottoman

Yea I love these girls, bitches on my dick

Been around the world, ain't seen shit like this

Ain't seen shit, ain't seen shit, ain't seen shit like this

From the back, to the front, she the employee of the month

She shook her back then front, she the employee of the month

Back, front, I'm back, to frontin'

I did what I said I would anyway, I do this shit, like anyday

Nigga want to play around like a playground

Nigga laydown, look at that trigger plate

Southside, lean with the my MI-WI

Started from the inside, drag his ass outside

Chain so big you can see that shit from the blind side

At their neck like a bow tie, I'mma be a multi

Opposite of broke, you can't go where I go

Mop their ass, they got a motherfucking dry floor

And I walk on a tight rope

I got balance and them Balenciagas

And I woke up, whole enchilada

I got a bitch beside, I got a bitch beside

Yea I love these girls, bitches on my dick

Been around the world, ain't seen shit like this

Ain't seen shit, ain't seen shit, ain't seen shit like this

From the back, to the front, she the employee of the month

She shook her back then front, she the employee of the month

Back, front, I'm back, to frontin'

[LIZ:]

Cause everybody needs love

We never seem to get enough

I'll show you what it's made of

Just need you to lift me up

(Lift me up, lift me up)

[2 Chainz:]

Yea I love these girls, bitches on my dick

Been around the world, ain't seen shit like this

Ain't seen shit, ain't seen shit, ain't seen shit like this

From the back, to the front, she the employee of the month

She shook her back then front, she the employee of the month

Back, front, I'm back, to frontin'

Live And Learn (I Will) lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Dolla Boy & Pusha T)

[2 Chainz:]

So many watches, I need a time capsule

Combine all my thoughts, make my mind travel

Graduated from the streets, that's beyond tassel

In my muscle car, maybe we should arm wrestle

I'm raw, using all caps

I got A on my ballcaps

No, I didn't do it but I thought about it

If I would have did it, it would have chalk around it

Yellow tape, never hesitate

2 Chainz derived from Section 8

Meditate, that's my stress relief

I've been stylin' on 'em since a lease, preach

Live long enough, it'll happen to you

Live long

It will, it will

Live long enough, it'll happen to you

Live long

It will, it will

My pop told me men don't cry

Then he turned around and died on me

So I didn't know what else to do

But motherfuckin' cry, homie

Oh yeah, I'm God's son

Tell Nas he got more than one

And me, I got more to see, more to be

Order three, started with a quarter ki'

I'm so ill I need penicill'

Rockin' ice cubes, talkin' kill at will

And these days, you can't tell who is really real

Ridin' on some Emmitt Smith's, long way from Emmett Till

Live long enough, it'll happen to you

Live long

It will, it will

Live long enough, it'll happen to you

Live long

It will, it will

[Dolla Boy:]

Streets love a nigga, got a D-boy membership

We do it from the heart, I hope art aunt will remember this

Coke on all sentences, cold but no fridge in this

Note to all witnesses, lie or die infamous

My style is so infamous

My style, it needs censorship

Dealer, what's the business? Don't call, I'm busy bitch

Unless you 'bout the business, I'm tryna get some Benjamins

Niggas say a lot on their way to the top

But you know you're too hot when they kidnap your pops so

I guess that's sayin' a lot

But we ain't sayin' much, we just sendin' them shots, nigga

[Pusha T:]

Death of a dynasty

I'm talkin' major, not the minor league

And you the last of a dyin' breed

Follow caine like a menace to society

The richest nigga in the city cosignin' me

My shampoo days done showed me the way

As I pray, lord willin' but the killer's still vague

How can there be closure when the shooter's still in questionin'?

Your niggas got rich but when you died them niggas owed you

And everything I see is adding up to what you told me

I'm ramblin', tryna keep it to myself, I'm scramblin'

Still hard to hold the tears back

Never saw what I became, can't get them years back

Death before dishonor

[2 Chainz:]

Live long enough, it'll happen to you

Live long

It will, it will

Live long enough, it'll happen to you

Live long

It will, it will

Livin lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. IAmSu!)

[2 Chainz:]

Good head get your rent paid

Then I cut a corner like a switch blade

Bitch made nigga talking shit 'bout me

Got a red car so I bought a red bottom

Chillin' at the game sitting courtside

You looking at the flyest nigga on the boat ride

Low life, I'm a multi nigga fo' life

Oh my, had it up to here like a bow tie

Cut it out, sold drugs out my momma's house

So for mothers' day, I bought my mom a house

Chillin' in the club standing on the couch

Nigga, fuck yo couch, nigga, nigga, fuck yo' couch!

Shoes cost more than that shit anyway

Any day, when the semi spray, bet it penetrate

Brrraaatt, better duck, nigga!

Got a lake in my yard filled with dope, nigga!

I'm just livin' baby, and you got that right

I'm just livin' baby, I'mma enjoy this night

I'm just livin' baby, I'm just livin'

Motherfuck the other side, (motherfuck the other side)

Everything official, my pistol's dismissin' missiles

As far as running game, my nigga, I need a whistle

My nigga, I need your sister, oops, I don't think that came out

Still fuck a girl with my chain out

Still do my thing with my thing out

Long ass clip, I could shoot you without aiming

My life, your motherfuckin' entertainment

Dangerous, leave you with the angels

Shoot yo' ass from all types of angles, explain this

Well, it was just bunch of niggas and then just me

They came close and it just skeet

They tried to run and I said "Come back"

If you think you're alone then there Bobby Womack

Hold that, ridin' that Phantom down Old Nat

Nigga said "What up, pimp? Where the hoes at?"

I'm just livin' baby, and you got that right

I'm just livin' baby, I'mma enjoy this night

I'm just livin' baby, I'm just livin'

[IamSu!:]

Ride around on my side of town

You might fuck around and get peeled

I rock Mookee, rock Y3, got Bathing Apes on my heels

Nigga, this ain't no game, there ain't no competition

I knew he was a fake, got good intuition

23 and I'm still livin'

Been all around the world and it's still Richmond

Cause I'm loyal to my soil, good to my hood like oil

Got me in that water, bet it boil

Bitch, I'm a boy, beat the beat up like Roy

Consider your bitch my employ', real to the core

Straight up, I never been fraud, and I put that on my lord

Y'all rap 'bout clothes that you cannot afford

Where's the Versace and where's the Tom Ford?

Everything we rap 'bout, that shit be ours

This bitch a freak, she should get the award, aye

[2 Chainz:]

I'm just livin' baby, and you got that right

I'm just livin' baby, I'mma enjoy this night

I'm just livin' baby, I'm just livin'

2 Chainz other songs:

2 Step lyrics - 2 Chainz

(from "House Party" soundtrack)

Toni

What you know about headrest private jets?

Stick in the Goyard, diamonds on the necklace (Uh)

Did I hit or what? Took a shot, but you ducked

A-Town, fitted up, down to ball, bigger nuts

Stick with the clutch, V12, lift it up

Sponsored by the bigger buck, kiss my dick for luck

I'm the man the fans can't boo

Got a Can-Am in the streets, we ain't got no sand dune

You on fentanyl? Why you in here dozin' off?

Pistol in my drawers, I ain't finna fight with y'all

I'm the reason they sold the elbows

I'm the plug, that's why I call my restaurant Esco

Flex like I'm supposed, Hermes orange in the Rolls

Wrist in the bowl, other wrist, it was froze

Dropped a four and brought back some extra O's (Extra)

Wallpaper, got it filled up with vegetables

Southside every day, come on, don't hesitate

Don't even procrastinate, we got some history to make

Even sold all the shake, I was bored like an ape

On the yacht, in the club, throw some ones in your face, yeah

Just the same old two-step (Same old two-step)

Same old two-step (Same old two-step)

Just the old two-step (Same old two-step)

Same old two-step (Same old two-step)

Just the old two-step (Same old two-step)

Same old two-step (Same old two-step)

Just the old two-step (Same old two-step)

Same old two-step (Same old two-step)

Do Toni got the ladies? (Yeah, yeah)

Do Toni drive Mercedes? (Yeah, yeah)

Rep the A like Lil Baby (Yeah, yeah)

Shoot your ass like DaBaby (Yeah, yeah)

Stay out my business, don't take it personal

You know you work for me and I don't work for you

You know I'm blessed with the gift of finessin'

Lil' food for thought, but you need to digest it

Got a full safe, need a room for the moves I made (Made)

I've been on my game since Ali Bomaye (Woo)

Wrote my name in cursive on her punani

I'm never rehearsin', real one all day

Just the same old two-step (Same old two-step)

Same old two-step (Same old two-step)

Just the old two-step (Same old two-step)

Same old two-step (Same old two-step)

Just the old two-step (Same old two-step)

Same old two-step (Same old two-step)

Just the old two-step (Same old two-step)

Same old two-step (Same old two-step)

Yeah, yeah

Slide, slide

Yeah, yeah

Slide, slide

Stick, slide

Slide, stick

5 Blunts lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Wale & Wiz Khalifa)

Trying to stay in my zone

Watching enemies close

They be doing the most

So I go through the motions

Five blunts in rotation, five blunts

Good head is my motivation

Gas her up like a service station

Purple drank on you perpetratin'

While you perpetrating, I'm renegotiatin'

Ah, let me think about it

Ah, it's like a bank around me

When the soldiers with me it's like a tank around me

And I don't like niggas saying "cain't" around me

I define the odds, 2 Glock nines is my body guards

Ain't nothing slick to a can of oil

Roll up, I'm high as fuck

Some of you niggas ain't try enough

Some of you niggas ain't buy enough

You smoking good, put your lighters up

Trying to stay in my zone

Watching enemies close

They be doing the most

So I go through the motions

Five blunts in rotation, five blunts

A nigga like me don't smoke blunts so I keep those joints in rotation

Bad bitches calling the radio, keep my joints in rotation

Keep throwing money on

Her ass, she keep that joint in rotation

First I'm in a car and then another car, I keep them joints in rotation

And I'm hella faded – getting elevated

She give me them good brains – I'm getting well educated

Soon as them hoes see my car, they wanna jump right in

If you see my crib, you would think I was Malibu Ken

Pour a shot or two of gin, go and invite a few friends

We done tried a few things now you tryna move in

You ain't gotta dude and so I got a few fans

I'm a roll a few grams

And follow through with the plan

Hold up

Pour some gin in her cup – she taking shots

Bend her down to the front – she taking shots

Trying to stay in my zone

Watching enemies close

They be doing the most

So I go through the motions

Five blunts in rotation, five blunts

One more to get my lungs warm

Two more to get me numb to it

Let me tell you niggas

Feel this, he'll realize

I gotta deodorize all the unsure

Made millions with Shawn Corey

Chief a lot, shout out Reese and them

Shout out, Gleesh and and Lil Meatchi

And peach Ciroc, can't see a nigga writing like an old sharpie

Like a nigga out the globe, with a nigga throwed

Like a cornerback in the flat, nigga in the zone

Like an ornament on a tree, home in the tree

How you gonna eat? Carnivores need beef

Well I need beats

Been doing this, been proving it

Now these niggas give it up like they do at Lent

I just be like "Yep!" then I get a rest

Haters trying to fuck with me, give 'em nuts like a stewardess

Ohhh, tryna stay in my zone

I ain't ready to go

And I thought I was on

'Til I seen Puffy Combs

Five blunts, nigga fired up

Nigga might slide off with y'all joint

I got some later joints, and now joints

I got emergency hoes, like firetrucks

You a wannabe clone, you never authentic

You never boss up, we never see y'all out

You be frontin' too hard, you ain't viagra

You just wanna be hard 'til you see all us

Trying to stay in my zone

Watching enemies close

They be doing the most

So I go through the motions

Five blunts in rotation, five blunts

A-Rod lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. French Montana)

[2 Chainz:]

I be ridin' through the park like I'm A-Rod

Walkin' through the park like I'm A-Rod

Smokin' on that strong, that's that steroid

They tryna kick me out like A-Rod

I used to run the base like A-Rod

When I get me a check, I'mma buy me some extra

When I get me a check, I'mma buy me a necklace

When I get me a check, I'mma eat her for breakfast

When I get me a check, niggas gotta respect it

I earned all my stripes like A-Rod, worth 25 mill

That's a whole lot of money, man somebody get killed

Que pasa, que pasa, you know that I'm proper, I run with my partners

We need us a doctor, for drinkin' the vodka

That piña colada, I might shit a lobster

I just said that shit with my eyes closed

I can count a hundred thousand while I'm blindfolded

See you out, nigga, watch I get to it

CUI, nigga, mean the chopper under influence

Now watch how I limp to the bank, dreads hangin' under my A hat

If I got sucked by a teller, I would never tell you but that would be Bankhead

A1 nigga from the south side, I need a spot light

I need a chinchilla, before I get frostbite

Put the white girl in the middle, call it Klondike

Take her the to the room after dinner, and fuck her like it's prom night

I be ridin' through the park like I'm A-Rod

Walkin' through the park like I'm A-Rod

Smokin' on that strong, that's that steroid

They tryna kick me out like A-Rod

I used to run the base like A-Rod

When I get me a check, I'mma buy me some extra

When I get me a check, I'mma buy me a necklace

When I get me a check, I'mma eat her for breakfast

When I get me a check, niggas gotta respect it

[French Montana:]

Move around my town like A-Rod

Playin' with that girl like Baywatch, Tony Hawk skate off

Steroid, on your ass like Hemorrhoids

Cash out with that pen boy, your pass out see the invoice

When I get that check, I'mma call Madonna

Call up Cameron Diaz, call up Daisy Fuentes

Dikembe on them hoes like no-no, not in my house, you can't stay

You can smoke and you can drink and bend it over, let me play

God dammit, I done came up, nigga

35K take the plane up, nigga – 35 cars, 35 chains, nigga

Gettin' this change, never changed up, nigga

When I get that check, I'ma buy you a fake ass

With your fake ass, we don't count money, weigh cash

Breakin' up the rock, Dame Dash

When you're talkin' 'bout work, was my day job

Playin' with the base like A-Rod

Playin' with them M's since yay high

Mix it up, drink it, stay high

[2 Chainz:]

I be ridin' through the park like I'm A-Rod

Walkin' through the park like I'm A-Rod

Smokin' on that strong, that's that steroid

They tryna kick me out like A-Rod

I used to run the base like A-Rod

When I get me a check, I'mma buy me some extra

When I get me a check, I'mma buy me a necklace

When I get me a check, I'mma eat her for breakfast

When I get me a check, niggas gotta respect it

Appreciation lyrics - Ant Clemons, 2 Chainz & Ty Dolla $ign

Baby I'm a black rockstar sensation

I like what you're doing

Baby give me motivation, woah

Shorty make it clap

Yeah, standing ovation

I'm spending my money

Just to show appreciation, woah

Stick on my hip, woah

So intimidating

I don't post no gun pics

That's incriminating, woah

Shorty make it clap

Yeah, standing ovation

I'm spending my money

Just to show appreciation

Show show

Show appreciation

You can throw them fits (woah)

Ima throw a couple dollars (woah)

Balenci's ain't your style (woah)

You look better off in Prada

Rollin up that Mary J you ain't wit no drama

All of that ass you got it from yo momma

Sit it on top of me if you a rider

Cause I love how you ride it, yea

You need that Vogue front page

Give you that long stroke wave

When I get you backstage

Baby I'm a black rockstar sensation

I like what you're doing

Baby give me motivation, woah

Shorty make it clap

Yeah, standing ovation

I'm spending my money

Just to show appreciation, woah

Stick on my hip, woah

So intimidating

I don't post no gun pics

That's incriminating, woah

Shorty make it clap

Yeah, standing ovation

I'm spending my money

Just to show appreciation

Show show

Show appreciation

Eat it, beat it, trip

Laid up

Make her, hold my kids

Daycare

This ain't, no cap

Mayweather

Pulling up on you

Stay there

Accommodation

Motivation

Plant a seed

Cultivation

You had my kids

Appreciation

I love you

I take you places

I buy you things

VVSs

Diamond rings

Rolex's on both arms

Ice around her neck

Her good hair make her throat warm

I wouldn't shake your ex boyfriends hand with a broke arm (hell na)

Black leather with the Margielas

Two Rolls Royce umbrellas

I crossed over they tried to call carry

Pop star from a trap star

This shit here authentic

TONI

Baby I'm a black rockstar sensation

I like what you're doing

Baby give me motivation, woah

Shorty make it clap

Yeah, standing ovation

I'm spending my money

Just to show appreciation, woah

Stick on my hip, woah

So intimidating

I don't post no gun pics

That's incriminating, woah

Shorty make it clap

Yeah, standing ovation

I'm spending my money

Just to show appreciation

Show show

Show appreciation

Baddest lyrics - Yung Bleu, Chris Brown & 2 Chainz

(Romano)

(Hitmaka!)

(OG Parker)

Sexy motherfucker, you the baddest one (Woah)

Gave you all my love, that shit been addin' up (Woah)

We should get away somewhere and run it up (Woah)

You tryna fall in love (Oh)

Need you to bring all of your friends and let's fuck it off (Fuck)

I know you ain't been touched enough (Enough)

I know you ain't the only one, oh one (One)

Need you to bring all of your friends and let's fuck it off (Fuck)

I know you ain't been touched enough (Touched enough, enough)

I know you ain't the only one

See you with your friends, you got a

Brand new Benz, you got a

Nigga blowin' up your phone, you ain't thinkin' 'bout him

She just wanna turn up with her girls, get the stress off

And I just wanna take her to the room, get that dress off

Even though I'm in a good mood, I fuck you like I'm pissed off

And don't give me no attitude, you gon' make my dick soft

Heard she wanna fuck me 'cause I'm lit now ('Cause I'm lit now)

Yeah, heard she wanna fuck me 'cause I'm rich now ('Cause I'm rich now)

We can link after the club, I got a penthouse

Second 'til I shoot it, it comes so fast, I made her get down

She got new ass and new titties, she a ten now

Sexy motherfucker

Sexy motherfucker, you the baddest one (Woah)

Gave you all my love, that shit been addin' up (Woah)

We should get away somewhere and run it up (Woah)

I'm tryna fall in love (Oh)

She got new ass and new titties, she a ten now (Yeah)

She got new ass and new titties, she a ten now (Toni)

Sexy motherfucker

You know I got your back, baby (Back)

We ain't gotta talk about it (Right)

Your booty stickin' out, they gotta walk around it

Take my queen to King of Diamonds (Mm)

PJ, I switch the climate

It ain't no seat assignment

Doze off, wake up on an island (Yeah)

I bring your friends so y'all can fuck it up (Fuck it up)

Rolls and a couple truck

I bought a couple zips

I brought some Molly and some shrooms, you think we flew here?

Oh, we gon' really trip (Trip)

Pussy on fingertips (Mm)

Yeah, I'ma kiss them lips

I'm talkin' both of 'em (Both of 'em)

I told her, "Ride this dick and I'm the chauffeur"

I hit it from the side, then I make her fall off

Pussy too wet for me to fuck you on my sofa

Mess it up (Yeah)

(Sexy) Sexy motherfucker, you the baddest one (Woah, baddest)

Gave you all love, that shit been addin' up (Woah, it's been addin', baby)

We should get away somewhere and run it up (Run it up)

I'm tryna fall in love (Oh)

Need you to bring all of your friends and let's fuck it off (Fuck it off, fuck it off, woah)

I know you ain't been touched enough (Fuck it off, fuck it off)

I know you ain't the only one, oh one (Yeah, fuck it off, fuck it off, woah)

Need you to bring all of your friends and let's fuck it off (Fuck it off, fuck it off,, woah)

I know you ain't been touched enough (Oh, oh, no)

Oh, you ain't the only one (Sexy motherfucker)

Sexy motherfucker, hmm

Sexy motherf-

Sexy motherfucker

Bigger Than You lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Drake & Quavo)

[Quavo {2 Chainz}:]

2 Chainz (Murda on the beat so it's not nice)

Yeah, VIP my squad (Yeah), drop off all the gang (Yeah)

VIP the lane (Skrrt), VIP the chain (Squad)

VIP my squad (Yeah, {squad}), drop off all the gang (Yeah)

VIP the lane (Skrrt, {yeah}), VIP the chain

Uh, yeah, baller alert

Lil biddy bitch I don't call her alert (Brrrrp)

Uh, yeah, follow alert

Go get the fire when I'm callin' 'em merked

Uh, yeah, profit come first

I whip the baby, the baby gon' burp (Whip it)

Uh, yeah, I bought a 'Claren (Woo)

I bought a 'Claren, didn't wanna buy verts, uh

This shit bigger than you (hey), I'm takin' on a new path (Uh)

Making them bricks take a bath (Woo)

Lil biddy bitch, do the math (Yeah)

Lil nigga, who are you? (Who you, {yeah})

Must be bulletproof (Brrrp)

This shit bigger than you (It big)

This shit bigger than you

[2 Chainz:]

Chain so big, should have came with a kick stand

Fuck with me, I got a retainer on a hit man (bop)

Barely came up out the mud like quicksand (barely)

I show you how to get millions, nigga, that's a mil plan, now

Uh, yeah, ring the alarm, Cartier bracelets on all of my arms

Uh, yeah, halo my son, in the wheelchair, and I still perform (uh)

I don't make excuses, you know that I'm hungry, I still got the juice (uh)

You set it off like Cleo, I set it off like Boosie

[Quavo {2 Chainz}:]

Uh, yeah, baller alert

Lil biddy bitch I don't call her alert (brrrrp)

Uh, yeah, follow alert

Go get the fire when I'm callin' 'em merked

Uh, yeah, profit come first

I whip the baby, the baby gon' burp (whip it)

Uh, yeah, I bought a 'Claren (woo)

I bought a 'Claren, didn't wanna buy verts, uh

This shit bigger than you (hey)

I'm takin' on a new path (uh)

Making the bricks take a bath (woo)

Lil biddy bitch, do the math (yeah)

Lil nigga, who are you? (who you?)

Must be bulletproof (brrrp) {bye}

This shit bigger than you (it big)

This shit bigger than you

[Drake (Quavo):]

Young champagne checkin' in, man, Tity Boi shit ringin' off

'Member I was on pre-paid, I would act like my shit was ringin' off

'Member shorty told me she thought the raps good but the singing's off

Watch on Young Dro now, man, boi-oing shit blingin' off

Where the racks at? (Racks)

All I know is they keep comin' to me like a flashback, nigga, what? (What?)

Half a million out in Vegas, it ain't no blackjack, nigga, naw (Naw)

Quavo Sinatra, but we could never be the Rat Pack, nigga, naw

[Quavo {2 Chainz}:]

Uh, yeah, baller alert

Lil biddy bitch I don't call her alert (Brrrrp)

Uh, yeah, follow alert

Go get the fire when I'm callin' 'em merked

Uh, yeah, profit come first

I whip the baby, the baby gon' birth (Whip it)

Uh, yeah, I bought a 'Claren (Woo)

I bought a 'Claren, didn't wanna buy verts, uh

This shit bigger than you (Hey)

I'm takin' on a new path (Uh)

Making the bricks take a bath (Woo)

Lil biddy bitch, do the math (Yeah, {tell 'em})

Lil nigga, who are you? (Who you?)

Must be bulletproof (Brrrp, {bye})

This shit bigger than you (It big)

This shit bigger than you

[2 Chainz:]

Touchscreen on my cars, vintage one to two

I just bought a watch that's plain like a Dickie suit (Plain)

I sip some red wine, and chased it with the '42

They asked me what I call millions, comin' soon

Yeah (Yeah), I just cashed out (Uh)

Ain't got time for a beef, I'm a cash cow (Tell 'em)

When I was in juvie, I made 'em back out (Back that ass up)

It was 400 degrees, you would have passed out (Ooh)

[Quavo {2 Chainz}:]

Uh, yeah, baller alert

Lil biddy bitch I don't call her alert (Brrrrp)

Uh, yeah, follow alert

Go get the fire when I'm callin' 'em merked {Yeaaaah}

Uh, yeah, profit come first

I whip the baby, the baby gon' birth (Whip it)

Uh, yeah, I bought a 'Claren (Woo)

I bought a 'Claren, didn't wanna buy verts, uh

This shit bigger than you (Hey)

I'm takin' on a new path (Uh)

Making the bricks take a bath (Woo)

Lil biddy bitch, do the math (Yeah)

Lil nigga, who are you? (Who you?)

Must be bulletproof (Brrrp) {Bye}

This shit bigger than you (It big)

This shit bigger than you

VIP my squad (Yeah), drop off all the gang (Yeah)

VIP the lane (Skrrt), VIP the chain (Squad)

VIP my squad (Yeah, {yeah}), drop off all the gang (Yeah)

VIP the lane (Skrrt), VIP the chain

2 Chainz Lyrics

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EP: Freebase (2014)

Don't Do It (Intro) lyrics - 2 Chainz

Trap Back lyrics - 2 Chainz

FREEBASE lyrics - 2 Chainz

Flexin On My Baby Mama lyrics - 2 Chainz

Wuda Cuda Shuda lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Boosie)

Crib In My Closet lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. A$AP Rocky & Rick Ross)

They Know lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Cap 1 & Ty Dolla Sign)

B.O.A.T.S. II: Me Time (2013)

Fork lyrics - 2 Chainz

36 lyrics - 2 Chainz

Feds Watching lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Pharrell)

Where U Been? lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Cap-1)

I Do It lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Drake & Lil Wayne)

Used 2 lyrics - 2 Chainz

Netflix lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Fergie)

Extra lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Rich Homie Quan)

U Da Realest lyrics - 2 Chainz

Beautiful Pain lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lloyd & Ma$e)

So We Can Live lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. T-Pain)

Mainstream Rachet lyrics - 2 Chainz

Black Unicorn lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Chrisette Michele & Sunni Patterson)

Outroduction lyrics - 2 Chainz

Employee Of The Month lyrics - 2 Chainz

Live And Learn (I Will) lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Dolla Boy & Pusha T)

Livin lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. IAmSu!)

2 Chainz other songs:

2 Step lyrics - 2 Chainz

5 Blunts lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Wale & Wiz Khalifa)

A-Rod lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. French Montana)

Appreciation lyrics - Ant Clemons, 2 Chainz & Ty Dolla $ign

Baddest lyrics - Yung Bleu, Chris Brown & 2 Chainz

Bigger Than You lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Drake & Quavo)

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