P.P.A. lyrics - 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Fabolous

[2 Chainz:]

Let go, it's over

Chances ran out along the line

Let go forever

The love that we shared had faded in time

Let's pipe it up, let's go, yeah

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Let's go

Let go

True

Pretty pussy havin' ass, ha

Haha, Toni

I'm like "Who you gettin' mad at?" Gon' and send the address

You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award

I'm cold like the climate, once I get behind it

You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (Uh)

I like it when it's waxed now, Toni with the facts now (Facts)

Late night, waffle house, we got matchin' hash browns

You got that stage presence, you say you schoolin' these hoes

Gon' and teach a lesson (Teach 'em)

My plane land at six, you got the landin' strip (Strip)

You like to take a bubble bath with the candle lit (Lit)

You can tell I'm the man by the manuscript (Yeah)

You know I play with the clit like a instrument (Let go)

I like that splash sound (Splash)

That squeaky shit, you can hear it in the background

Sound like I'm stirrin' mac and cheese in your lap now (Lap)

I hit it missionary, then I turn it back 'round (Facts now)

I'm like "Who you gettin' mad at?" Gon' and send the address

You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (Yeah)

I'm cold like the climate, once I get behind it

You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (Uh)

[Lil Wayne:]

Who you gettin' mad at? We ain't finna have that

Your pretty pussy perfect, pristine, pure, pecan ass

Diggin' and I'm searchin' like fiends lookin' in trash bags

Pump it 'til I squirt gasoline all on her gas mask

You deserve some hand claps, see through dress, saran wrap

No pantyhose, my hair wet, camel toe, giraffe neck

Play that ho like Grand Theft, it's not a game, she popped my chain

I popped a painkiller, she pop that pussy until papa came

Pretty Pussy Award, juicy, gushy couture

Booty softer than Velor, I fuck her until she snore

Aw-sooki, lookin' into her eyes

As they sparkle, I arrive

Treat her crib just like the red carpet

[2 Chainz (Fabolous):]

I'm like "Who you gettin' mad at?" Gon' and send the address

You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (Yeah, you got it)

I'm cold like the climate (Yeah), once I get behind it (Hey)

You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award

[Fabolous:]

Look, only thing better than pussy is new pussy

And the only thing beat new pussy is two pussies

Heard that thing squirtin' and shit, Fruit Gushers

And I had to make sure it went down, two flushes

Yeah, that ass look soft as a couch, two cushions

And that mouth like a Slurpee machine, blue slushie

Red slushie, that brain have 'em payin' tuition

Every nigga want some of that P that you pushin' (Let go)

I don't wanna give you, I just wanna award you

I don't wanna buy you, I just wanna reward you

So you can let them hoes know who the winner is

I said, let them hoes know who the winner is

[2 Chainz:]

I'm like "Who you gettin' mad at?" Gon' and send the address

You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (Yeah, yeah)

I'm cold like the climate (Yeah), once I get behind it (Yeah)

You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (Yeah)

Let go

Oprah & Gayle lyrics - 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Benny the Butcher

[2 Chainz:]

Collegrove

Checkerboard luggage, Ramen in the cupboard

I left Art Basel with a sculpture

You listening to the lyrical nunchuck chuckle at dumbfucks

Vocals warmed up, beyond Ford tough

I kept my lawn cut, mispell and conduct

I got my arm out the window of an armed truck

It's Teamster Union when you hear the trucks roll up

On Cleveland Avenue, made plays at the Kroger

Came up on cold cuts, heart got a hole in it, bank got a roll in it

The Cessna Citation came with a pole in it

The Cullinan so big, it need a stove in it

Now that's deep, I just dove in it

The closet came with garage doors

The Goyard is on all fours, I do this shit for encores

I did this shit in Tom Ford, they said I'm wrong for it

I'm so fly, I looked at her and said, "Get on board"

It's the man, it's the myth, in the midst of the mix

With the M's on my mind, in Maui taking pics

Motivated by more, that mean I want more of this

I want more jewelry, more cars, I want more cribs

What you expect from a kid

That grew up with his stomach touching his rib?

Echos coming from out the fridge

My papa was a rolling stone, I thought you knew that

Don't smoke no cig but I'll shoot that, true facts

[Lil Wayne:]

Nah'mean?

My lighter St. Laurent

Yeah, that St. Laurent fire

You gotta hold your hand midair when you do a verse like this

Yeah

Uh, hoppin' out or slide out, runnin' through a walkthrough

Coupe on big wheels like a pony wearin' horse shoes

Tall money, short fuse, long money, long ooh

Champagne Papi part two, she my corkscrew

Tattoos over war wounds, wrist look like it's on Zoom

Neck look like anime or cartoons, art to 'em

I got the spikes on the Gucci, look like Bart to 'em

Gimmie the Nikes, lemme add some Comme Des Garcons to 'em

Stunt man, verses in my lunch bag, rappers on my launch pad

Chopper make 'em do the Kris Kross or make 'em jump dance

Lump somes, hump bands

What's a young man without a check? Just a Jumpman

Fuck that, Jordan meme

I'ma sip some lean, get a ting and go quarantine

I'ma get some bling let it bling like some Oil Sheen

I'ma put some fuckin' princess cuts on a queen

And I keep all of the chin check stubs I redeem

This our team, my regimen, I'm a higher being

Purple smoke, fire green, sweet 'n' sour cream

Peakin' higher now we towering, peak position

Give my people power, now we power fiends, it's addiction

Feelin' like a boxer steppin' out the ring, you swing, you missin'

Critically thinkin' 'bout the critics up in critical condition

I'm in pitiful condition, scratch that but who was itchin'?

Teamsters, the Union did it

Tune and Tity, Young Money, T.R.U. Religion

It's some Teamsters shit

This a Saint Laurent lighter, woo!

I got "stoner-virus," baby

Ho right there, she got "Patron-a-virus," hmm-mm

And ho over there, she wouldn't let me fuck

So now she got "loney-virus", alright

Ayy, stop leasin' niggas

We gotta get that "homeowner-virus" like me

[Benny The Butcher:]

Yo, they was laughin', but we was smart drug trafficking

We was sharks (Uh-huh)

I had to chase the paper down 'til we trapped the money in vaults

Kinda crazy, my last bid was the shortest and she ain't wait for me

Spent half my twenties in prison and aged gracefully

For paper, you know we grind, place a wager

And you'll be fine (Uh-huh)

I put my fork down now every major want me to sign

Left the hood for Hollywood

It wasn't worth being famous (It wasn't worth it)

Where every chick got a Beamer and a personal trainer (Ha-ha)

I'm into business moves, she into Paris fashion (Uh-huh)

It cost me at least twenty grand a year on her hair and lashes

Love I done inherited, music was both of my parents' passion

My name come up when you talkin' dope and comparing classics (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Stare at me good, 'cause this how pressure look

They want my spot but tryna skip every step I took

I wish 'em the best of luck

I asked a question, and he gave me an answer

That still left a nigga confused like Brady in Tampa

Back home, I'm one of the Narcos, semi autos

Dodge fans like New York City potholes

Yeah, the OGs think that it's funny, money made me more hungry

'Cause majority wait til they chubby and then get comfy, nah

Get that first case then you learn to appreciate

All the risks you gotta take to turn a Ford to a Wraith (Uh-huh)

I'm checkin' in on my hood, like I hope all is well

I'm still close to my scale, we like Oprah and Gayle

[Outro:]

You get a Rollie, you get a Rollie

You get a Rollie! You get a Rollie!

Everybody gets a Rollie!

You get a Rollie, you get a Rollie

You get a Rollie too!

Everybody gets a Rollie!

Shame lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

Yeah (Nah), dig (Ha)

(Nah, nah, real flame)

What, what, what, wala

Ha-ha-ha (Flame him over, right, good God)

Haha

Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga

Trip, uh, stain a nigga (Blaow)

Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga

Trip, stain a nigga (Blaow)

I got thirty a clip, one in the throat (Throat)

Rhyme flow thirty below, I'm thirty and O, uh (Woo)

Pink pussy, take it to go, hell of a show (Hell)

Rings, chains, elegant, though, better than most

You know I gotta stand on that shit, stay on my post (Uh)

2 Chainz and Wayne like Rae and Ghost (Ghost)

I wish you all luck, now let's make a toast (Cheers)

Got my girl in the buckets, speed up your pulse (Nyoom)

She a cutie pie, I ate all the crust (All the crust)

And I move the weight, I got all results (All results)

Long ass joint, look like a MARTA bus (MARTA)

I asked the fans who loved me, they like, "All of us" (Yeah)

Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga

Trip, uh, stain a nigga (Blaow)

Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga

Trip, stain a nigga (Blaow)

Collegrove 2, shame on you

I will leave your homie brains on you, then aim for you

Wayne and 2 Chainz goin' Wu-Tang on you

All we need is a track, and we run a train on you, choo

Snap, crackle, pop, don't worry, it's lobster tail

The bezel on the watch cost more than the watch itself

I don't do tick-tock like a Rollie, but watch yourself

You just like a pimple 'til I make you pop yourself

Five star, bitch, I got bars like a phone that just got charged

So like Bruce Willis, I die hard

My God, you catch feelings, that's my fault

Feelings hurt, I put them on I-R

Drop off in R times R, not four

But I'm sure, that the shit I wore was Tom Ford

Keep a shotgun on me like I love the great outdoors

Pockets fat as fuck, look like they need to get out more, bars

Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga (Shame)

Trip, uh, stain a nigga (Blaow)

Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga (Yeah, yeah)

Trip, stain a nigga (Blaow)

Collegrove 2, shame on you

Shame on you

Collegrove 2, shame on you

I will leave your homie brains on you, then aim for you, baow

Collegrove

Chainz and Wayne, nigga, we like Chef and Ghost

It's true and mula, trula, baby

Sicker than Wu now, baby

Bars lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

Yeah

Yeah, gotta be comin' hard on them Havoc beats, you feel me?

My basic outlook, the out crook the man on the side

'Fore we hit the driveway, got my hand on her thighs

Touchin' the sky, I could skateboard in the cloud

Put 'em on some much loud that they won't make sound

This that body walk nonchalant, don't make sense

Like a nigga with dreads tryna own his own barber shop

Heart not hard to stop, take a new whip then karate chop

Turn the fuckin' top to a halter top

Concrete jungle, I'll fuck Jane though

Industry, a bunch of niggas swing on the same rope

Sit in the same room, fuck on the same ho

We on different planes if we is in the same boat

Captivate 'em and creative

Potato head, turn 'em into mashed potatoes

My town is greater, downtown Decatur

Went to Pin Ups to pound, pound a waitress

Niggas might as well smoke a pound of hatred

Take a shot of jealousy and use a clown to chase it

Heard some niggas try to say that my style is basic

Told 'em sit back with they style adjacent

Ran up in they crib like my stylist Jason

Mask on, black card, minds is racist

Met a girl named Victory, I can taste it

I got a bigger crib 'cause I replaced it

Uh, got a disease called bars

Bars, yeah

Got a disease called bars

Bars

I, I give it to ya

I, I give it to ya

I give it to ya

I, I give it to ya

Uh, bastard flow, I had to though, I'm natural and practical

Infatuated with the dope, fanatical, banana clip, you're apple though

I got more tools than Apple Store

You're screwed up and now them goons is at your door with ransom notes

And we gon' need some answers though, answer more

Your modern family can suddenly become a canceled show, that's standard though

I have your cousin be the one to cut your throat, my standards low

I'm from New Orleans, you either be man or hoe and now they know

You mash and go and cash it slow, whatever go and that you know

Got more techs than Apple Store, I have more sex than Scorpios

And I don't text or call them hoes, restaurant 'em all them hoes

I slept with foreign hoes that only heard Tha Carter IV

It's all for sure, it's all a hoax, Rebeccas to Rosarios

I'm sorry for the hoes that get portrayed as sorry hoes

I'm sorry, hoes, but that's just how the story goes

Who are these hoes? Who bought these hoes?

I thought these hoes was for us all, my dawg proposed, Lord

His cards exposed, his heart explode, his broads opposed, Lord

His market's closed, he parched, he's cold, she sparked the stove, Lord

She washed the clothes, she fold the clothes, she on her toes, Lord

He lost control, forgot the bitch was on the pole, Lord!

And oh, Lord, I bought some bitches from the road home

Told her, "Watch over them bitches like a fuckin' drone"

And hold on, I'm so gone, I'm in my more zone

Cough syrup 'til my cold gone, Tunechi, bitch

Uh, got a disease called bars

Bars, yeah

Got a disease called bars

Bars

I, I give it to ya

I, I give it to ya

I give it to ya

I, I give it to ya

I give it to ya, I give it to ya

I give it to ya, I give it to ya

I give it to ya, I give it to ya

I give it to ya, I give it to ya (I give it to ya)

I give it to ya, I give it to ya

I give it to ya, I give it to ya

I give it to ya, I give it to ya

I give it to ya

Scene 4: No Fent lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

Okay, yo, yo, yo

Hold up, hold on, ayy, what's up, bro?

I just got some intel

Aight, bro, talk to me

This is some kids tryin' to take over the block sellin' this bullshit Fentanyl that gon' fuck around and kill off the clientele

Fiine, look [?]

We sellin' that straight drop, you understand that?

That clean, you know what I mean?

[?] shit

These motherfuckers come around here fuckin' up the vibes

And when the bodies come, bodies come, police come

It's gon' fuck up everything, we gon' fuck around and have to go to war

Godzilla lyrics - 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Vory

[Part I]

Sometimes I feel like Scarface in Miami

Gettin' head behind the curtains, five percent tinted

It's not pretty, ooh, it's not pretty (Ooh, yeah)

It's not pretty, let the window down so they can see who's in it (Ayy)

They know I'm a big dog, where I'm from, I'm a big dog

They call me I'm a big dog, where I'm from, I'm a big dog

They know I'm a big dog, where I'm from, I'm a big dog

Intercept that package when it touch down and get big dogged

Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah

Richer than my opps, make all them niggas call me, nah, nah

Richer than my opps, make all them niggas call me big bro

'Cause they know how the game goes

They know when it pours it rains, at least it still rains though

They know when it pours it rains, they know that it rains though

They don't want 'em pissed off, take the red up out the rainbow

And turn to Rambo

They know I'm a big dog, where I'm from, I'm a big dog, ooh, yeah

[Part II]

Okay

Hundreds on the coaster, got my shoes all on the sofa (Sofa)

I used to be broke and thangs, chain like Sammy Sosa (Sosa)

Money counter loader, I told shorty to come over (Over)

I been takin' shrooms, I'm the opposite of sober (Sober)

Military minded, I got it from my pops (Pops)

Son of a gun, got a fetish for them Glocks (Glocks)

Fuck that conversation, I want mine off the top (Top)

I'm my motivation, I walk it like I talk (Talk)

I'm a big P rocker, Balenciaga jugga (Jugga)

She know that she love me, call me "baby" like a toddler (Toddler)

When I'm on stage, that shit feel like home (Yeah)

When I'm in her mouth, that shit feel a lukewarm (Okay)

Two-tone Patek, whole wrist two-toned

Catch up to this Maybach, pass the Grey Poupon

I got blinds in my whip like a condo nigga (Condo)

Heat on me in the mornin' like Alonzo, nigga

Toni

What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah)

What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah)

What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah)

What's a gorilla? Ain't none-illa

Above the rim, Lambo chop with the rim, yeah

Trappin' out the gym, rose gold Patek with the gems, yeah

Big drip, big drip, I'm the shit

Let a big booty bitch have a feel on this dick

Let a juicy mouth bitch come and spit on this dick

Then she suck everythng and she spit on this dick, yeah

Big seal, I ain't sippin' that shit, let that shit seal

Then I'm crackin' that shit like a pencil

Leanin' back when I'm tryna sit still

Percocets, I'm a fan, baby, make the sports car dance, baby

I drop a few grands, baby

Now go and grab mama's grand baby, God damn, baby

What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah, what's a gorilla to Godzilla?)

What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

What's a gorilla? Ain't none-illa (What's a gorilla? Ain't non-illa)

Hollygrove and Colle' Park

He had lines wrote, he dinosaurs

Got a hundred thou' on the ironin' board

Make her count out loud when she count it for us

Long days and bad days

Have calm days and rampage

From the wrong way to, yeah, that way

To the cover page from the last page, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

I'm in first place in this drag race

Ain't no first aid for the last place (Ayy, ayy)

And my birth place is a bad place (Ayy), but I save face (Ayy, ayy)

Eyes quick to put my hands straight (Ayy, ayy)

No astronauts in my head space

Kill a gorilla, that's a dead ape, hurr

Crown Snatcher lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

[Intro:]

Murda on the beat so it's not nice

[Lil Wayne:]

I'm a crown snatcher, I'm a crown snatcher

I'm a crown snatcher, I'm a crown snatcher

Send blood hounds at you, send my rounds at you

Spit some rounds at you, you round catcher

Bitch, I'm an eye catcher, I got that wow factor

Got her seeing stars, she thought she had died and gone to NASA

I'm 'bout to buy me a dancer, she got that body enhancement

She got that face stretching and now lil mami elastic

I'm a soul taker, fuck the law makers

'Cause I'm a case catcher, my lawyer get paid extra

Yeah, I'm a ho snatcher, but if that ho ratchet

I'ma Joe Jackson, I'm just old-fashioned

Need a gold statue, front of my big gold mansion

I got some good brown skin, I look like gold satin

Rose gold Patek, call it Rosemary

Different color diamonds lookin' like a bowl of salad

A bowl of salad with more than twenty-four karats

White styrofoam cup glowin' like a gold chalice

I was in Hollygrove growin' up by Rose Tavern

I'll take a nigga queen, let my hoes have her

'Cause I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah), I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah)

I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah), I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah)

Send blood hounds at you, send my rounds at you

Spit some rounds at you, you a round catcher, bitch

I'm a eye catcher (Ooh), I got that wow factor

Got her seeing stars, she thought she done died and gone to NASA

'Bout to buy me a dancer, she got that body enhancement

She got that face stretching and now lil mami elastic

[2 Chainz:]

Toni! Money, money, money, no shit

Necklace on my wrist, this sound like Carter VI

Most these rappers get a sex change when they get too rich

Seem like soon they get some mils, they turn into a bitch (Alright)

It's like the bathroom out of order, we ain't takin' your shit

All I gotta say is "2 Chainz" and it's a radio hit

She got a small waist, thick, pretty face and shit

Goyard sittin' next to me like we in a relationship

Young Mula, been poppin' since your first computer (Yeah)

You bought that chain? You need to go somewhere and beat up your jeweler (Beat his ass)

To feed my family, I had to use two packs of noodles (True)

I'll snatch the crown off your medulla

[Lil Wayne:]

'Cause I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah), I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah)

I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah), I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah)

Send blood hounds at you, send my rounds at you

Spit some rounds at you, you a round catcher, bitch

I'm an eye catcher (Ooh), I got that wow factor

Got her seeing stars, she thought she done died and gone to NASA

'Bout to buy me a dancer, she got that body enhancement

She got that face stretching and now lil mami elastic

Can't Believe You lyrics - 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Rick Ross

I can't believe you, mane

For real

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Yeah)

(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Not gettin' pussy 'til you got money ass niggas)

(You know I can't) I can't believe you

I can't, I can't believe you

(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (You know I can't, you know I can't)

Uh, rivalry appear, cauliflower his ear

Multi-task, count cash, drive dodgin' a deal

The Moncler is clear, you can see the bodyguard

My circumference surrounded in fog, yellow wrist corn on the cob

I know you was a façade, I know you want me starve

I know you want me to bleed, I see the feign in your heart

Don't know the pain in my heart, just see the paint on my cars

Know I'm the same as a king, know I'm the same as a God

Don't have to say anything, they can still tell us apart

Know I'm not leavin' my wife if they try to tear us apart

Know I'm not leavin' this life is they try to make us abort

Kept callin' 12 on us, know that that make us annoyed

Went to the mountain top with a shield, cross and a sword

Keep eatin' rappers, so they say I'm a cannibal

Can't blame me, I'ma hold 'em accountable

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Yeah)

(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Not gettin' pussy 'til you got money ass niggas, haha)

(You know I can't) I can't believe you

I can't, I can't believe you

(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (You know I can't, you know I can't)

Maybach Music

Convictions will turn your common sense to commissary

Convinced that your co-defendants keep it honorary

Catchin' the bus is where you had those conversations

Let's patch our money up and drop a compilation (Huh)

Road to riches, niggas out here rentin' Rolls

Lackin' mackin' got these here niggas rentin' hoes

Hustle backwards, movin' mom into a rented home

You got some money, homie, but you did it wrong

You think of bitches as opportunities money make

I look at blessings as lessons, and pray for one a day

Can't believe all these niggas be sweet as funnel cake

I'm from the era of dope boys versus Ronald Reagan (M-M-M)

Eyes wide, on your back, breathin' on the pavement

Shots fired half a block, played for the Lakers

Started as the shorties in the class misbehavin' (Uh)

Another nigga dead just because he made it (Maybach Music)

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Yeah)

(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Not gettin' pussy 'til you got money ass niggas, haha)

(You know I can't) I can't believe you

I can't, I can't believe you

(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Collegrove, you know I can't, you know I can't, I can't believe you)

Un-fuckin'-believable, I don't fuckin' believe in you

I'll get you shot up in front of a cathedral, and in front of the media

That's from me to you

Heard the feds been meetin' you, a whole lot of shit that you've been agreein' to

Who you speakin' to? You foreign to me, nigga, that's the European you

You should hate bein' you, one of these choppa bullets'll make three of you

Pull up in the vehicle, pow, pull off laughin' lookin' in the rear view

Ain't no tellin' what we'll do when it's them or me, him or me, or me or you

Watch how the semi do, it'll turn the grizzly into Winnie Pooh

Believe that, no Corona, I'ma pull up in a fuckin' ski mask

Niggas rattin' on us and I'm too grown to be a Chuck E. Cheese fan

He mad, smokin' the strong, the blunt is longer than me hand

OG strains, stay in my zone but sometimes known to freelance

Pecan skin tone, but redbone when she mad

And she can, watch the throne or kiss my royalty ass

I can't believe you, quarterback to wide receiver

Can't trust you far as I can throw you, far as I can see you

Un-fuckin'-believable, they don't want the presence

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Yeah)

(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Not gettin' pussy 'til you got money ass niggas, haha)

(You know I can't) I can't believe you

I can't, I can't believe you

(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (I can't belive you, you know I can't, you know I can't, I can't believe you)

I can't, I won't, I don't, I ain't gon' believe you

I can't, I can't

I just can't believe you

I can't believe you

Scene 5: Never Was Lost lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

Yeah, I tried to tell you things could get real nasty

Turns out them boys had to take back somethin' that was never lost

[?], you hear me?

Collegrove

Moonlight lyrics - 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Marsha Ambrosius

Incoming

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Why don't we just run away? (Run)

Run away (Run)

To the moonlight (Light)

Be who we are

We can run away (Run)

Run away (Run)

But to be soon, I (I)

Want to be so high

High, high, high

To the moonlight

But to be soon, I (Yeah, Toni)

Want to be so high (Uh)

Broken English, on Rome, teach you, corrected

Had to eat with her, had to 'fore I heard of Doctor Sebi

Mama got a new boyfriend, I know it won't affect me

'Cause I been the man of this house, this nigga gon' respect me, uh

When I sold dope, it held depression (Yeah)

When I fuck her 'fore, it held depression

I was broke during my adolescence (Damn)

Need money counters for my blessings (Blessings)

The essence of fluorescent light, I rock, you feel protection

I keep her legs separate like aromas on my dresser (Dresser)

I fell in love and put her in the ring like a wrestler, yes, sir

Before I heard of Tesla, I was the plug

I used to hate when nobody showed me love, come on

Why don't we just run away? (Run)

Run away (Run)

To the moonlight (Yeah)

Be who we are

We can run away (Run)

Run away (Run away)

But to be soon, I (I)

Want to be so high

High, high, high

To the moonlight (Yeah)

But to be soon, I (Uh)

Want to be so high

Uh, young Tune in the booth like a cocoon

Shinin' like the moonlight, full clip for a full moon

Hotter than the sunlight, summer time, 12PM, noon

Tyson in the gun fight, Floyd Mayweather in June

All year round, homie, I hunt with my mouth foamin'

On the prowl, roamin', fuckin' the world without moanin'

On the hot corner like Josh Norman since Pop Warner

Moonlights, the cop lights, the spotlights, they spot on us

Amen, they better throw some prayers up, hope they land

I'll give 'em three to they hat before I give 'em a chance

Satan, sippin' lean like moonshine out they can

And they ran to the moonlight and ran into the Moon Man, bitch

Why don't we just run away? (Run)

Run away (Run)

To the moonlight (Light)

Be who we are (Big)

We can run away (Run)

Run away (Run)

But to be soon, I (I)

Want to be so high

High, high, high

To the moonlight

But to be soon, I

Want to be so high

High, high, high

To the moonlight

But to be soon, I

Want to be so high

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Dope Don't Sell Itself (2022)

• Bet It Back
• Pop Music
• Kingpen Ghostwriter
• Outstanding
• Neighbors Know My Name
• Million Dollars Worth Of Game
• Free B.G.
• 10 Bracelets
• Lost Kings
• Caymans
• Vlad TV
• If You Want Me To 

Bet It Back lyrics - 2 Chainz

(Tony)

My favorite plastic bag got some drugs in it (Drugs in it)

And, yeah, I got a heart but ain't no love in it (Love in it)

When you leave me, I leave your knees ashy (Knees ashy)

If you broke down, I would speed past you (Vroom)

Off the rap game, I bought three mansions (Three mansions)

You niggas ain't agin' well you like Steve Francis (Okay)

Like a janitor, I got keys dancin' (Okay)

Last plaque I got, I had free lanced it (Alright)

The way that you holdin' me, still get high and play Jodeci

Last condo it was 1.3, still get geeked off the potency

Pyrex be where the oven be (Yeah)

Birthday party in the middle of the street (Street)

Come 'round here, it was snowin' every week (Uh)

I listened to his shit, it was very, very weak

A nigga like me make a million in a week (Week)

Talk on the track that's a million just to speak (Speak)

A nigga gon' ball like Pro Day (Pro Day)

I hang with my bitch on bro day (Bro day)

I'm off in the mouth like Colgate

This is a bar, take it so far you can't locate

And if you keep her a week and you fuck for a couple of days, for that pussy, then prorate

Yeah, whole neck Pellegrino (Grino)

Kill my style like Vino (Vino)

Yeah, got a palm full of C-notes (C-notes)

I have never been a zero (Never)

I worked hard to get where I'm at, look at where I'm at

That's a bet, if I lose the bet, I'ma bet it back

I got one million dollars for every tat on your face (Uh)

They like, "Ain't that buddy who used to serve from back in the day?"

I had twenty-six pounds in the back of the Wraith

Just made a jug for the twelve and got a 4-10 play

Do anything I put my mind to (Mind to)

Had to put a scope on it just to find you (Find you)

Ever kept it real with somebody and they looked in your eyes and they still tried to lie to you?

I wish Nobu had a drive thru (Drive thru)

Last outfit went viral (Uh)

Shorty spin your block like a vinyl (Vinyl)

Shout out my cause, he a Piru (Tell 'em)

Shawty got a buzz off mascoto

Pussy so good hit the lotto (Lotto)

She gave me big head like a rhino (Big head)

MVP of the finals (Yeah)

I work to hard to get where I'm at, look at where I stayed

Gun shots almost everyday, neck on chardonnay

Yeah, whole neck Pellegrino (Uh)

Kill my style like Vino

Yeah, got a palm full of C-notes (Uh)

I have never been a zero (Never)

I worked hard to get where I'm at, look at where I'm at

That's a bet, if I lose the bet, I'ma bet it back

My favorite plastic bag got some drugs in it

(Drugs in it, drugs in it)

And, yeah, I got a heart but ain't no love in it

(Love in it, ain't no love it)

Pop Music lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Moneybagg Yo & BeatKing)

Excuse me, Sonny, do you know where I can find some booty?

Why your face so ugly?

[BeatKing:]

Hol' up, bitch, hey

Bad as hell and she thick

Pop that pussy like a clip

She in school, but she strip

Use two hands when she eat the dick

I'm tryna hit a whole clique

Head down, ass up

When she pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it

If you a bad bitch, pop that pussy on yo' partner

[2 Chainz:]

Pop it, pop that shit

Make that nigga buy you somethin', then say you bought that shit

Say you stand up on the button when I found the plug

Not all that pokin' out, everybody want a hug

She told her friend, "Friend, recall me where I pop my shit"

Friend said, "Okay, friend, make that money, bitch"

Lashes, nose and wig done, all of that ain't been some

Diamond watch, diamond choker, diamond buy her eardrums

[BeatKing:]

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it

If you a bad bitch, pop that pussy on yo' partner

[Moneybagg Yo:]

Drop it for me than pop it on me

I'm big bad Mr. Money, want profit only

Say she just like dance, but as she twerkin', she a stripper lowkey

I can barely walk my knees, we could get some head for more lead

Won't go lie where I hustle in, but get naked in her close friends

See her backside from the front and caught some ego, pussy ocean

Gimme sloppy toppy, you might get a watch from wifey

Put you in a Benz or somethin', take you out in the jalopy

[BeatKing:]

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it

If you a bad bitch, pop that pussy on yo' partner

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it

If you a bad bitch, pop that pussy on yo' partner

Kingpen Ghostwriter lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Baby)

This shit hard buddah

I'm finna put that motherfucking heroin flow on this motherfucker though

Toni

Money comin', comin' in a hurry niggas on the run eatin' like nori

Sound like a kingpin but writing for me got my first plug out in California

Yeah yeah, pesos stack, yeah yeah, Dior hat, yeah yeah

Opp got whacked, yeah yeah, ain't had nothing to do with that, yeah

My fleet orange and black, yeah, I'm concrete on tap, yeah

Water on the neck, ain't tap, yeah

I go around with my strap, yeah

VVS's, she got her bust down, she bust it down like she naked

In the trap, it hot, told her, "Come and dance"

Didn't have no AC on, all we had was OnlyFans

Pinky ring, summer limousine, uh huh

Got the Maybach truck

Bought the Maybach car a partner

Ya ain't seen what I done seen, these gleezys cost at least a G

Gangsta music like Eazy-E

When it come to trappin', I'm 23

Moon walkin' like "Billie Jean"

My pistol boss, my kitchen clean

Everything got cut throat like a razor blade and amphetamine

Money comin', comin' in a hurry niggas on the run eatin' like nori

Sound like a kingpin but writing for me got my first plug out in California

Yeah yeah, pesos stack, yeah yeah, Dior hat, yeah yeah

Opp got whacked, yeah yeah, ain't had nothing to do with that, yeah

Gucci shorts and Gucci socks are showin'

I hit Derrick for a box of ones

Hit Allure, let the thots have fun

He acting like me, that is not my son

He might be the two but he is not the one

This shit that I do, it is not for fun

Everybody gon' go, you is not the car

Rockin' ice like I'm tryna get a knot on my arm

We got sticks in this bitch, we don't got no alarm

When the heat didn't work, we used the stove to get warm

My lil nigga down bad, he supposed to be home

Fuck around for too long, I'm supposed to be gone

Let them folks do you wrong, you supposed to be strong

If I had to, I still could go and post in my zone

I got some houses to trap out, I got a ho house to stay at

Too hard, you know how I play it

I don't gotta tell 'em, they know what I'm sayin'

5 mill in blue, let them know I ain't playin'

Back in the 'Bach gettin' head while I lay there

You wanna fuck with a nigga, just say that

McLaren fast, it belong on the race track

None of that bullshit, you know I ain't play that

I had to clean up, who come through and spray that?

Money comin', comin' in a hurry niggas on the run eatin' like nori

Sound like a kingpin but writing for me got my first plug out in California

Yeah yeah, pesos stack, yeah yeah, Dior hat, yeah yeah

Opp got whacked, yeah yeah, ain't had nothing to do with that

Outstanding lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Roddy Ricch)

[2 Chainz:]

30 dirty burners

30 dirty burners

Switched it up the hard and got 30, 40 pointers

House was on the corner, ya'll was in the street

In the field nigga I need cleats

[Roddy Ricch:]

30 bitches in the living room dancing

We be parking lot pimpin at the mansion

I done got it out the mud like the sandman

She said she love my lifestyle its outstanding

Gotta go get me a rari, mhmm

"You hire a bitch to perform in?" Mhmm

I had to go trap in the morning, mhmm

"Seen that man I'm tourin?" mhm

[2 Chainz:]

That face so good from the back ima take it out and bite that booty

Shawty got a watch ring and a chain yea she piped up too

I caught her throwin 1s in the strip club payin taxes

First rapper do a Versace deal, chain reaction, mhmm

Soulja boy ain't do that, mhmm

30 bitches on Percocets and a good pack, mhmm

She got good head and bad intentions

Italian drip on me like salad dressing

My ring big like

Its going down like aspen

[Roddy Ricch:]

30 bitches in the living room dancing

We be parking lot pimpin at the mansion

I done got it out the mud like the sandman

She said she love my lifestyle its outstanding

Gotta go get me a rari, mhmm

"You hire a bitch to perform in Mhmm

I had to go trap in the morning, mhmm

"Seen that man I'm tourin" mhm

[2 Chainz:]

I'm a step all night and rap

Got a xaney just to get back

Flight attendant look like a snack she keep asking me if I want snacks

It's a long way from the trap, mhmm

You don't see that

Caterax, mhmm got my seat back

I might fly over your crib and take a shit, uh oh

Switch the vehicle, put her out and make her go pick the door,

Hit the door

Pimpin on pimpin simpin on interval?

Spiritual thank God he didn't let me fuck with silly hoes

Roddy

[Roddy Ricch:]

30 bitches in the living room dancing

We be parking lot pimpin at the mansion

I done got it out the mud like the sandman

She said she love my lifestyle its outstanding

Gotta go get me a rari, mhmm

"You hire a bitch to perform in" Mhmm

I had to go trap in the morning, mhmm

"Seen that man I'm tourin" mhm

Neighbors Know My Name lyrics - 2 Chainz

6 in the morning, police at my door

Fresh red bottoms across the bathroom floor

Party last night with a couple of hoes

I had some niggas doing molly and some bitches doing coke

I bet the neighbors know my name, they call me "oh fuck, oh shit"

From my hotel suite you see the ocean, ocean

Put her on the forty-two, I had her posin', posin'

I'ma leave the door unlocked in case her close friend walk in

Oh, she a baddie, baddie, and she got a fatty, fatty

And she call me Daddy, she don't even call her daddy Daddy

You know I bought her a Cuban link and a bracelet that match it

That's right I'm rich and rachet, she got a fat transfer, no plastic

Whatever necessary, got more heart than February

Maybach so big it came with an office where the secretary?

I had that act up in my cup, same color elderberry

I'm known to hit the right spot, I know the neighbors hear it

I bet the neighbors know my name, they call me "oh fuck, oh shit"

From my hotel suite you see the ocean, ocean

Put her on the forty-two, I had her posin', posin'

I'ma leave the door unlocked in case her close friend walk in

Yeah

Million Dollars Worth Of Game lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. 42 Dugg)

[2 Chainz:]

Ton'

And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it

Yeah

Yeah

[42 Dugg, 2 Chainz {Both}:]

Bitch, who? Maybach truck and the coupe

Only time I'm goin' back and forth is for the juice

Feds still got me in court, shit crazy

Only time I let a bitch record when I'm writin'

And I'm famous, but {can't shit change me, nigga}

[2 Chainz:]

A million dollars worth of game, these niggas

I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics

Courtside watchin' the Hawks play the Pistons

Okay, money on my nightstand, jewelry on my nightstand

After market extendo, I pray it don't jam

They say it's on sight, then I guess it's on sight then

First couple of shows, the F&N was hype man

Way before the PJ I had a flight plan (Plan)

Goat with me, shake his hand, that's my right hand

A hoe'll fuck your homeboy out of spite, man

We had so much lean the store went out of Sprite and

Y'all don't get it, A on my fitted

Pussy nigga sayin' a bunch of shit they ain't livin'

Back on my pivot, kitchen, water whippin'

All these turkey bags, they thought it was Thanksgiving

Don't make me pull out of me, cash, I ain't trippin'

Long ass nose on the sticks, got it pimpin'

Let me see you shake it one cheek at a time

Double shot with the lime, yeah, your body-

[42 Dugg, 2 Chainz {Both}:]

Bitch, who? Maybach truck and the coupe

Only time I'm goin' back and forth is for the juice

Feds still got me in court, shit crazy

Only time I let a bitch record when I'm writin'

And I'm famous, but {can't shit change me, nigga}

[2 Chainz:]

A million dollars worth of game, these niggas

I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics

Courtside watchin' the Hawks play the Pistons

[42 Dugg:]

Still remember Chief, he was three doors down

I mean How? How you ain't last a year? Look at me now

The reason why that bag in town

I got bricks, no top, sad, everybody won't fit

Forever I'll sag, they don't let a nigga in, nigga

All my bitches got a Benz, nigga

If I can't fuck, don't text me

You ain't gotta like it, but respect it

That FN still my weapon

Ayy, just step back, bitch, before I shoot

Walk a nigga down without tyin' my shit

Let him play crazy, he'll die in this bitch

4s over 5s, and 6s still over 9s

R.I.P. to Rob, now I'm trippin' for the gas

Rolls for the winter, then I'll prolly give it back

Still can't believe a nigga made it off of rap

[42 Dugg, 2 Chainz {Both}:]

Bitch, who? Maybach truck and the coupe

Only time I'm goin' back and forth is for the juice

Feds still got me in court, shit crazy

Only time I let a bitch record when I'm writin'

And I'm famous, but {can't shit change me, nigga}

[2 Chainz:]

A million dollars worth of game, these niggas

I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics

Courtside watchin' the Hawks play the Pistons

Free B.G. lyrics - 2 Chainz

(Butta on the beat, what's poppin'?)

Hot boy

Hot boy

Hot boy talkin' 'bout free B.G.

Hot boy bought some P's off of PPP

Hot boy doin' donuts down the street

Hot boy say the other niggas supposed to bleed

Hot boy got twelve comin' to the spot

Hot boy gonna get somebody shot

Hot boy bought his own weed on the plane

Hot boy gonna spark it up when it land

Hot boy hit another bitch with the scam

Hot boy hit the bitch that say she got a man

Hot boy got her so hot she got a tan

Hot boy keep doin' hot shit and he got fans

Hot boy talkin' 'bout free B.G.

Hot boy bought some P's off of PPP

Hot boy doin' donuts down the street

Hot boy say the other niggas supposed to bleed

Uh, I took my jewelry on vacation

Niggas say they thought I wasn't gonna do some, just be patient

They couldn't steal my car, I parked in front of Central Station

Folks knew I was flashy way before pictures was taken (They knew it)

Ran off on the plug and I was workin' on the 2nd

55/40, I done turned it to a necklace (I did)

Makin' legal money, I put millions on investments

This shit just like gamblin', if I hit it, then I'm flexin'

Hot boy talkin' 'bout free B.G.

Hot boy bought some P's off of PPP

Hot boy doin' donuts down the street

Hot boy say the other niggas supposed to bleed

10 Bracelets lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

(Buddah Bless this beat)

Yeah

More whips then Kunta Kinte

Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape, the block was caliente

Put the boxing gloves on show you how to beat cases

If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it

Arm full of 10 bracelets, I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets

I got a arm full of 10 bracelets, arm filled with 10 bracelets

I got a arm full of 10 bracelets, I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets

Hold up, hold up, she basic money stuffed in briefcases

Oodle beat I creamate it I did the hook Kareem ain't it

Michael mirie jeans and the pussy made me feen lately

I just bought a team nigga rest in peace to fiend nigga

Niggas ain't sippin on drank, sippin listerine nigga

Pockets are 380 but this shit came with a beam nigga

Straight from ATL

World call me 2 Chainz

Own my own restaurant I'on even buy food

Own my own weed I'on even buy gas

Got my own bitch I'on even buy ass

Got the pain on me and I got it in the stash

Bought my shooter neosporin his index finger gotta rash

More whips then Kunta Kenta

Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape, the block was caliente

Put the boxing gloves on show you how to beat cases

If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it

Arm full of 10 bracelets, I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets

I got a arm full of 10 bracelets, arm filled with 10 bracelets

I got a arm full of 10 bracelets, I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets

Switched the plans ship sinking, dead friends Ben Franklin

Pour an extra 4 young nigga man that shit dangerous

Doing the dash while I'm Switchin lanes money what I'm thinkin'

Got different fantasies just spent 60 thousand just for one painting

Money tall now it won't fold up, it was small now its all grown up

Ion like the conversation, fuck relations, hang the phone up

Except for the ones I love I ain't never pick the phone up

Petty pain I found the shine and switched the tone up

This is the life what's good don't reimburse me

I be givin' everything back that she gave then left me hurtin'

And I know it ain't right, everything certain

Just like everything jump in the Maybach close the curtains

More whips then kunta Kinte

Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape, the block was caliente

Put the boxing gloves on show you how to beat cases

If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it

Arm full of 10 bracelets, I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets

I got a arm full of 10 bracelets, arm filled with 10 bracelets

I got a arm full of 10 bracelets, I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets

Lost Kings lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Durk & Sleepy Rose)

And I'm like, how the hell a nigga pose to breathe

If all they do is kill off all the kings?

Every other night a different murder scene

Every other night a different murder scene

And I got a full vision

Tryna see my son grow up and I can't chose different

Every night dream about me killing, it was too vicious?

I feel like how the hell a nigga suppose to breathe

If all they do is kill off all the kings?

I been thinkin like a trapper since the pacifier in the mix like Jambalya

When I was thirty-eight, I'll 45 ya, yeah mortify ya

More money I make more stuff I buy

Troup died at the Chevron, big rock beside him

Wham died tryna to help his sister from domestic violence

Stayed by the airport, all I heard were planes and sirens

My DNA despise a coward

I'm black, rich, and educated so I got the power

I think like a king act like a king

When you was on a trampoline I was on a triple beam

Promethazine with my pinky ring

Yeah, team blowin' up like creatine, yeah

Queen swear I'ma protect myself if you don't mean well

And I'm like, how the hell a nigga pose to breathe

If all they do is kill off all the kings?

Every other night a different murder scene

Every other night a different murder scene

And I got a full vision

Tryna see my son grow up and I can't chose different

Every night dream about me killing, it was too vicious

I feel like how the hell a nigga suppose to breathe

If all they do is kill off all the kings?

I'm a king now

Niggas playin spot em got 'em hand that 40 on my Levi's

And on the street side

You wasn't out there on them corners with them shortys tryna get back

We was raised from all them different rappers, they just claiming shit

You ain't lose nobody from your block, you just be naming shit

Niggas get out they body like I won't shoot 'em, I hate this famous shit

And I'm from that block your homie'll kill ya, that's that dangerous shit

The way he dressing up the opp block he a stylist

I hate talkin' to my dog on a tablet

Gave 'em my last 800 off of 1000

That was my mans but he traded, he a coward

And I'm like, how the hell a nigga pose to breathe

If all they do is kill off all the kings?

Every other night a different murder scene

Every other night a different murder scene

And I got a full vision

Tryna see my son grow up and I can't chose different

Every night dream about me killing, it was too vicious

I feel like how the hell a nigga suppose to breathe

If all they do is kill off all the kings?

Caymans lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Swae Lee)

Just gave a hundred dollars to the water boy, keep it straight up and down like corduroy

The forty got a thirty and it's paranoid, if I ain't have no bags to sell I'd be unemployed

You know I smoke a lot for the pain, bitch, money talk, yeah, I speak the language

If you fuck with me, gonna sang this

How you gon' be broke and famous?

They tell you be safe, stay dangerous

They'll swap ya life out for payments

My homie just skipped his arraignment

The last pic he posted looked like the Caymans

Okay, sipping slow, had her climbing shit on her tippy toes

Lick it slow, I'ma cash you out, baby, give and go

Lumenin, I can see the light when the blinds close

From the trench I can smell a snitch, nigga blindfold

Walk in the spot and I think I smell rhinestones

You got a fake chain, cool you can't have five on

This a no fly zone, somebody turn the lights on

You know I smoke a lot for the pain, bitch, money talk, yeah, I speak the language

If you fuck with me, gonna sang this

How you gon' be broke and famous?

You know I smoke a lot for the pain, bitch, money talk, yeah, I speak the language

If you fuck with me, gonna sang this

How you gon' be broke and famous?

Broken-hearted but you got paper now, I guess you still broke and famous

I told you don't get caught up with the wrong niggas, it's your life you gotta do what you do

I love to bust it down in the Caymans, body like that make me stay in

Dollar signs talk to me sign language

I can't lie to you and I hate it, you know I sip just to pain kill

Double cup, same meal for my brain cells, what we do baby, this is grown business

You interfering, running up the phone bill

You know I smoke a lot for the pain, bitch, money talk, yeah, I speak the language

If you fuck with me, gonna sang this

How you gon' be broke and famous?

You know I smoke a lot for the pain, bitch, money talk, yeah, I speak the language

If you fuck with me, gonna sang this

How you gon' be broke and famous?

How you gon' be broke and famous?

How you gon' be broke and famous?

Now you know me, check this out, I ain't tryna, tryna talk down on nobody

You know, that's not what I'm here for you know, I been poor before

Basically what I'm saying though, if you got something that people wanna see, wanna be a part of

You need to use that to take care of you and yours, can't be out here struggling

Vlad TV lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Stove God Cooks, Symba & Major Myjah)

I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV, he told on himself

Bought bricks, bought pounds and we learned that dope ain't gon' sell itself

That a dope ain't gon' sell itself

Got a key, gotta P, better believe it, dope ain't gon' sell itself

Coming from the block we from, nigga, dope ain't gon' sell itself

Dirty kitchens, thirty six, residue on dishes, loaded rent on missions

Hyundai Genesis with the door panel stuff, we back to business

Even took the dashboard off to hit some chickens

Two up on both sides like I was Richard Nixon, bitch, I'm different

If they ask you 'bout me, tell em that's just stove talk, I'm realistic

Big shit, you think he really got enough money to lay on? (No)

Rolls Royce séance, woke up in the ghost all from the store run

Bobby Flay on niggas

I might auction off the scale I use to put the yay on

They wanna dim my light but that shit stay on, tell that nigga play on

Tell my young boy, hop out turn that AK on

Feel like you got hit by Julius

Say are they like God, you on your way and I'm like on my way?

You ever had so many you can't weigh 'em?

Don't even say none

I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV, he told on himself

Bought bricks, bought pounds and we learned that dope ain't gon' sell itself

Coming from the block we from, nigga, dope ain't gon' sell itself

I watched my cause drop out of USF to be like BMF

Set up a kitchen set in Grandma basement and started whippin' wet

Granny askin', "What's that smell?" It's soap, I been on CBS

Dog food, Granny, I got my pedigree from DMX

Rough ridin', tellin' lies, they feenin' for a kiss of death

A brick ain't gon' grow legs and arms and learn how to sell itself

A pack ain't gon' go book a flight and learn how to mail itself

So what the fuck you niggas gon' do to get this shit off the shelf?

Yeah, when you get a pack, break 'em in zones

Sixteen in each one, if you sell eight for five, that's eight above

If weed don't work, it's always blow, Percs and Xans if they don't smoke

Heroin broke down to O's, the code word is HBO

Niggas watch some power move a little powder and think they ghost, nigga

I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV, he told on himself

Bought bricks, bought pounds and we learned that dope ain't gon' sell itself

Coming from the block we from, nigga, dope ain't gon' sell itself

Here a pot, there a pot, everywhere a pot, pot

Arm and Hammer, no knock warren then mug shot

I'ma get out the next morning, bond put up

Coke, yeah, I used to move that bitch like Luda

Yeah, the Jays take a hit Zab Judah

Spin the protools, left residue on the computer

I 'member whippin' in the microwave was futuristic

Store runs for the rubber bands, I truly miss it

Yeah, the fiends were my Onlyfans

My stash spot was a all purple Crown Royal bag

The .44 bulldog Georgetown hoya fan

The Draco a sign a nigga like an autograph

I stash trees by my balls like ornaments

Let 'em know I'm 'bout to win this motherfuckin' tournament

They givin' away a gold fork for the winner

Gold money machine, Beamer and a blender

I was standing on the block playing center

I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV, he told on himself

Bought bricks, bought pounds and we learned that dope don't ain't gon' sell itself

That a dope ain't gon' sell itself

Got a key, gotta P, better believe it, dope ain't gon' sell itself

Coming from the block we from, nigga, dope ain't gon' sell itself

If You Want Me To lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Jacquees)

I can talk nasty if you want me to (If you want me to)

I can get nasty if you want me to (If you want me to)

I can get crazy if you want me to (If you want me to)

When you get crazy, I like it too (Yes, I like it too)

I'm back from grievin', don't ask no reason

Your past repeatin', you trade cash for breathin', now your ass is even

Ridin' high through Zone 3, I rolled past Four Seasons (Ah yeah)

Go to the drive in 'fore the movie start, then you know I'm gon' dive in (Mmm-mmm)

Take my shoes off and shawty gon' chew me, talkin' like Trident (Mmm-mmm)

You can take a look in my eyes, you can tell I'm high, fuck Visine (Mmm-mmm)

Got one hand on her neck, got a finger on her pussy, and a thumb in her crack

I can talk nasty if you want me to (Nasty)

I can get nasty if you want me to (Nasty)

I can get crazy if you want me to (Real crazy, bae)

When you get crazy I like it too (Yeah, I like it too)

Numb me with novacaine, no, nothin' was the same

Young niggas walk around like they some Purple Rain

Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Small money, big name

Yeah, you getting to the money but hoes say you been lame

Finger in pussy, I smoke a dooby and switch lanes

Hair Weave Killer, I had to pay for her new braids

Phrase of the day, "Get money, don't hate"

You got the same twenty-four hours I got, why wait?

She wanna go on a date, so I took her to Cabo

Put designer on her pancho, pussy, no drugs on nostrils

See this shit is colossal, like the ass on my bitch

Slap that ass too hard, I might fracture my wrist

(I can talk nasty) I can talk nasty if you want me to

I can get nasty if you want me to (So nasty, yeah)

I can get crazy if you want me to (How crazy do you want it?)

When you get crazy I like it too

(Jacquees sang, yeah, yeah)

Hit it from the back, then side stroke (Side stroke)

Hands on ya neck, no blind fold (No blindfolds)

Hit the pussy hard like five times (Like five times)

Spin on it, spit on it, lick on it

I'm 'bout to fuck 'round and leave a lil' tip on it

So Help Me God! (2020)

 

• Lambo Wrist
• Grey Area
• Save Me
• Money Maker
• Can't Go For That
• Feel A Way
• Quarantine Thick
• Ziploc
• Free Lighter
• Toni
• Southside Hov
• Vampire
• YRB
• Wait For You To Die
• 55 Times

Lambo Wrist lyrics - 2 Chainz

Respect it!

From the tipper

Jefe shit

And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it

2 Chainz

I'm with whatever you with

You ain't the only one out here getting rich

You ain't the only one that got young niggas you can go pay to do dumb shit (Toni)

Hold up (Roll up, ba), tell 'em roll up (Roll up, hold up)

I'm in a Rolls Royce (I'm in), got 'bout 4 em (4 em)

I got baguettes, on my forearm (Forearm, forearm)

Aren't we living no stress (Aren't we living no stress)

Park the Lambo on my bezel (Park the lambo)

Cuban Link lay on my dresser (Yeah)

My pockets fat, yours anorexic (Facts)

Spent a foreign car all on my necklace

See me shining from the other section

I done put a Lambo on my wrist (Yeah)

I done put a Lambo on my wrist (Huh)

I done put a Lambo on my wrist

Done got rich, don't give no shit

I done put a Lambo on my wrist (Yeah)

I done put a Lambo on my wrist (Ayy)

I done put a Lambo on my wrist (Uh)

Done got rich, don't give no shit (Done right)

350 cash (Fo' sho), didn't even do the dash (Pew)

Room full of bosses, nigga (Boom), you looking like staff (You)

I'm on a war path (Fye), I go homicidal on the beat (Beat)

Lil' bitch you ain't nothing to me, my partner spin your block like Uber Eats (Ga-ga-ga-ga, brr)

I done put a Lambo on my wrist (ayy)

Stand on this pound, I be 6'8

Keep the fire on me like big hate

Might buy your building, I hope your rent paid

Millionaire frames (Millionaire frames)

Championship rings (Championship rings)

No, I can't sing (What you finna do?)

But I got more hits than the Braves, yeah (Toni)

I done put a Lambo on my wrist (Yeah)

I done put a Lambo on my wrist (Huh)

I done put a Lambo on my wrist

Done got rich, don't give no shit (Yeah)

I done put a Lambo on my wrist (Yeah)

I done put a Lambo on my wrist (Ayy)

I done put a Lambo on my wrist (Uh)

Done got rich, don't give no shit

Chatting and chairs moving

Gavel

Grey Area lyrics - 2 Chainz

Jay The Great, Bass Kickin Like A Body In Da Trunk

Toni

Aw man, aw

Ooh, wow

I just sat up on the stand, told a lie straight to the honor

Old enough to be your Daddy, young enough to fuck your Mama

All this shit that I have done, I can not believe in karma (Yeah)

Old enough to be your Daddy, young enough to fuck your Mama (Boom, boom, boom!)

Young enough to fuck your sister, young enough to fuck your auntie

I ain't messing with your Grannie, I just juuged her out them Xannies (True!)

I'm a beast, I'm a dog, y'all don't motherfucking at it

Nigga, tell 'em pull em up, drop the motherfucking addy

Take my shot just like Marcus Camby, I'm so hot they fannin'

I got mills out of Def Jam, I got mills out Atlantic

Niggas know (Yeah), my flow like my crib, this shit full of Grammies

Strip club clothes, get her OnlyFans, lil' bitch don't you panic

Got a yard that's so damn big I ordered 30 hammocks (Got it)

Niggas claimed they got a tool but never used the hammer

Gonna set the standard, I done repped Atlanta, slept in a cabana

Dolce & Gabbana, Louis V bandana (Do it)

I just sat up on the stand, told a lie straight to the honor

Old enough to be your Daddy, young enough to fuck your Mama

All this shit that I have done, I can not believe in karma (Yeah)

Old enough to be your Daddy, young enough to fuck your Mama (Boom, boom, boom!)

Young enough to fuck your sister, young enough to fuck your auntie

I ain't messing with your Grannie, I just juuged her out them Xannies (True!)

I'm a beast, I'm a dog, y'all don't motherfucking at it

Nigga, tell 'em pull em up, drop the motherfucking addy

Old enough to son you niggas, young enough to fuck your ex

Old enough to be your landlord and sign your fucking checks

I take care of IRS, excuse me, sir, am I arrested?

Fell in love with VVS, my cuz a blood, PMS (Boom!)

Oh you thick? Oh you sexy? What you doing later, go and text me

Got my heart on Wayne Gretzky, you don't fuck with me and that's a blessing

I smoke weed out the plants, I sold and rapped about this shit (Yeah)

Put her on track, had her runnin laps 'round this dick (Ooh)

I just sat up on the stand, told a lie straight to the honor

Old enough to be your Daddy, young enough to fuck your Mama

All this shit that I have done, I can not believe in karma (Yeah)

Old enough to be your Daddy, young enough to fuck your Mama (Boom, boom, boom!)

Young enough to fuck your sister, young enough to fuck your auntie

I ain't messing with your Grannie, I just juuged her out them Xannies (True!)

I'm a beast, I'm a dog, y'all don't motherfucking at it

Nigga, tell 'em pull em up, drop the motherfucking addy

I done set the standard, I been repped Atlanta

Rep-rep-rep Atlanta

Step-step-step the standards

I done rep'd Atlanta, slept in a cabana

Set the standard, I been repped Atlanta

Rep-rep-rep Atlanta

Step-step-step the standards

I done repped Atlanta, slept in a cabana

Save Me lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

Yeah, we don't wanna do anything to scare the children

That's the last thing we wanna do

We don't wanna scare anybody

You are my, my eve—, my everything

It's so hard to choose, but somehow, I chose you

I love you

Sho' 'nuff, sho' 'nuff, sho' 'nuff

Baby, you are my everything

[2 Chainz:]

Yeah, when people ask me for some money, I tell 'em get in line (Line)

Another funeral, I done paid for all my niggas dying

I got that PTSD syndrome so all I hear is sirens

I text my nigga but I guess he ain't, he ain't replyin'

Smile in your face, and when you turn your back, they stab your spine

I wear shades and carry sticks like I'm legally blind

A tall nigga in the coupe, so I'm easy to find

She want Versace so I flew her straight out to Milan

It ain't no cappin' in my rap, you know you pussy need a peppin'

From the Southside, off Old Nat, I'm in my bag, I gotta say

Grown niggas get upset if I don't give 'em no money

But you ain't do nothin' to them niggas when they slid on your homies

I ain't savin' nobody unless she's here to stay

You know the thighs match the ass, ass match the waist (Woo)

You know the tires match the rims, rims match the Wraith (Yeah)

And if she loyal, then she spoiled, nigga, that's my babe

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again {2 Chainz}:]

Oh yeah, you saved me from myself

I don't need nobody else (Nobody else, {you saved me})

You saved me from myself

I don't need nobody else (Oh, come on, {you saved me})

You saved me from myself

I don't need nobody else (Nobody else, {you saved me})

You saved me from myself

I don't need nobody else (Oh, come on now)

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

Now let me tell you 'bout that youngin' who fresh outta prison (Out of prison)

Say he misguided, he be wildin', he just want attention (He want attention)

That nation business, I stand tall, so when you talk, I listen (I listen)

Then money talk, so I'm just hopin' I'm the one they mention (The one they mention)

Upgraded my swag, I walk on stage and still got case suspended (Case suspended, uh)

Roll with some hitters out Savannah, bangin' Rollin 60's (Neighborhood)

Look, my lil' niggas tote that hammer, no such thing as missin' (Bom-bah)

And plus, I'm fresh up out that slammer, I go hard, no quittin'

I bought that work, don't need no clout (Don't need no clout)

Bandana wrapped 'round that Glock, I'm posted on the block (I'm on the block)

Can't love nobody if I don't love myself, put all my feelings on the shelf

And I just need my niggas, I feel I don't need nobody else

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again {2 Chainz}:]

Oh yeah, you saved me from myself

I don't need nobody else (Nobody else, {you saved me})

You saved me from myself

I don't need nobody else (Oh, come on, {you saved me})

You saved me from myself

I don't need nobody else (Nobody else, {you saved me})

You saved me from myself

I don't need nobody else (Oh, come on now)

[2 Chainz {YoungBoy Never Broke Again}:]

It's so hard to choose, but somehow, I chose you

(Go, go, go, go, go, go, go)

I love you

Sho' 'nuff, sho' 'nuff, sho' 'nuff

Baby, you are my everything

Respect it

It's so hard to choose, but somehow, I chose you

I love you

{Oh, yeah}

Money Maker lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)

[2 Chainz:]

(I've been, just goin' crazy)

Southern University

(What's up with y'all?)

Alabama State

(Yeah, we back, I'm back)

FAMU

(Shit, you know)

Clark Atlanta

(It feel good to be back)

Uh

Now shake your money-maker

Don't let that money make ya

I shake that money-maker (Uh)

Don't let that money make ya

Oh, shake your money-maker (Yeah)

Don't let that money make ya

Oh, shake that money-maker (Tony)

Don't let that money make ya, baby

(Let's go)

Yeah, now shake that money-maker (Money)

Don't let that money make ya

You know I come to date you, and I'll accommodate ya

I'll make you cum, I ate you, I know your home lately

I turn your curly hair into that bone straightener

I make you moan, baby (Moan)

It feel right, don't it? I know I'm wrong, baby (Wrong)

That pheromone fragrance, can't miss no car payments (No)

I kiss her earlobe, like, "What you doin' later?" ("What you doin'?")

The Birkin alligator, them lames agitate her

I'm talkin' natural beauty, no make-up applicator (No need)

She say I killed the pussy (Kill it), I seen the affidavit

She blew my cap off (Blew it) like I had graduated (Tell 'em)

The roof decapitated, the booth contaminated (Damn)

Ayy, check my face card, I bet it's laminated (True)

My jewelry carbonated, my yard a hundred acres (A hunnid)

I'd like to nominate you to roll my dice in Vegas

[2 Chainz (Lil Wayne):]

(Yeah) Now shake your money-maker

Don't let that money make ya

I shake that money-maker (Uh)

Don't let that money make ya (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Oh, shake your money-maker (Yeah)

Don't let that money make ya

Oh, shake your money-maker (Collegrove)

Don't let that money make ya, baby (Collegrove)

(Let's go)

[Lil Wayne:]

(Yeah)

You can have a piece of my love

Collegrove

I's waiting for you

Collegrove

Girl, it's true

Uh, yeah, uh

I don't do cap (No), I don't do cap (No)

I don't do yap (Yeah), I make it hap' (Yeah)

I don't wan' rap (Yeah), I just wan' tap

Bitch, make it clap, blapp-blapp-blapp-blapp

Work that ass back, back-back-back-back

And now that ass fat, it used to be flat

What happened to that? Then she made it blatt

She say, "How it feel?" I say, "It feel like facts"

Then she start twerkin' (Yeah), this life a circus

You can ask Barnum, you can ask Bailey (Woah)

We don't need love, we just need favors

Put that on repeat and don't change the station (Woah)

Daddy ain't cheap, and mama ain't basic

And mama agree that daddy the greatest

And all I could see is ass-ass, ass-ass-ass, I'm in the matrix

This dick a tummy acher (Yeah), this dick a jumper cable (Uh)

Girl, let my tongue invade you, then let that cum escape you (Yeah)

Shake that money-maker, shake it lemon pepper

Like a salt shaker, give me high blood pressure, yeah (Woah)

[2 Chainz (Lil Wayne):]

Now shake your money-maker (Shake that money-maker)

Don't let that money make ya (Don't let that money make ya)

Now shake that money-maker (Now shake that money-maker)

Don't let the money make ya (Don't let that money make ya)

Oh, shake your money-maker (Shake your money-maker)

Shoutout to all the HBCUs out there

Don't let that money make ya (Don't let that money)

Oh, shake your money-maker (Shake that money)

Don't let that money make ya, baby (Don't let that money)

(Let's go, yeah)

You know, A&M, Alcorn, Jackson State (Shake that money)

Grambling, you kno'what I'm sayin', Texas Southern

'Skegee, Morehouse, TSU, Fort Valley

Kno'what I'm sayin', we Black

Can't Go For That lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Lil Duval)

[Hall & Oates (2 Chainz):]

Easy ready willing overtime (Turn that light down for me)

When does it stop, where do you dare me to draw the line?

You got the body now you want my soul (Light that burner, Number 9, Camel)

Don't even think about it, say no go, yeah, ayy

(Yeah)

(We vibin' now)

(Back and back and forth, forth)

(Back and back and forth, forth)

We vibin' now

Back and back and forth, forth

Back and back and forth, forth

[2 Chainz:]

Doin' such a good job, I pat myself on the back

Flight confirmation, I cash through the app

Ain't nobody robbin' me, I answer doors with a strap

Anywhere I go, I put Southside on the map

Shawty said she love me, I said, "I love me back" (Back)

Try to cuss me out, I ain't goin' for that (Bitch)

A nigga said he want my plugs so they can order the packs

But I'm addicted to the trap, you never know I relapse so

[Hall & Oates (2 Chainz):]

I can't go for that, no, no (Haha)

(No can do, nigga)

I can't go for that, no, no

(No can do, oh)

I can't go for that, no, no

(No can do)

I can't go for that, can't go for that (Not me)

I can't go for that, I can't go for that (Yeah)

[2 Chainz:]

I call your phone, you ain't answer yours

I ain't goin' for the bull like a matador (Hmm)

Text me, if I don't reply quick, you trip (Trip)

I'm Jefe, I'm the highest on the list (List)

Kick it like Judo, the numero uno, yes I'm the highness

My house so far back in the woods that can't nobody find us

A driveway so long that you can run out of gas

Keep askin' me for money, you need to get off your ass

[Hall & Oates, Ty Dolla $ign (Ty Dolla $ign) {2 Chainz}:]

I can't go for that, no, no (No can't do)

{No can do, nigga}

I can't go for that, no, no

{No can do, oh}

I can't go for that, no, no (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

(No can do)

I can't go for that, can't go for that {Not me}

I can't go for that, I can't go for that {Yeah}

[2 Chainz:]

I beat a charge then I bounce back (Oh)

Drop 125 and brought a ounce back (Skrr)

Got the Cognac color on the inside (Inside)

And the Forgiatos covered with the big tires (Big tires)

When your friend come make sure she keep quiet (Shh)

Or the next time I see her I'll be senile (Ooh)

Look around like this must be a mixup (Mixup)

I can't fuck with you if you gonna switch up (Yeah)

[Hall & Oates, Ty Dolla $ign (Ty Dolla $ign) {2 Chainz}:]

I can't go for that, no, no (No can't do)

{No can do, nigga}

I can't go for that, no, no (I can't go for that)

{No can do, oh}

I can't go for that, no, no (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

No can do (No I can't go for that)

I can't go for that, can't go for that {Not me}

I can't go for that, I can't go for that (Ooh, wee)

I can't go for that, no, no (No can't do)

{No can do, nigga}

I can't go for that, no, no (I can't go for that)

{No can do, oh}

I can't go for that, no, no (No can do)

I can't go for that, I can't go for that

I can't go for that, I can't go for that (Ooh, wee)

Feel A Way lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Kanye West & Brent Faiyaz)

[2 Chainz:]

Okay

Alright

[Brent Faiyaz (2 Chainz):]

A nigga never learned to save

I be ballin' anyway (I be ballin' any)

God don't make no mistakes

God don't make no mistakes (Boom, boom)

A nigga never learned to save

I be ballin' anyway (Yeah, swish)

God don't make no mistakes

This life is give-and-take

[2 Chainz:]

Needed somethin' wavy to get my point across (Yeah)

I work for myself so I guess I work for a boss

Look up at the scoreboard and tell you who took the loss

Aim it at your Adam's apple, turn it to apple sauce

El captain turned Peter's street into a Motorcross (Skrrt)

Last one with Def Jam but I'm still goin' off (I'm still goin' off)

And it ain't about my masters, I've been ownin' mine

Had a white friend mad at me 'cause I know Farrakhan (Boom)

And you know this is a hit, Barry Bonds

And my shawty gonna ride me like a Peloton (Ride)

Sophomore year I sold more crack than a windshield (Shit)

Dunk contest, jump over Lam' and did a windmill (Jump)

They ask me how I feel, I told 'em, "Never better" (Better)

Smokin' on opp, I roll more L's than Peli Peli

I stay fly, yes I'm fly, land on Mike Pence

I do some stupid shit, don't let 'em dawg me like Mike Vick

[Brent Faiyaz (2 Chainz):]

A nigga never learned to save (Yeah, uh)

I be ballin' anyway (I be ballin' anyway)

God don't make no mistakes (Respect it)

This life is give-and-take (Boom, boom)

(Southside)

[Kanye West {2 Chainz} *Both*:]

Don't let 'em make you feel a way

Could've freed more

If they only knew that they was slaves (Slaves, slaves, slaves)

Man, we gotta get away

Man, your boy done caught a wave

You should hear the way I say *Southside*

{Talk, talk, talk to them people}

Man, y'all don't even know the language

{Man, I ain't finna do no lame shit}

{This a yacht and that's a long way from a slave ship}

How they control our mind? {Mind}

How they control us though? {What?}

How they get us so, what? So emotional?

{You think you Nat Turner, what you want the folks to know?}

When Larry Jackson called, they let Frank Ocean go

Middle name Mandela {Me and momma sold dope together}

I can't hear you, Helen Keller {Since fifteen, I've been a felon}

{A felon can vote, spread the message, exhale accapella}

I still throw my diamond up, {oh you still reppin'} *Roc-A-Fella?*

Me and Dame in the studio, diamond up {What up Dame?}

Me and Biggs in the studio, time is up {What up Biggs?}

Woo, and I bet they feel a way

Thirteen thousand acres, I don't know where to stay *Southside*

[Brent Faiyaz (2 Chainz):]

A nigga never learned to save (Yeah, uh)

I be ballin' anyway (I be ballin' any)

God don't make no mistakes (Respect it)

God don't make no mistakes (Boom, boom)

A nigga never learned to save (Yeah, uh)

I be ballin' anyway (I be ballin' anyway)

God don't make no mistakes

This life is give-and-take (Boom, boom)

(Southside)

MWA Music

Quarantine Thick lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Mulatto)

Lan, this beat so crazy

[2 Chainz:]

Okay, my day was amazin', her booty shots graze me

She said, "All the gyms closed", so she been feelin' lazy

She been late night snackin', but shawty still my baby (Pop, poppin', chill)

Several watches later, I still rock a Rollie (Rock a Rollie)

I'm prayin' for the dead, I'm prayin' for my homies (Rest in peace)

I sleep by a scale and everybody know it (Know it)

I hate it when a pretty girl start snorin' (Stop that shit)

Lookin' in the mirror like, "You a lucky man" (Lucky man)

How you gon' forget you spent a hunnid grand? (Spend that shit)

Life must be good, it must be great as fuck (Great as fuck)

I'm from where a nut'll cost you eighty bucks (Southside)

Mask on in the club, I make 'em rake it up (Rake it up)

He came outside, he thought mosquitoes ate him up (Grrah, grrah)

This is for A-Town, make 'em take a bow (Take a bow)

Can't fuck with you bitches, used to date a clown (Date a clown)

Yeah, I want my cake and wanna eat it too, spend it too

I get what you get just for an interlude (A interview?)

I might cop a yacht just to post a pic (Poppin' champ')

Sleepers spin your block 'til he get motion sickness (Rrahh)

Nigga, cocaine with my co-defendant (True)

I had that pussy pissin' once I hit that kidney (Hit it, hit it, uh)

[2 Chainz {Mulatto} *Both*:]

She been quarantine, now lil' shawty thick (Thick, thick)

She been quarantine, now lil' shawty thick (Thick ain't ya? Woo)

She been quarantine, now lil' shawty hips wider (Wider)

Got my right hand on the Draco like a Bible (Ayy, ayy, hand to God)

Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it fast (Shake it fast)

No matter what you do, don't let 'em judge your past *Fuck the past*

I broke my wrist off in the bowl, I need a cast {Big Latto, skrrt, skrrt}

It ain't no stash if you ain't got nothin' in the stash

[Mulatto {2 Chainz}:]

Quarantine thick, he tryna get me lipo (Ooh)

Pussy Holy water, put that on the Bible (Ooh)

I might hit your nigga and run, bitch, you gon' need GEICO (Doo-doo, doo-doo)

Rap bitch but when he hit it, I might hit that high note (Oh)

Clayco raised me (Hmm), fuck that, Clayco made me

Bitch, you ain't gon' shoot shit if you ride with it on safety

Got your favorite rapper in my DMs tryna taste me (On God)

But I got my own bands, so shit like that don't phase me (Straight up)

Big Latto ain't goin' for none of that (No)

No panties on with that sundress (Oh)

Put the pussy right where that tongue at (Ooh)

Yeah, your nigga love that

Big Birkin bag, ho, me and my nigga got

Stop callin' my phone, askin' where your nigga at (What?)

Sonning these bitches, no Similac

Bitches ain't seein' me, cataracts (Oh)

Gotta get the backend 'fore I walk in the black truck, countin' racks (Oh, oh, oh, oh, {yeah, yeah})

[2 Chainz {2 Chainz & Mulatto}:]

She been quarantine, now lil' shawty thick (Thick, thick)

She been quarantine, now lil' shawty thick (Thick ain't ya? Woo)

She been quarantine, now lil' shawty hips wider (Wider)

Got my right hand on the Draco like a Bible (Ayy, ayy, hand to God)

{Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it fast} (Shake it fast)

No matter what you do, don't let 'em judge your past {Fuck the past}

I broke my wrist off in the bowl, I need a cast (Skrrt, skrrt)

It ain't no stash if you ain't got nothin' in the stash

Ziploc lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Kevin Gates)

[2 Chainz:]

Respected!

(Mondo on the beat, what's poppin'?)

Tony, yeah

[2 Chainz {Kevin Gates}:]

Yeah, twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)

{Add an extra gram for the Ziploc} (Ziploc)

Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)

{Graduated, I can make a brick lock}

Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)

{Add an extra gram for the Ziploc} (Ziploc)

Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)

{Graduated, I can make a brick lock} (Tony)

[2 Chainz:]

Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)

Ridin' with my dawgs, that's a pit stop (Pit stop)

Droppin' chicken off, that's a Wingstop (Wingstop)

Show me all my sons out of wedlock, yeah (Ooh)

Got the Draco in the headlock

Tryna dodge a cell block, nigga full of bedrock (Bedrock)

Got the whole look off the catwalk, uh

Got it out the mud, out the asphalt (Asphalt)

Shorty you so fine, have the look in your eyes

With a big ol' booty, it's yo ass fault (Ass fault)

Told a nigga I know your kind, if you came on my side

Would've robbed you with the mask off (Mask off)

Told my young niggas don't crash out (Crash out)

Never let him know where the stash house (Stash house)

Millionaire friends with the blacked-out mirror

With the racks out, make his scale tap out (Tap out)

Turkey bag on top of turkey bags (Turkey bags)

Digit scale on top of digit scale (Digit scale)

Glock .40 on Glock .40 (Baow)

All while I had a record deal (Yeah)

Why a nigga stayed in Riverdale? (True)

Heard them niggas try and kiss and tell (Damn)

Tried to charge nephew with a body

Somebody OD'd on Fentanyl

[2 Chainz {Kevin Gates}:]

Yeah, twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)

{Add an extra gram for the Ziploc} (Ziploc)

Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)

{Graduated, I can make a brick lock}

Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)

{Add an extra gram for the Ziploc} (Ziploc)

Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)

{Graduated, I can make a brick lock} (Tony)

[Kevin Gates:]

Shaking back off a juice fast

Gorilla diet, went vegan

Diamond link chain bling in the coupe fast

Killers flyin' down seekin'

Fifteen spread, two or three bad, losing (Shhh)

Ten grams, tryna jump even

Cooked 'em in Sprite, vanilla extract, still tick

We ain't been speakin'

Plug, I'm really one of them (Yeah)

The nigga you braggin' on, I probably fronted him

Your family put up for collateral

You go to rat & the passenger punish him

Eight million dollars for a metric ton load

Thirty-three M's when you get the clip goin'

Boat hit the dock, it was already sold

Real street nigga with a mouth full of gold (Bah-bah)

If I get arrested, my bail paid (Yeah)

Projects, I stayed by the railway (Yeah)

I stood on the block, then I got me a spot

Now my daughter go shop for Chanel frames (Yeah)

Tracking device on the back of the car

But I'm thuggin', I know how to sell weight (Yeah)

Acquirin' my cut, I'm controllin' the gutter

Bitch, I'm from the slum where they sell H

[2 Chainz {Kevin Gates}:]

Yeah, twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)

{Add an extra gram for the Ziploc} (Ziploc)

Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)

{Graduated, I can make a brick lock}

Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)

{Add an extra gram for the Ziploc} (Ziploc)

Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)

{Graduated, I can make a brick lock} (Tony)

[Desi Banks:]

Let me tell y'all somethin'

Boy these niggas right, boy these niggas really cap

I'll run through the god damn apartment

Beating the block down, I'm talkin' 'bout stupid

Had them fifteens in the muhfucka

That esé said I'm gon' fold, nigga I ain't

Niggas talking 'bout, "Who the fuck that is?

Boy that nigga ain't gettin' money"

I said boy, fuck you boy

I been gettin' money, hell is you doin' boy?

You the lame ass fuck nigga everybody been talking about

Swear you was gettin' money, you are not gettin' money

Yeah, I know your sister, she always callin me, talkin bout

"Where he gettin' money? He really not gettin no money like that"

Yeah, yeah, I really told you the truth

Yeah I been hitting her