Ima Dog lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Skooly)

 [2 Chainz:]

Okay you know that I'm illy, my home is worth a milli'

My flow is bout money, and I still ain't got no ceiling

If I get a deally, it's no big deally

Cause I'ma ride your bitch and I'ma pop a fucking wheelie

Yeah I got flavor, I'm about paper

Doing me daily, that's a mothafucking favor

And I got acres, I never met my neighbors

Got her on the D and I ain't talking 'bout Decatur

This that yellow paper, yeah I'm talking murder

From the South side, where all my niggas server

All my niggas workers, they know how to get it

See I'ma dog, come in your yard and take a shit

[Skooly:]

First I fuck her, then I feed her

I'ma dog her, then I leave her

Off the chain, I'm off the leash

I do my thang, it ain't no secret

I'm the man

Would you believe it?

I do my thang

It ain't no secret

[2 Chainz:]

I'ma dog, I'ma dog, I'ma, I'ma dog

I'ma dog, I'ma dog, I'ma, I'ma ball

I'ma dog, I'ma dog, I'ma, I'ma dog

I'ma dog, I'ma ball, I'ma, I'ma ball

Dreads underneath my skully, name brand on my skully

Two bad bitches ridin' with me, and I'm still tryna fuck they buddies

Still sippin' on that muddy, still tryna get this money

Niggas start tryna fuck with me, niggas gon' leave here dirty

Niggas gon' leave here buried, niggas gon' leave in a hurry

A nigga start tryna fuck with me, a nigga gon' leave here early

I put the work out like recess, big feet on my car, T-Rex

I pull a titty out like eject, might shoot a nigga right in the v-neck

You know that I rock with the DJ's and me and your ho and my ho is on 3-way

I'm killin' these niggas like over and over and over, instant replay

My dog just caught a 30, Might dog a ho out in public

Got 30 rounds in my 223, when I ride with my dog, we thuggin'

[Skooly:]

First I fuck her, then I feed her

I'ma dog her, then I leave her

Off the chain, I'm off the leash

I do my thang, it ain't no secret

I'm the man

Would you believe it?

I do my thang

It ain't no secret

[2 Chainz:]

I'ma dog, I'ma dog, I'ma, I'ma dog

I'ma dog, I'ma dog, I'ma, I'ma ball

I'ma dog, I'ma dog, I'ma, I'ma dog

I'ma dog, I'ma ball, I'ma, I'ma ball

Jump lyrics - 2 Chainz

 Yo.. Jump (jump, jump)

Jump, jump (jump, jump)

Jump (jump, jump)

Jump, jump (jump, jump)

I am so hot, I need a fever reducer

If you don't like me, then you do not like the truth

Jump in the coupe, I just might jump off the roof

I just might land in the bushes, I just might jump out and shoot

Might get your bitch on the poop, then I'ma get with the [?]

This is an FN, it do not take long to shoot

I did this shit with my crew, my favorite number is two

I got two bitches with me, we been kickin' it since two

Wildin' on 22s, ever since I was 22

Shoot your ass up with a .22, they with me and fading 22

Nigga talking bout the get hoes, talking bout they got plenty hoes

Every month I can fuck 20 hoes, and it ain't even that many holes

I'm a beast

I'm a beast in the streets, I'm a beast off the leash, I'm a beast on your bitch

She drinking Sex on the Beach, just to have sex on the beach

I just bought a crib in Florida, just to have sex on the beach

This here ain't nothin' to me, I'm always reppin' the streets

I am so high, you gon' need steps when you steppin' to me

Real as can be, put your hands up if you're feelin' the beat

It's goin' down, we done finally got it right off the ground

Jump (jump, jump)

Jump (jump, jump, jump)

Jump, jump (jump, jump, jump)

Jump, jump (jump, jump, jump)

Hell is you sayin'? I am the man (jump)

Hell is you sayin'? I am the man (jump)

Hell is you sayin'? I am the man (jump)

Coming in here, bitches are singing like [?]

While all you niggas is singing light skinned

But it's too late, uh, sweet like a tooth ache

Pop at your toupee, pull out some deuce

Go to your funeral, take me a bouquet, throw it up like it's hooray

Switch up the beach, switch up the foreign

What is y'all doing, what is you pourin'?

Why is he snorin'?

Why is he tourin', that nigga is borin'

Now why is he tourin'? Now answer that question

Didn't get an answer, so leave me a message

"(Pring!) Um, it Tittie boi, leave your name at the beep (Beep!)"

"Hey bro, this Skater, bro

I really feel lame, bro, leavin' a message, bro

But look, we up here in the studio, bro

These motherfuckers jumpin' (Jump!)

Eyo, like, really pull up bro

A couple niggas up in here, and they gon' run out with the swag, bro – nah for real!"

Hell is you sayin'? I am the man (jump)

Hell is you sayin'? I am the man (jump)

Hell is you sayin'? I am the man (jump)

Hell is you sayin', bitch I'm the man, I'm the man

Bitch, I'm the man, I'm the man

Hell is you sayin', bitch I'm the man, I'm the man

Bitch, I'm the man

Hell is you sayin', bitch I'm the man, I'm the man

Hell is you sayin', bitch I'm the man, I'm the man

Bitch, I'm the man, I'm the man

Kill 'em With Success lyrics - Eearz, ScHoolboy Q, 2 Chainz & Mike WiLL Made-It

 (from "Creed II: The Album" soundtrack)

[Eearz:]

Ayy, ayy

EarDrummers

That slap, they say they want that slap

It's not sold separately, they know I come with that

Hey, what you got?

Hunnids overlappin', that's a wrap

I'm on my level nigga, you better come correct

Kill they ass with success, they won't like that

Kill they ass with success, they won't like that

Kill they ass with success, they won't like that

Kill they ass with success

Ordinary, I am not that

They think I'm blasphemous, tattoos all on the neck

Grew like a crack to me, head first 'fore a check

Gung-ho for a fistful of blue bread

Girl, that ass swole, let me grab a hold and suplex

Go for broke in that pussy 'cause I remember when

Niggas looked over me, now they all wanna recollect

Feel like some' chose me, I'm errythin' you could've been

If you was hustlin'

Post-dramatic, cardiatic

Rollin' back to back at it, damn I'm famished

I'ma need a whole bag of the cabbage

Came straight out that damn clay, like Cassius

Shoulda seen his damn face when I passed him

Lil' boy got big waves, overstandin'

All of y'all blokes piss poor, in the trash

You lookin' at the shit now, take a whiff

These diamonds DTN

That slap, they say they want that slap

It's not sold separately, they know I come with that

Hey, what you got?

[Eearz (ScHoolboy Q):]

Hunnids overlappin', that's a wrap

I'm on my level nigga, you better come correct

Kill they ass with success, they won't like that

Kill they ass with success, they won't like that (woo)

Kill they ass with success, they won't like that

Kill they ass with success (Yo, uh)

[ScHoolboy Q:]

Nostradamus, booked the pilot, land in tropics

Big deposits, saucy dipping, million flipping

One too many, Lambo spinning, skrrt, might crash it

Big boy habits, legend status, label classic

Can't be average, got succes needed more, uh

Made the Forbes needed more, uh

Get the Range, needa floor it, uh

Wasn't there when I was workin' for it, got it big chillin', now you mad, uh

Motivation for the young niggas, get the bag rollin' so it last, uh

Nigga ball like the Mavs, finger-roll from the half

Run the back thru the trap, double time gettin' wack

Seen it all, now I done done it all

Why can't a broke nigga say, "Uh, if was 30+ in the hood, still hell yeah, I'ma hate," uh

VVSs in the face, ay

Beat the case and do the race, uh

This the Porsche, never late, uh

Headin' North to the Ace, uh

Saw my house by the waves, uh

More lead for the bang, uh

My God, need a raise, uh

New check, never change, ay (woo)

[Eearz:]

That's slap, they say they want that slap

It's not sold separately, they know I come with that

Hey, what you got?

[Eearz (2 Chainz):]

Hundreds overlappin', that's a fact

I'm on my level nigga, you better come correct

Kill they ass with success, they won't like that

Kill they ass with success, they won't like that (Yah)

Kill they ass with success, they won't like that

Kill they ass with success (2 Chainz)

[2 Chainz:]

God bless the soldiers (bless), rip the head off a cobra (rip)

Intimidate the camera holder, I can taste the victory

Yeah, I can smell the aroma (smell), hands quicker than Dayton-

Gloves on, no acetone, locked in on my opponent (locked in)

Frontline, yeah, I'm on it

You won't believe how much I want it (well believe)

You won't believe how much I'm focused (well believe)

I put the mind in determine, I put the mind on a journey

That mean you leavin' on a gurney

I'm 'bout to kill 'em with success, somebody call my attorney

Hey, alright

Alright, here doubt don't exist

I will push your tea bag with the Malice like the Clips

Can of ass whoopin', I got gallons of the shit

Love or hate me, you need balance a lil' bit

Tryin' not to be violent like a challenge in itself

When it start goin' right to the left, to the left

People slip, Jesus wept

You a pet, I'm a vet

I'm a threat, where you at?

Rep the set, that's a bet

Kush lyrics - Organized Noize (performed by 2 Chainz & Joi)

 [Joi:]

Three shots in, baby we too live

Record player spinnin' on 45

Minnie Riperton, Funkadelic, and Rush

Kiss me like you mean it then pass the kush

Gonna fuck you later, first pass the kush

Kiss me like you mean it

Three shots in, baby we too live

Record player spinnin' on 45

Minnie Riperton, Funkadelic, and Rush

Kiss me like you mean it, then pass the kush

Gonna fuck you later, first pass the kush

Kiss me like you mean it, then pass the kush

[2 Chainz:]

For my therapy, I roll some celery

Go on a shopping spree, all about monopoly

She looks so good on top of me

Helicopter on my property, propellers properly

I got on a wife that got everybody watching me

My philosophy, I like the no-panty type

If I don't smoke one, I ain't got no appetite

Yo, this art of war, I'm the rap carnivore

Treat the shit like Carnival

Stop playin' with' me, boy

All the shit that I endure

This a suite, that's a room

I'll sleep in a tomb

Flo' clean, no broom

Codeine, no spoon

Drinkin' straight out the bottle

Buy a pint just to gargle

Pockets deep, I need goggles

[Joi:]

Three shots in, baby we too live

Record player spinnin' on 45

Minnie Riperton, Funkadelic, and Rush

Kiss me like you mean it then pass the kush

Gonna fuck you later, first pass the kush

Kiss me like you mean it

Three shots in, baby we too live

Record player spinnin' on 45

Minnie Riperton, Funkadelic, and Rush

Kiss me like you mean it, then pass the kush

Gonna fuck you later, first pass the kush

Kiss me like you mean it, then pass the kush

Sticky sweet flowers, they take me higher like your love

Now twist 'em up and break me off

Now twist 'em up and break me off

Sticky sweet flowers, they take me higher like your love

Now twist 'em up and break me off

Now twist 'em up and break me off

[Backwards:]

Kiss me like you mean it

Kiss me like you mean it

Kiss me like you mean it

Kiss me like you mean it

Gonna fuck you later, first pass the kush

Gonna fuck you later, first pass the kush

Kiss me like you mean it

Kiss me like you mean it

Three shots in, baby we too live

L.A. Leakers - Freestyle #129 lyrics - 2 Chainz

 Let's go

Tony

Check me out

Remember back in school when I was selling NIKs

How you got that Jewellery on, and cannot pay your rent?

BOND NO.9 and kush, It make a aqua-scent

Keep my business low, on the low like dolphin shit

Yeah, I'm from the apartments, whole hood apocalypse

Never been Hollywood, hammer holding hollow-tips

Baby, what's your CashApp?

Just a little sponsorship

Sold so much dope, baking-soda gave a scholarship

Sold so many bags, Ziploc gave me a scholarship

Niggas know Tony rapping like I'm on the Carter VI

All black Prada fit, and I don't have to alter it

Whose back you got?

"I got your back," they start hollering

Thank you NFL, I really appreciate the bag

Son of a gun, I really appreciate my dad

Rest in peace Killa, the work was vanilla

The chocolate, chinchilla

Birthday in September

And if you see me somewhere fighting a gorilla

Don't help me, player

Help the gorilla

I looked in the mirror-like you know you realler

You know you iller, might need penicillin

See, Tony gon' pop it

Tony gon' stop it

[?] time, Tony bought everyone watches

Tony a prophet

Tony obnoxious

Tony got 1s' with the Nikey sign, Ostrich

Tony got mansions

Tony got foreigns

Tony rock Balencies, Tony rock Jordans

And if you ain't freakin', Tony ain't speaking

This sound like Tony featuring The Weeknd

No, I'm just tweaking

Turn up the speaker, just a freestyle that I did for the Leakers

No, I'm just tweaking, turn up the speaker

Album on the way, I did for the Leakers

Dope ain't gon' sell itself

I said that dope ain't gon' sell itself

I said the dope ain't gon' sell itself

I am from the home where the air is greasing [?]

You know I had to rap

Tony

Let's Ride lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

 [2 Chainz:]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I mean, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Got a 35 in my roll paper

Spice One riding east bay gangster

Got fuck up niggas on the west side

Give a nigga to the west ride

Hit a nigga, YG 400

Told the homie Mustard keep it 100

Told Uncle Snoop roll up one

Gave me a badge, you can choke one

Felt it to serve you in my house shoes

They ain't got the Bentley color piru

Nip first name, last name Hu$$le

Kendrick Lamar with lyrical muscle

Dr Dre had the best instrumentals

[?] was my father figure

He had me walking around yelling "no bitch"

And showed me how this rapping make you hella rich, yeah

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's go

If they ask about a nigga they ain't know

Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's go

If they ask about a nigga they ain't know

[2 Chainz:]

Talking Ice Cube with the jeri curl

Used to practice looking hard like my nigga Earl

Screaming fuck the world like my nigga Pac

Rappin' 4-tay, Sir Mix Alot

DJ Quik, tonight's the night

Mac Mall, Mac 10, and my nigga Tight

C-Bo, rest in peace Mac Dre

Schoolboy, Problem, rest in peace [?]

Dogg Pound, Daz and Kurupt

MCA, Mr. Fab was a must

Eazy-E feel legit and my homie Burn

I get a lot of love out in California

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's go

If they ask about a nigga they ain't know

Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's go

If they ask about a nigga they ain't know

Ask about a nigga, they ain't know

Dolla got the ride, '64

'Rari with the suicide doors

Diamonds, I might bust it down though

Diamonds, I might bust it down though

[?] shine though

Sipping on the ice and D'usse

Dolla got all the groupies

If they ain't paying they gon' run it on sight

She going taking dick all night, ay

Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's go

If they ask about a nigga they ain't know

Light Flex lyrics - Tone Stith & 2 Chainz

 [2 Chainz:]

Okay, yeah

Alright now, yeah

2 Chainz

[Tone Stith & (2 Chainz):]

Looking like ooh la la (ooh la la)

Make 'em gather round, Kumbaya

Got 'em looking like oh my God

It's that new, new I know you ain't got (yeah)

I can't relate to nobody fake

Do my own thang, let 'em hate and tell 'em, "Bye, bye"

Bye, bye, bye

It's lit, alright, promise you can catch me

Vibing all night, I ain't playing no games

That's what I like, get it poppin', 5 lanes

Oh, you know I'm

[Tone Stith:]

Oh, I'ma hit 'em with the light flex

(Flexing) tonight, (flexing) oh, (flexing)

Oh, I'ma hit 'em with the light flex

(Flexing) tonight, (flexing) oh, (flexing)

Just a lifeless, for a, watch out, let me

Let me do it one time for the one time

Yeah, do it one time for the world

Do it one time for the one time

Yeah, do it one time for the world

Do it one time for the one time

Yeah, do it one time for the world

Do it one time for the one time

Yeah, do it one time for the world

Ring alarms 'cause this ain't no drill (no drill)

You a snack, yeah, better yet, meal (full meal)

Walk in and the club on 10 (on 10)

Gotta flex, flex, flex for the real (for real)

I can't relate to nobody fake

Do my own thang, dead 'em all, yeah, go for the kill

It's lit, alright, promise you can catch me

Vibing all night, I ain't playing no games

That's what I like get it poppin', 5 lanes

Oh, you know I'm

Oh, I'ma hit 'em with the light flex

(Flexing) tonight, (flexing) oh, (flexing)

Oh, I'ma hit 'em with the light flex

(Flexing) tonight, (flexing) oh, (flexing)

Just a lifeless, for a, watch out, let me

Let me do it one time for the one time

Yeah, do it one time for the world

Do it one time for the one time

Yeah, do it one time for the world

Do it one time for the one time

Yeah, do it one time for the world

Do it one time for the one time

Yeah, do it one time for the world

[2 Chainz:]

(Yeah, yeah, 2 Chainz)

Heartbreaks and 808s

Turn around, one-legged fadeaway

(Swish)

Even with a beard, I got a baby face (no)

Head fake, crossover, hesitate (true)

I been workin' on my outside game (yeah)

3's start to rainin', thinkin' outside came

Keep my name on the jersey in all caps

(Caps)

Crossed over to my goal, overcame trap (trap)

Hangin' on the wing, waitin' for my shot

Ridin' through a hurricane in a drop top

Yellin', "Check ball," I'ma take it from the top

I can shoot from here or I can take it from the block

[Tone Stith:]

Oh, I'ma hit 'em with the light flex

(Flexing) tonight, (flexing) oh, (flexing)

Oh, I'ma hit 'em with the light flex

(Flexing) tonight, (flexing) oh, (flexing)

Just a lifeless, for a, watch out, let me

Let me do it one time for the one time

Yeah, do it one time for the world

Do it one time for the one time

Yeah, do it one time for the world

Do it one time for the one time

Yeah, do it one time for the world

Do it one time for the one time

Yeah, do it one time for the world

Lotta Hoes lyrics - 2 Chainz

 You could tell by my clothes I got a lot of hoes

Plus I got a bankroll I got a lot of hoes

I got a lot of hoes

A lot of hoes

A lot of hoes

A lot of hoes

They say my mind gone I'm in a different time zone

I count 100, 000 dollars while I'm blindfold

I'm 'bout that guacamole no fronting coping only

Cop a Rollie, I get a lot cheese macaroni

Ya I'm back up on it bitch I'm back up on it

And when I stand still she put her back up on it

You now I love rich, cause I'm hood rich

Your girl call me GD I got that good dick

Fucked up, coupe big, polo stupid

Brown shirt, brown man, same color roof in

We used to shoot hoop and listen to that Snoop here

Bought a pack, brought it back, relaxed and recouped here

Ya this a new year and ya these some new shades

I don't see none of y'all talking about some new J's

This is that Prada, property, properly

When I hit Saks Fifth it looks like a robbery

I got a lot of hoes

A lot of hoes

A lot of hoes

A lot of hoes

Mask Up lyrics - Neek Bucks & 2 Chainz

 Ay pull yo mask up

We caught him slippin at the light we put that cash up

I sent my shooter outta town he caught a And 1

All that gassin that you doing gone get yo man touched

Back to Back Choppas in my city boy don't act up

Talkin like you gangsta boy that shit gon get you wacked up

Little bitch only fuck two times she pop perks and she get active

Bro got the stick in the party don't got corona but he like to mask up

Fuck me and get Chanel I like her cus she don't kiss and tell (whoa)

I like my bitches in twos, two twins and I know what to do (woo)

Savage Fenty on ya panties baby move the panties over Imma hook (ooh, yea)

Handsome gangsta baby when I got this fani I got the stick but I groove (ooh)

Dirty Fanta baby my Atlanta baby I get that ass in the mood (woo, woo, woo, wooo)

You know lil bruh he retarded

Pull up and shoot with the left like he Harden

Beggin my pardon

I don't need a key to start this foreign

She wanna fuck til the mornin (yea)

No matter how up I get I still be scheming bro look at them niggas we on em

Ay pull yo mask up

We caught him slippin at the light we put that cash up

I sent my shooter outta town he caught a And 1 (yea)

All that gassin that you doing gone get yo man touched (Tony)

Back to Back Choppas in my city boy don't act up

(Uh) Mask on glock 19, Covid 19 worth 19k when I was 19

Shoot ya twice just like a vaccine

Pull ya hair if ya got tracks in up north girls like my accent

Made a profit off my passion counting money got an orgasm (uh)

High like horse radish draw down like Art Basel (uh)

Pockets on fat albert they biting... Marv Albert (yea)

Then I told her Imma do you when she asked me what I'm doing after (you)

She replied I'm with her too I said I'm good at math

And I'm really doing good at when I'm doing bad

Jewelry on in all Bodega wit a Bottega bag

Yo shooter like to brag

Yo shooter don't get shot and they gone shoot the ambulance

Let me talk to em

Ay pull yo mask up

We caught him slippin at the light we put that cash up

I sent my shooter outta town he caught a And 1

All that gassin that you doing gone get yo man touched

Back to Back Choppas in my city boy don't act up

MF'N Right (Remix) lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)

 [Lil Wayne:]

Tunechi and 2 Chainz

Tunechi and 2 Chainz

ColleGrove on!

[2 Chainz:]

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right

Mike told me this gon' be your favorite song

Ooh, wear that red one, that my favorite thong

Put 'em on, I said baby put 'em on

I said what you gonna do when you go home?

Kiss your man after you sucked on my woo!

She called my phone, I told her I was at the stu'

Last name Chainz, first name 2

Pull up on me, shawty you know what to do

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right

I bought some gold chains with my drug money

Then wore it on the stage just to stunt on 'em

That's how we do it on the south side

Might buy an AK usin' all 5s

Big booty bitches in my archives

Potato on the barrel for you small fries

G4, G5 jet

Export, import checks on deck

Once the DJ drop this shit

Make 'em shake it like Tourette's

Smoking on the top floor, I'm as high as I can get

Lean in the baby bottle, I try not to babysit

So I had to take a sip, if I like it then I buy

Got so many damn rides I put my garage on a diet

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right

[Lil Wayne:]

ColleGrove, we out here

All these bitches want this dope dick

And our pockets look like blowfish

And we higher than some voltage

I got Trukfit on my back, bitch

On this Actavis, I'm active

And my acronym is HB

That's for Hot Boy, you a has-been

All this bling, bling, bling, bling, bling

You ain't gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

You ain't squad, squad, squad, squad, squad

You ain't hot like Häagen-Dazs®

Out here thrashin' with my crew

All you hearin' is, "Soo woo"

From New Orleans, that's voodoo

Got a baby with New-New

And I'm smokin' like Badu

Hoodie loc'ing, I'm Piru

No more YMCMB, hocus pocus, bye-bye, poof

Bitch you mothafuckin' right, get a mothafuckin' life

Lil Tunechi out this bitch, drops the mothafuckin' mic

[2 Chainz + Lil Wayne:]

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right

[Lil Wayne:]

ColleGrove

ColleGrove

ColleGrove

ColleGrove

Tunechi and 2 Chainz

Tunechi and 2 Chainz

College Park, Holly Grove, ColleGrove the new name

Yeah it's Tunechi and 2 Chainz

Tunechi and 2 Chainz

Fuckin' right

Tell that bitch, "You mothafuckin' right"

Mortgage Free lyrics - DJ Premier & 2 Chainz

[2 Chainz:]

What up Preem?

That nigga Statik told me start sayin' 2 Chainz again (Haha)

2 Chainz

The goal in life is to be mortgage free

Control your emotions, have integrity

If you wanna use my likeness, I need equity

And if you really tryin' to win, you need to bet with me (Yeah)

The goal in life is to be mortgage free

Control your emotions, have integrity

If you wanna use my likeness, I need equity

And if you really tryin' to win, you need to bet with me (Shit)

You can ask Charlie, been on a winning streak (Winning streak)

Heard you was talkin' behind my back, so I didn't even speak

Surveillance on the same screen I watch DVDs

When it comes to making plays, I'm the MVP (MVP)

This flow sicker than the CDC

Time to rent another yacht so I can see the sea

Sometimes I feel like poverty was a penalty

But life a game, I'mma go for it when it's 4th and 3 (Fourth and three)

I touchdown, then I field goal (Goal)

Mix it with some ice, it made me feel cold (Cold)

I had a spot where I can hide 'em in a vehicle

When I meet 'em in Buckhead, I'm driving real slow (Real slow)

10 and 2 on the steering wheel

You base your life on IG and that's a fairy tale

I treat business like sex: I do it very well

I'm parked in front of a place I own parallel (Parallel), Tony

The goal in life is to be mortgage free

Control your emotions, have integrity

If you wanna use my likeness, I need equity

And if you really tryin' to win, you need to bet with me (Yeah)

The goal in life is to be mortgage free

Control your emotions, have integrity

If you wanna use my likeness, I need equity

And if you really tryin' to win, you need to bet with me (Shit)

The American dream is to get a house

But for me the American dream is to get an ounce

Sackin' grams, watchin' Moesha, sittin' on the couch

I ain't worked this hard to get some millions just to lend it out

Shit, remember my blue pit with the blue eyes

I had a foreign and an old school, I had two rides

I just closed on a building, it's like Kroger size

The paperwork in my name, just got it notarized

I bought my momma crib before I bought mines

Knew I was gonna be successful when I was about 9

Hangin' on the block when it's drought time

Where arguments can turn a body outline (Outline)

The goal in life is to be mortgage free

Control your emotions, have integrity

If you wanna use my likeness, I need equity

And if you really tryin' to win, you need to bet with me (Yeah)

The goal in life is to be mortgage free

Control your emotions, have integrity

If you wanna use my likeness, I need equity

And if you really tryin' to win, you need to bet with me (Shit)

[AZ (2 Chainz):]

And my mentality is, money-orientated

I-I-I ain't got time to waste (2 Chainz)

It's hard just being the boss

And my mentality is, money-orientated

I-I-I ain't got time to waste (2 Chainz)

It's hard just being the boss

New One lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne, Ty Dolla $ign)

 [Ty Dolla $ign:]

Oh yeah

Ooh yeah

Dolla Sign

Mustard on the beat ho!

If she a freak then Imma find out, I don't know but Imma find out

I'm in the club with a bool one, but I'm looking for a new one (a new one, yeah)

Looking for a new one, a new one yeah

I want a new one, yeah yeah

Looking for a new one, yeah

Yeah, yeah

[2 Chainz:]

Here we go!

If she a freak Imma find out, I don't know but Imma find out

And she ain't got no class, had to put that bitch on time out

I just fucked her in the living room, pussy so deep I had to climb out

And she never seen my bedroom, she ain't ever seen my momma house

Check a hoe, then I check my bank account

I'm sipping codeine with my pinky out

And I don't talk about bitches man, unless the head good enough to think about it

So hold on let me think about it

Wait a 1 minute, let me think about it

Shawty pussy so wet mane, I mean a bitch need a sink around it

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

If she a freak then Imma find out, I don't know but Imma find out

I'm in the club with a bool one, but I'm looking for a new one (a new one, yeah)

Looking for a new one, a new one yeah

I want a new one, yeah yeah

Looking for a new one, yeah

Yeah, yeah

[Lil Wayne:]

She had some coke, she spread some lines out

She said don't tell nobody, I be mimed out

She unzip my pants and pull slime out

She said Tunechi you a beast, let me find out

Ass everywhere, ass everywhere, pull up in that thing you never saw, parallel

Time to fuck a bitch, I never fuck

Where the fuck she at?

I be standing like some colored clothes, blame the Laundromat

Who you see?

I walked in this bitch with a cute bitch

And we gon' leave out this bitch with a new bitch

Man I'm just stickin' to the bread like a toothpick

Nigga gon' head, cut that hoe if she don't do shit

Lick her like a fine bitch that find bitches

Shout out to all my side bitches

Young fly nigga thats jetlag, you don't know about time difference

I rhyme different, I'm so hard I could do a verse and leave a line missing

Tunechi!

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

If she a freak then Imma find out, I don't know but Imma find out

I'm in the club with a bool one, but I'm looking for a new one (a new one, yeah)

Looking for a new one, a new one yeah

I want a new one, yeah yeah

Looking for a new one, yeah

Yeah, yeah

[2 Chainz:]

Just bought a new crib, need a new one

Got an old school red and a blue one

Me and my niggas got fur coats on, make it look like the fucking zoo coming

Told my old bitch I need a new one

Sold my last brick, I need a new one

She always talking about working out, so I stretched her out like a futon

Fuck my last bitch on a coffee table (ya dig!)

Fuck my new bitch on a hockey table

If this is a Miyagi hoe [?] I got like a hunnid flavours

If you don't know, you better find out

Bat cave, honeycomb hide out

I slip in and I slide out

I'm known to go deep, like a white out

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

If she a freak then Imma find out, I don't know but Imma find out

I'm in the club with a bool one, but I'm looking for a new one (a new one, yeah)

Looking for a new one, a new one yeah

I want a new one, yeah yeah

Looking for a new one, yeah

Yeah, yeah

No Off Days lyrics - 2 Chainz

 No off days, no off days

Trapping, 7 days a week, yeah I'm trapping

Trapping, trapping, trapping, 7 days a week, yeah, uh

Put that shit to motion, this a Cosa Nostra

Hairweave killa, on a wanted poster

In the foreign car, back seat, leather sofa

I might need some help, we done bought up all the sodas

Hard to approach us, hard to stay focused, mobbing on purpose

Car cost a crib it even came with the curtains

This I know for certain, this I know from working

Got it out the dirt and

Trapping, 7 days a week, yeah I'm trapping

Trapping, 7 days a week, yeah I'm trapping

Trapping, 7 days a week, yeah I'm trapping

Trapping, 7 days a week, no off days

Trapping, 7 days a week, yeah I'm trapping

Trapping, 7 days a week, yeah I'm trapping

Trapping, straight up out a church and started trapping

Trapping, Pulled out the Porsche just to trap in

Once upon a time, all I do is shine

We don't fuck around, we gon' gun ya down

We gon' smoke a pint, only rock designer

Hit the strip club, just to watch vagina

Breaking down bags, seconds or zips

Smelling like a bag, walking into Saks Fifth

Ferragamo, Fendi, rocking buckets, nigga fuck it

Eating lobster tail, like they fucking chicken nuggets, yeah

Trapping, 7 days a week, yeah I'm trapping

Trapping, 7 days a week, yeah I'm trapping

Trapping, 7 days a week, yeah I'm trapping

Trapping, 7 days a week, no off days nigga

Trapping, 7 days a week, yeah I'm trapping

Trapping, 7 days a week, yeah I'm trapping

Trapping, straight up out a church and started trappin'

Trapping, Pulled out the Porsche just to trap in

NO TV lyrics - 2 Chainz

 BeatEmTrill (BeatEmTrill)

No TV, come see me, I'm flexin' in 3D (Flex)

I'm big dawg, I'm peewee, jetski, seaweed

I'm foreign, beep-beep

No feelings, Kiki

You get it, hee-hee

I'm from the CP (Where you comin' from?)

I'm out the street (Street)

I body beats (Beats)

I buy the buildin' (Buildin')

Then buy the street

Exotic beaches, melodic features (Features)

It's hard to reach us (Reach us)

You in the bleachers (Uh-uh)

Say Tony teach us (Tony)

My money obeses (Obeses)

I own it, no leases (No leases)

I dog 'em, no leashes (No leashes)

Had Keys like Alicia (Alicia)

I meet you, delete you (Delete you)

I love you, I feed you (Feed you)

Don't want you, I need you (I need you)

No TV, come see me, I'm flexin' in 3D (Flex)

I'm big dawg, I'm peewee, jetski, seaweed

I'm foreign, beep-beep

No feelings, Kiki

You get it, hee-hee

I'm from the CP (Where you comin' from?)

Get money then repeat

More money, three-peat

More money, Wall Street

Connect it, Wi-Fi

I'm ridin' (Beep-beep)

Collidin' (Meet me)

Nobody, can see me

Cataracts, Stevie

VLone, big feet

Yellow watch, PP

Can't play your CD

Car don't play CD

These baguettes, you see these

You're borin', ZZ

I'm hungry, eat-eat (Damn)

New bracelet, sneak peek

No TV, come see me, I'm flexin' in 3D (Flex)

I'm big dawg, I'm peewee, jetski, seaweed

I'm foreign, beep-beep

No feelings, Kiki

You get it, hee-hee

I'm from the CP (Where you comin' from?)

Smartphone lyrics - 2 Chainz

 If Puerto Rico wasn't gone he would be right here with me

If True wasn't gone he would be right here with me

Rest in peace to my niggas from my block

And free all my niggas tryna get some guap

I'm screamin' "Free [?] " till he come home

My nigga locked up with a smartphone

I'm tryna drop some babies in her jawbone

We some street niggas, we got next, bitch

I bought a necklace just to flex, bitch

Yeah, understand, yeah, bust it down

I wanna see you dance bitch, bust it down

I ain't playin', hundred grand bitch, bust it down

I'm on a beast too, Gucci my feet too

Fuck around and buy a mink

I got Cuban on my links

I might pull up in a Brinks

On some rims and some tings

Give a fuck what you tings, think, 'bout

I'm in a big clean car

Dope in the sixteen bars

Recited by yours truly

Fuck that bitch playin' Gucci

That's ratchet as fuck

I told her "back it on up"

My jacket matching the truck

I got back in the [?]

My nigga locked up with a smartphone

I'm tryna drop some babies in her jawbone

That's some street shit, we got next, bitch

Bought a necklace just to flex, bitch

My nigga locked up with a smartphone

I'm tryna drop some babies in her jawbone

That's some street shit, we got next, bitch

I bought a necklace just to flex, bitch

Uh, uh, partner got a Android

Dippin', dappin', payin' for it

Extra year in the can for it

Concrete damn floor

Dancin' with the devil

Tryna leave the ghetto

Going state or federal

I Golden State the schedule

Gold rose petals

Out of the alphabet, G is my favorite letter

I gotta make it better, cover the incidentals

[?] a killer, as long as the Lincoln Continental

The lawyers will be here any minute

Used to have commas, now I'm sentenced

Wrist in the bowl bought a Bentley

It got a hole in the ceiling

Partner in the hole for a metro, I think it's silly

Shawty sucked mine so damn long, I got a hickey

She know she prettier than Ricky

She step in blood when she walk

You know them rich niggas in prison

Try to FaceTime ya and talk

This is the greatest of all, don't want no haters involved

Hold up, I'm taking this call

(Need that chain when I get out, player)

My nigga locked up with a smartphone

I'm tryna drop some babies in her jawbone

That's some street shit, we got next, bitch

I bought a necklace just to flex, bitch

My nigga locked up with a smartphone

I'm tryna drop some babies in her jawbone

That's some street shit, we got next, bitch

I bought a necklace just to flex, bitch

I'm good, I'm killin' niggas, you know that

That motherfucker [?] ain't he, what the hell y'all doin'

(Mumbled talking)

Can ya hear me boy?

(Mumbled talking)

Call me when you get some service so I can holla at you bruh

Okay cool man, like later on tonight I'm a have good service (Mumbling) Can you hear me?

Yeah, I'll be- I'll be up that's my time to move. Call me 'round that time

Okay cool, I'll hit you 'round that time then

Alright boy

Smoke Break lyrics - 2 Chainz (with Statik Selektah)

 Should be on cover of the High Times

Walk in my closet, get SkyMiles, trap Einstein

Japanese, all them wontons

Gave her a D like Sean Don, told shorty quiet down

So many acres man, my kids can't trick or treat

Because them neighbors stay on a whole 'nother street

Politics as usual, I bought a suit for it

Puff got a party Friday, I bought a coupe for it

Who you know buy them bottles and don't drink

I sleep, fuck, shower in my gold link

Got Tity Boi tatted on her butt cheeks

If you don't pray for 7 days that make one weak

Uh, let's take a smoke break

Got a 38 special, that hold 8

Got a room with marble floors and gold drapes

With a bad ass bitch that like to serve grapes

Got a Wraith that I use for a bachelor pad

Still made all A's in back of the class

On the cover now, started from back of the mag'

Now it's back to the bag, got my happiness back

If I happen to brag?, it's accepted by the culture

Dunking, and 1, touch down vulture

This is exactly what happen mixing cocaine with soda

You get me and a Rollie, you get me, nigga hold it

This the crack vial chronicles, explore Nautica

Eddie Bauer Expo, AR silencer

Vibrant like the spring colors, rapping 'bout them teen murders

Rapping while I'm mean muggin', shouldn't get Supreme coverage

Uh, let's take a smoke break

Got a 38 special, that hold 8

Got a room with marble floors and gold drapes

With a bad ass bitch that like to serve grapes

Yeah, let's take a smoke break

Got a 38 special, that hold 8

Got a room with marble floors and gold drapes

With a bad ass bitch that like to serve grapes

Somebody Need To Hear This Freestyle lyrics - 2 Chainz

 Nah

I hear y'all niggas still holding y'all nuts on me

See one thing about holding your nuts on somebody

You're literally holding yourself down

You ain't doing nothing to the other person

I don't even feel that shit, you know what I'm saying?

I really need more haters, talking to the ones in the back

While I'm in the back

Okay I see the agenda that they are trying to push

Dear America, why you ain't tell me who's legalizing kush?

If I had known that earlier, I did it by the books

But instead I had skip to class and go and make a jugg

College grad might I add, let me retract

I'm a gift that's already open, let me re-wrap

Had it up here with the money, talking knee-cap

It's a thin line between cuz's house and the D-fax

Asked them folks to give me a chance

I'm just a juvenile, got so high

I told my attorney that I'm a sewer cloud

Catching me back out of the space, I can move the crowd

If somebody die over here, then they was moving out

Always get portrayed as a villain, oh what a feeling

Ran this shit up off of adrenaline and got a million

Then got another mill, can't forget the other deal

Yeah I got plenty more, bitch I'm talking twenty more

I do a show in a Fendi store

You know I'm great I'm talking 8, I'm talking 24

I'm talking pool, I'm talking lake, I'm talking tennis court

I'm 6'5" it's hard to ride an Aventador (Tony)

I fuck with you, if you fuck with me

I fuck with you, if you fuck with me

(Know I'm sorry I just got off, that shit so high I was like, who is this nigga? That's what I was saying)

I fuck with you, if you fuck with me

I fuck with you, if you fuck with me

I fuck with you, if you fuck with me

I fuck with you, if you fuck with me

(Tag somebody that need to hear that, tag em' right now)

I fuck with you, if you fuck with me

Stay Woke Freestyle lyrics - 2 Chainz

Boy you should know that

I got you on my mind

Your secret admirer

I've been watching you

I got a bag, I'm working

Her bag, is Birkin

My past, ain't perfect

I brag, on purpose

The cash, gon' surface (yeah)

The tag, is paper

That's hard construction, 2 holes, staple

Good brain she got that knowledge

I'm gonna acknowledge

Skills already polished

Dope, narcotics

Yellow wrist snotty, garage got a lobby

8-Ball and MJ, break a bitch college

Hope you don't think I lost it

My kids think I'm awesome

I'm a seed that just blossomed

Take they head then I toss 'em down the river

The stream, this shit gone stream

I'm lit, I mean since age fifteen

It's my birthday, are we fuckin'

Some head, give me somethin'

Ballin' like Kentucky (swish)

Woke up then you lucky

You can tell I ain't stressed

Chains on the dresser

Had to get that off my chest

Achoo, you know I'm blessed (achoo)

I play my part, I ate, I starved

If knowledge is key, I got an automatic start

It's the South Atlanta Don, leave 'em leanin' in the stall

With a needle in they arm, yeah, these bars are fentanyl, yeah

Streets is Vietnam, yeah, please don't be alarmed, yeah

When I was in a wheel chair I treat it like a lawn chair

Optimistic man, you must have missed it, you know the statistics

Die or go to prison, inside the Wraith like the Solar System (tell em)

I beat the odds, nigga

I'm the one made the .357 spark, nigga

Bought the Cullinan and Urus just to fart, nigga

Drop the seat, hit the button and massage, nigga, yeah

Look in the mirror say I did it myself

But God right here, he know I needed some help

I seen 'em follow trends 'till they end up broke

Read a book, change their diet, talkin' bout stay woke

Top Of The Hill lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. DNoRRi & Edison)

 [Iakopo:]

Its64boy, mhm-hm (210!)

If I get a bag it's up

Iakopo (If I get a bag it's up), bag, yeah

I'm top of the hill (Woooo)

I come from the field

Fuck how you feel

The liquor gon' spill

If I get a bag it's up (Bag)

If I get a bag it's up

Hop out the Lambo truck

Hoes tryna play with us

I'm top of the hill (Woooo)

I come from the field

Fuck how you feel

The liquor gon' spill

If I get a bag it's up (Bag)

If I get a bag it's up

Hop out the Lambo truck

Hoes tryna play with us

Come from the ghetto, made it out

Baby gon' give me mouth (Ya)

Jordan's they retro

If you seen what I've seen you'd be petro'd

Trapping the fed phone

Roll with dogs like a Petco

I told my ex you should let go

Just got me a model like Kendall

[2 Chainz:]

(2 Chainz!)

I'm infatuated, with money and the hoes

So many tattoos

I worth more than you niggas in droves

This is not a Boxster, this a four-door

Car so cold man you need to wear a fur coat

Four sips of Po' got me walkin' round slow-mo

Everybody sayin' man you shoulda went solo

But they don't really know though

This is how we do it

Steal from the rich and bring it back to the hood

Quarter pound a good got the tour bus musty

Polo Rugby, your hoe gon' hug me

If I was you man I wouldn't trust me

All this blang on made yo hoe fuck me

[Uneekint:]

(Ok, Uneek-I-N-T)

Hustle hard, yeah, get it

Yeah you know I'm with it

I'm in it for the money though

Got a hundred rounds for the niggas thats funny

How many times I gotta tell you I'm the G.O.A.T

I be in the trap and I get it like, "Woah"

In and out of hotels, that's how it go

That's all I know

[Iakopo:]

I'm top of the hill (Woooo)

I come from the field

Fuck how you feel

The liquor gon' spill

If I get a bag it's up (Bag)

If I get a bag it's up

Hop out the Lambo truck

Hoes tryna play with us

I'm top of the hill (Woooo)

I come from the field

Fuck how you feel

The liquor gon' spill

If I get a bag it's up (Bag)

If I get a bag it's up

Hop out the Lambo truck

Hoes tryna play with us (Mmm)

Come from the ghetto, made it out

Baby gon' give me mouth (Ya)

Jordan's they retro

If you seen what I've seen you'd be petro'd

Trapping the fed phone

Rollin' with dogs like a Petco

I told my ex you should let go

Just got me a model like Kendall

[DNoRRi:]

(Started from the bottom)

I came up (DNoRRi), sleepless nights

I stayed up (Yup), grinded to the top

That's no luck (Nope), I'm over now

Hater (Hater, hater)

With my day one

Smoking west coast

Flights international

My money 'bout to grow

[Edison:]

More money to blow

More hoes in my whip

Can't even say nothin'

Traumatized from my wrist

My paper trail so long

You got time to follow my story

My status stacked so high

I'm just building off of my glory

[Iakopo:]

On top of the hill

I come from the field

Fuck how you feel

Touch Down 2 Cause Hell (Bow Bow Bow) (Remix) lyrics - Hd4president & 2 Chainz (feat. Fredo Bang)

 [HD4President:]

Baow, baow, baow

[HD4President (Fredo Bang) {2 Chainz}:]

(Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah)

{Yeah}

(Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah) Baow, baow, baow

Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once

[2 Chainz:]

She gon' pat her weave when she was comin' out the beauty shop

Y'all niggas better duck when she be comin' with them booty shots

In the car backin' up, listenin' to Juvenile

Cocaine baggin' up, they sent my ass to juvenile

I ain't tryna put you down, but bring the friends that's cute around

They say it was hot, but all this jewelry I got cool you down

Crabs in a bucket, yeah, you know they try to pull you down

I ain't talkin' layin' up when I be sayin', "Shoot around"

I got on, like, ten bracelets, take too long to take 'em off

Anytime you fall off, then get back up and shake it off

I remember time misunderstood like I wouldn't make it out

Be done bought your crib from your landlord and put you out

[HD4President (Fredo Bang) {Both}:]

{Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah}

{Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah} Baow, baow, baow

{Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah}

{Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah} Baow, baow, baow

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Fredo Bang:]

I tell her, "Hold up"

Baby eat my dick up way too fast, I tell her, "Slow up"

Push it in her throat, so I can't help it if she throw up

Act like you want smoke, we makin' paint, you tryna get rolled up

Come get in this bitch like, "Junkie, come get this one"

Let me do my dance, I'm pookie leaning with a two-step

Flappin' on my dick, just watch my waist, I brought the tool in

Shawty actin' thirsty and she walkin' like I choose her

Told her, "Let me work and I ain't trippin' if your boo here"

I go push it deep and lick you butt and have you feenin'

Put it in your mouth, I run your gums just like you teethin'

Workin' with a lot, but if it's wet, then I can squeeze in

Put me in this bitch, I send a nigga to see Jesus

[HD4President, Fredo Bang {Both}:]

{Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah}

{Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah} Baow, baow, baow

{Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah}

{Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah} Baow, baow, baow

[HD4President:]

I say hold up

Shawty smokin' zaza out the pack, I told her roll up

Niggas muggin' stupid, lookin' crazy like they know us

You ain't got no money, plus you bummy and you tore up

You pretty, but bitch, so what?

Me and Boosie in the Maybach, good and full of liquor

Seen a cutie with some booty, tryna juug her with this pickle

All my niggas rollin' Backwoods, they don't fuck around with Swishers

I been fuckin' on his bitch, I just was fuckin' on her sister

Leanin' off the juice, bitch, I got Wock' up in my double cup

Baby gettin' money, but lil' bitch know you can't fuck with us

Thirty grand stuffed up in my jeans, yeah, it's up with us

Pussy nigga, you ain't 'bout that shit, so what you buckin' for?

I touched down at 11:45

Big old bust down and a Draco when I slide

I fuck with 54, that swim team, they gon' dive

I said bitch, don't turn me down

It's up, no comin' down, turn me up

[HD4President, Fredo Bang {Both}:]

{Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah}

{Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah} Baow, baow, baow

{Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah}

{Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah} Baow, baow, baow

Twerk Season lyrics - 2 Chainz (with Lil Wayne)

 [2 Chainz:]

Say what the fuck going on, man, it must be twerk season

Something in the air, it must be twerk season

'Cause they dancin', dancin' for no reason

Man, they dancin', dancin', dancing for no reason

Bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk

Bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, bitch, twerk

Big up to my amigo, he gave me a kilo for my ego

Talking 'bout you popped the molly? You just took you a placebo

And my suit is Valentino, she is hot as jalapeño

I can do a drive-by listening to Bobby Valentino

I can make her ass wiggle, I can get some cash with her

Talkin' 'bout your ex-boyfriend, fuck you and your last nigga

You ain't talkin' 'bout shit if you ain't talkin' 'bout us

Saying something in the air, y'all bitches some ones

Twerk, twerk, twerk

Have you ever got some head while driving in reverse?

I ain't into backing up, but just in case I'm backing out

Now look how she reactin', now I put it in, she asking ow

Say what the fuck going on, man, it must be twerk season

Something in the air, it must be twerk season

'Cause they dancin', dancin' for no reason

Man, they dancin', dancin', dancing for no reason

Bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk

Bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, bitch, twerk

[Lil Wayne:]

Big up to my lil sweet ho, my lil petite ho, keep it a C-note

When my main ho act like a P.O, ain't that frio, that's Sub-Zero

I say one time for that bitch, who just want dick and some to eat

Only want a number three, that's my pussy custody

I want a slim fine woman with some twerk with her

She ain't got no nosy friends, just a purse with her

She ain't got a lot of ass but I can work with her

Nigga, that's my cup of tea, ahh, burnt my tongue

Ooh, she got a popcorn booty

Everytime I see that ass it make me wanna watch a movie

It's supposed to be a lot of hard working going on

But who the fuck can focus with all this twerking going on?

[2 Chainz:]

Say what the fuck going on, man, it must be twerk season

Something in the air, it must be twerk season

'Cause they dancin', dancin' for no reason

Man, they dancin', dancin', dancing for no reason

Bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk

Bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, bitch, twerk

Whip & A Chain lyrics

 (from "The Birth of a Nation" soundtrack)

I want a whip and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

Why they done switched up the game?

I want a whip and a chain

Hustled for whips and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

Yeah we don't see it the same

This is a new generation

We ain't scared of shit

We ain't beg for shit

There's niggas dead for this

I want a whip and a chain

Hustled for whips and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

Yeah we don't see it the same

Hustle in Rollie, you know it's time for that

Broken taillight, you can die for that

Ain't no LOL, ain't no hidin' that

Might put the whip and park that

Might walk around in camoflauge, strapped

Bitch poppin' like bra straps

Only Kappa steps with a signed petition

Told the governor to revise the system

My auntie, she reside in prison

Damn near did thirty flat

Nigga round here playin' with kids

Get out and go to Baby Gap

Can't respect it, won't respect it

Got ejected, check the checklist

Don't expect to get on the guest list

Got a necklace on a necklace

I want a whip and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

Why they done switched up the game?

I want a whip and a chain

Hustled for whips and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

Yeah we don't see it the same

This is a new generation

We ain't scared of shit

We ain't beg for shit

There's niggas dead for this

I want a whip and a chain

Hustled for whips and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

Yeah we don't see it the same

1831 Exodus, prejudice, represent

Heaven-sent, Hell-bound

Jail-bound, necklace, hecklers, death wish

Yeah, preachin' today and kill you tonight

Nobody care how I'm feelin' tonight

This how I move in the middle of the night

Got all my people to get up and fight

Guess I'm a be the new villain tonight

Liftin' the spirits to Biblical heights

I talk to Christ so I'm feelin' him right

Nat with the Turner, that don't concern you

Stick it inside you, then I'm a turn you

Then I'm a learn you, then I'm a burn you

I got it on me like it's a thermal

I want a whip and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

Why they done switched up the game?

I want a whip and a chain

Hustled for whips and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

Yeah we don't see it the same

This is a new generation

We ain't scared of shit

We ain't beg for shit

There's niggas dead for this

I want a whip and a chain

Hustled for whips and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

Yeah we don't see it the same

X lyrics - Kendrick Lamar, ScHoolboy Q, 2 Chainz & Saudi

 (from "Black Panther" soundtrack)

[Kendrick Lamar:]

Somebody pop all day (hol' up)

Somebody on they way (hol' up)

I wore the crown all day (hol' up)

Somebody can't relate (Black Panther, hol' up)

Stay down with no fakin' (go up)

Top-down, I've been racin' (go up)

She wild and been dangerous (go up)

My crowd in rotation, yeah

Are you on ten yet? Are you on ten yet? (wait)

Are you on ten yet?

Are you on ten yet? I live on ten (wait)

But are you on ten yet?

Are you on ten yet? (hol' up)

Fuck the place up, fuck the place up

Fuck the place up, fuck the place up

Fuck the place up, fuck the place up

[Saudi:]

Fuck-up indawo (whoa), come tear this shit down

I see double cups (yonke indawo)

O'volovolo (yonke indawo)

Benjamin Franklin phezulu koMadiba (No-homo)

So tough on the jungle

I keep the piece on me, I leave you puzzled

Ngiphethe ucherry we ngamla, black card on her

Money longer than hair on her

In her mouth like cavity

And I’m higher than her dads salary

Saudi, are you on ten yet?

Phuza i-Lean, smokin', you know poppin' Xanax

Ngiphaphazeke ngathi i-10 nil

You’re soul-searchin' if you’re lookin' for me

Somebody ngiph' indwangu netissue, I’m dripping

Somebody's daughter finna swallow all these children

Imali in my Achilles' heel, yeah

I race you to a hundred million

[Kendrick Lamar:]

Somebody pop all day (hol' up)

Somebody on they way (hol' up)

I wore the crown all day (hol' up)

Somebody can't relate (hol' up)

Stay down with no fakin' (go up)

Top-down, I've been racin' (go up)

She wild and dangerous (go up)

My crowd in rotation, yeah

Are you on ten yet? Are you on ten yet? (wait)

Are you on ten yet?

Are you on ten yet? I live on ten (wait)

But are you on ten yet?

Are you on ten yet? (hol' up)

Fuck the place up, fuck the place up

Fuck the place up, fuck the place up

Fuck the place up, fuck the place up

[ScHoolBoy Q:]

Are you on ten yet? (hol' up, hol' up)

Do you have Henn' yet?

Jewelry on Windex

Woop, eighty my Rolex

Might Maybach the Benz, two-door comin' out

Black on black again, I might gold the trim

I might built the wind, I don't exit here

Too much flexin' here, Go-Go Gadget this

Too much bread to get, I've been stretchin' up

Ain't no catchin' up, I don't rest enough, ugh

I don't plan for luck, I keep workin' hard

Who keep blessin' us? Ugh

I'm on a ten and I need a ten

Nigga, done made in my M a week

Nigga, December been good to me

Not even Kendrick can humble me

Nigga too rich to go do the lease

Tryna become a way bigger Meech

Nigga, my tooth is like ten a piece

TDE family the Genovese

Her tits are C cup, her ass an A-plus

I got my grades up, I had no backup

Now run the check up, now run the check up

And fuck the place up, fuck the place up, woop

[Kendrick Lamar:]

Somebody pop all day (hol' up)

Somebody on they way (hol' up)

I wore the crown all day (hol' up)

Somebody can't relate (hol' up)

Stay down with no fakin' (go up)

Top-down, I've been racin' (go up)

She wild and dangerous (go up)

My crowd in rotation, yeah

Are you on ten yet? Are you on ten yet? (wait)

Are you on ten yet?

Are you on ten yet? I live on ten (wait)

But are you on ten yet?

Are you on ten yet? (hol' up)

Fuck the place up, fuck the place up

Fuck the place up, fuck the place up

Somebody, somebody, somebody, on ten

[2 Chainz:]

Originality, couple fatalities

Candied my car and it's sweet like a cavity

(Are you on ten yet?)

Sayin' they after me, ain't no one after me

Baby mama used to work at the Applebee's

(Are you on ten yet?)

Somebody call my phone, yeah

I'ma send their ass to voicemail

(Are you on ten yet?)

I don't even check my voicemail

(Ten, ten, ten, ten)

Big weight, I'ma need a horse scale

F12, Berlinetta

I can wear shorts in the winter, uh

Wore turtlenecks in the summer, uh

This here is not for beginners, yeah

Digi-scale, fingernail

Went to Hell, came back, went to jail

Left jail, went to Benihana

Kenny on the corner, got the swagger on me

Yeah, different fabric on me

Yeah, different choppers only

Yeah, married to the game

Yeah, holy matrimony

Yeah, boots upside your cranium

Fucked up someone's stage again

From strip clubs to stadiums

I took my shot and made it in

[Kendrick Lamar:]

Somebody pop all day (hol' up)

Somebody on they way (hol' up)

I wore the crown all day (hol' up)

Somebody can't relate (hol' up)

Stay down with no fakin' (go up)

Top-down, I've been racin' (go up)

She wild and dangerous (go up)

My crowd in rotation, yeah

Are you on ten yet? Are you on ten yet? (wait)

Are you on ten yet?

Are you on ten yet? I live on ten (wait)

But are you on ten yet?

Are you on ten yet? (hol' up)

Fuck the place up, fuck the place up

Fuck the place up, fuck the place up

Fuck the place up, fuck the place up

Yacht Master lyrics - 2 Chainz (with Swae Lee)

 [Swae Lee:]

We're rolling

We're rolling

And action

Yacht Master Rollie, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Some cameras just landed on me, we're rolling

Holy moly, damn

This bitch want me and the homies, so

Yacht Master Rollie, ayy

The cameras just landed on me, what's up (out of nowhere)

Holy moly

This bitch want me and the homies, so

Came in this bitch

It's a shame I ain't make a fuckin' film, damn

Pills in my pocket tee

And I stay smokin' on that fuckin' kill

Know I gotta swang through

Bangin' my shit, that other shit weird

I'm the fresh prince of the city

Got dranks in the back room, chill, check this out

Got Franks in my pocket, they chillin'

Lot of faces on me so I never get lonely

Seen that mothafuckin' Porsche Carrera and got a boner

I don't fuck with freeloaders, nah

Yacht Master Rollie

Some cameras just landed on me, out of nowhere

Holy moly, damn

This bitch want me and the homie, cool

Yacht Master Rollie, ayy

The cameras just landed on me, what's up?

Holy moly

This bitch want me and the homies, so

[2 Chainz:]

She shaved off everything 'cept for the landin' strip

I'm on them 22s just like the Emmitt Smith

You see me killin' shit, reapin' the benefits

You work from 9 to 5, I work from 10 to 6

Up all night hustlin'

Yellow gold like mustard

Been told 'em pass the Grey Poupon

Back when I had a cutlass

Y'all niggas just rusty

I put your bitch on a Huffy

Now we're talkin' paper, boy

Crip on a hundred acres, boy

All you do is hate with your boy

You act like a snake with your boy

You act like a fake with your boy

My pockets lookin' like they ate your boy

Damn... holy moly

I don't know if she wanna fuck me or my Rollie

Even Cartier lenses can see that you're phoney

Anybody seen your style can tell that you stole it

[Swae Lee:]

Yacht Master Rollie, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Some cameras just landed on me, we're rolling

Holy moly, damn

This bitch want me and the homies, so

Yacht Master Rollie, ayy

The cameras just landed on me, what's up (out of nowhere)

Holy moly

This bitch want me and the homies, so

We Own It lyrics - 2 Chainz (with Wiz Khalifa)

[Intro]

It's Young Khalifa man

2 Chainz!

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]

Money's the motivation,

Money's the conversation,

You on vacation, We gettin' paid so

We on paycation, I did it for the fame

It's whatever we had to do, it's just who I am

Yeah, it's the life I chose

Gunshots in the dark, one eye closed

And we got it cooking like a one-eyed stove

You can catch me kissin' my girl with both eye closed

Perfecting my passion, thanks for asking

Couldn't slow down so we had to crash it

You used plastic, we 'bout cash,

I see some people ahead that we gon' pass

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Wiz Khalifa]

I never feared death or dying

I only fear never trying

I am whatever I am,

Only God can judge me, now

One shot, everything rides on tonight

Even if I've got three strikes, Ima go for it,

This moment, we own it

And I'm not to be played with

Because it can get dangerous

See these people I ride with

This moment, we own it

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

And the same ones that I ride with, be the same ones that I die with

Put it all out on the line with, if you looking for me you can find Wiz

In the new car or in the crown whip

My new broad, that's a fine chick

And the wonder squad, I'm down with

(and no way around it)

What you say? Tell me what you say

Working hard, rapping for my dogs, do this everyday,

Taking off, looking out for all, making sure we ball,

Like the mob all you do is call

Catch you if you fall, Young Khalifa

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Wiz Khalifa]

I never feared death or dying

I only fear never trying

I am whatever I am,

Only God can judge me, now

One shot, everything rides on tonight

Even if I've got three strikes, Ima go for it,

This moment, we own it

And I'm not to be played with

(I ride or die for mine)

Because it can get dangerous

See these people I ride with

(I ride or die for love)

This moment, we own it

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]

This the biggest day of my life

We got big guns, been graduated from knives

It's the day in the life and I'm ready to ride

Got the spirit, I'm feeling like a killer inside

Financial outbreak, I'm free but I ain't out yet

Ride with the plug so I'm close to the outlet

At the red light, rims sitting off set

I look better on your girl than her outfit.

[Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa]

Stuck to the plan, always think that we would stand up, never ran

We the fam and loyalty never change up

Been down since day one, look at where we came from

Jumping out on anybody who try to say some one thing about it

Got a problem, I got the same one

Money rolls, we fold

Plenty clubs we closed,

Follow the same code

Never turn our backs, our cars don't even lose control

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Wiz Khalifa]

One shot, everything rides on tonight

Even if I've got three strikes, Ima go for it,

This moment, we own it

And I'm not to be played with

(I ride or die for mine)

Because it can get dangerous

See these people I ride with

(I ride or die for love)

This moment, we own it

This moment, we own it

I ride or die for mine

I'm ride or die material

One life we live so here we go

This moment, we own it

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

• Feds Watching lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Pharrell)
• Where U Been? lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Cap-1)

Feds Watching lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Pharrell)

[Intro: Pharrell & 2 Chainz]

Tomorrow, tomorrow

Tomorrow, tomorrow

Ain't no such thing as tomorrow

The way we living today

[Verse 1: 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 are hardest I've done seen

It look clean where you pour I remix it make it dirty

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

It's 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 be fresh as hell if the Feds watching

[Hook x2: 2 Chainz & Pharrell]

I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching

I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching

I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching

Drop top, head bobbing

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]

Grams to Grammy's, 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 a elevator

You gon' need a detonator swimming with them barracudas

Put the rocket on that motherfucker prosecutor

This Armani, this Givenchy, I parachute you

I'm so fly I jumped out the Air Wang 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 off snake skin

See them shades you got on call Ray-Bans

And the shade I got on cost eight bands

[Hook]

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

[Verse 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 (tell 'em)

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

Say you nobody 'till somebody gon' body you, flatline (BOW)

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

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

You looking at a star that's phased out, trying to take my style then take off

I go to work with no days off, everything I own paid off (Tru)

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 (DAMN)

[Hook: 2 Chainz]

I've been getting money, where the fuck you been? (Hold up)

I've been getting money, where the fuck you been? (Turn up)

I've been getting money, where the fuck you been? (Yeah)

I've been getting money, where the fuck you been? (I told her)

Bought a new crib just to fuck you in (I told her)

Bought a new crib just to fuck you in (I told her)

Bought a new crib just to fuck you in (tell 'em)

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

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]

Gucci hat (Gucci hat), Gucci belt

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

You lying ass, codeine in my wine glass

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

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

I work in this iPhone they need an app called iTrap

I trap, shining like a night night lamp

I just hit my girlfriend and asked her where her wife at (tell 'em)

White cup, white hat, laying on a white couch (Tru)

Got that presidential and a residential white house

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

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

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Cap-1]

Turn five to a ten to a twenty to fifty to hundred

My niggas get money, I want it (BEEP)

I 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

The Cali Ferrari I'm feeling like Kobe

TRU 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 share that whole recipe with you, nigga (nah)

My nigga told me "get 'em" did it I got 'em

Stand on that couch, drink out of the bottle

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

Get to the money I'm keeping Chicago (yeah)

Bought a new crib just to fuck you in (and what)

Bought the Benz just to fuck your friends

Giuseppe's 900 with that gold boss (Tru)

Everything 'bout me wrong like a dope charge (turn up)

[Hook]

"Based On A T.R.U. Story" (2012)

• Birthday Song lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Kanye West)
• No Lie lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Drake)