Used 2 lyrics - 2 Chainz

 I still fuck 'em like I used to

I need to put that shit on YouTube

Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy

Single ladies come and have my baby

I still fuck 'em like I used too

I need to put that shit on YouTube

Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy

Hey, my nigga, come and grab your lady

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

Gold Nefertiti , yeah, Lamborghini, yeah

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

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

Got her hair fixed, yeah, kinda thick, yeah

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

Tryna do a split, yeah, oh shit, yeah

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

You can't do it with a dick in you

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

You can't do it with a dick in you

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

I still fuck 'em like I used to

I need to put that shit on YouTube

Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy

Single ladies come and have my baby

I still fuck 'em like I used too

I need to put that shit on YouTube

Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy

Hey, my nigga, come and grab your lady

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

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

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

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

ATL my hood, yeah, understood, yeah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I still fuck 'em like I used to

I need to put that shit on YouTube

Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy

Single ladies come and have my baby

I still fuck 'em like I used too

I need to put that shit on YouTube

Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy

Hey, my nigga, come and grab your lady

Get low like this

Get low like this

Up, do it, up, shake it

Wipe, down, outfit

I get money like I used to

Chains on, I use two

Guns on me like I used to

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

I still fuck 'em like I used to

I need to put that shit on YouTube

Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy

Single ladies come and have my baby

I still fuck 'em like I used too

I need to put that shit on YouTube

Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy

Hey, my nigga, come and grab your lady

Netflix lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Fergie)

 [2 Chainz:]

I smoked a blunt for dinner, another blunt for breakfast

2 Chainz, got 'em staring at my necklace

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

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

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

I'm dodging paparazzi, my outfit from Versace

Copy, copy, all these niggas just copy

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

[2 Chainz & Fergie:]

I know you had the time of your life

I know you had the time of your life

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

I'll be countin' this shit all night

I know you had the time of your life

I know you had the time of your life

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

I'll be countin' this shit all night

[Fergie:]

When I die, bury me inside the liquor store

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[2 Chainz & Fergie:]

I know you had the time of your life

I know you had the time of your life

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

I'll be countin' this shit all night

I know you had the time of your life

I know you had the time of your life

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

I'll be countin' this shit all night

[2 Chainz:]

Yeah, yeah

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

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

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

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

She just wanna freak, she don't wanna sleep

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

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

I call doin' a 69 a favor for a favor

From the cradle to the grave

Shoot a nigga from his ankle to his waist

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

Fucked a bitch in her eyelashes

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

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

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

Goddamn!

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

 [2 Chainz:]

I got extra, I got extra

I got money, I got work

Far as hoes, I got a plethora

I get money, 12 gauge shotty

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

I got extras, you want some?

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

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

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

Okay

Southside, I got all this

Snake skin on my hat, albino

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

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

Rifle, bullets, for y'all niggas!

I got extra, I got extra

I got money, I got work

Far as hoes, I got a plethora

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

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

Last name Chainz, first name 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

Southside, I got all this

Snake skin on my hat, albino

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

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

Rifle, bullets, for y'all niggas!

I got extra, I got extra

I got money, I got work

Far as hoes, I got a plethora

[Rich Homie Quan:]

Okay, I'm rich, like Homie

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

In the living room, full of that paper

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

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

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

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

Tryna work her moves, tryna trap me with a baby

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

First million dollars, most important thing: saving

And if you wanna book me, hit my agent

I got eight pounds in a old car

On old Nat in front of skate town on the

[2 Chainz:]

Southside, I got all this

Snake skin on my hat, albino

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

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

Rifle, bullets, for y'all niggas!

I got extra, I got extra

I got money, I got work

Far as hoes, I got a plethora

U Da Realest lyrics - 2 Chainz

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

Drop the work in the pot, watch it cannonball

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Closed casket, blasted, breathe again, Braxton

Heart filled with passion, neck filled with mansions

Nonchalant and sarcastic, my bank roll gigantic

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

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

Drop the work in the pot, watch it cannonball

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What's really real? Just left the dealership

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

I'm 'bout to milk the game, Enfamil

Hit the girl with my two's, Benadryl

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

Drop the work in the pot, watch it cannonball

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 [2 Chainz]

Beautiful... Pain

Niggas studying shawty know what a hundred do

Actually the nigga backing me is right in front of you

Raising a daughter sometimes depending what her father do

Niggas stunt on you, front on you

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

I hope you get testicular cancer in the brain, dickhead

By the time you get that

I be somewhere with a six pack and a six pack

Her lips and her hips thick

My boxers are covered in her lipstick

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

I'm a misfit, I did it and beyond

Shiny watch look like the old Diddy on my arm

Highly flammable, barely keep getting in Canada

Run this rap shit, I got stamina

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

Fuck you and whoever came witcha

Trying to express the beautiful pain witcha

Like a tattoo of a framed picture

Of a dead homie, maybe a family member

I got some gambling scriputres like um

Scared money don't make no money

Bet now motherfucker gonna take them from me

Got ounces of loud you can hear me smoking

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

[Lloyd:]

Oh I feel so fly

Came so far, but I still wanna fly

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

See what this beautiful pain, provide

Baby look into my eyes

[Ma$e:]

Shamon.. hm-mmm

You talk about hurting try washing clothes with no detergent

Daddy deserted so now we syrup sandwich serving

Dreaming we had a furnace so cold sleeping on the curtains

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

But now the companies are merging

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I gave my life up, I gave my rights up

I gave my dice up and I gave my dykes up

I gave my vice up and every club that lights up

And this is were the intern with no perm lights up

You don't see my pain

I guess it's beautiful pain

It gotta be beautiful pain

Sometime you don't gotta say much

[Lloyd:]

Oh I feel so fly

Came so far, but I still wanna fly

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

See what this beautiful pain, provide

Baby look into my eyes

Life is a game of inches

Every move leads to something better

There is no time to play the benches

Gotta get in the game and live forever, and ever

I'll be the man or I rather die

I'll be the man or I rather die

I'll be the man or I rather die

I'll be the man or I rather die

I'll be the man or I rather die

[2 Chainz:]

Scared money don't make no money

Bet now motherfucker gonna take them from me

Got ounces of loud you can hear me smoking

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

[Lloyd:]

Oh I feel so fly

Came so far, but I still wanna fly

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

See what this beautiful pain, provide

Baby look into my eyes

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

 [T-Pain:]

Honey, we got off on the wrong foot, baby

Cause the relationship has been so good lately

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

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

But I do what I do so we can live

I only do what I do so we can live

I only do what I do so we can live

I only do what I do so we can live

I only do what I do so we can live

[2 Chainz:]

Mama don't work, heater don't work

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

I pray to the lord and ask for forgiveness

If he popped my trunk I can get a life sentence

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

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

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

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

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

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

He said he ain't with the bull: matador

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

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

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

The officer got a call so he was needed

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

Then I proceeded to go to my uncle's house

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

He got a badass niece with a donkey now

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

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

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

The good die young, and promises are hard to keep

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

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

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

I got them folks feenin', pumpin' that Jodeci

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

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

Conduct disorderly, stayin' in the trap house

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

[T-Pain:]

Honey, we got off on the wrong foot, baby

Cause the relationship has been so good lately

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

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

But I do what I do so we can live

I only do what I do so we can live

I only do what I do so we can live

I only do what I do so we can live

I only do what I do so we can live

[2 Chainz:]

Simon says, monkey see monkey do

I wore the shirt, you wore the same shirt too

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

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

This that murder 1, mixed with the bubblegum

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

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

I rarely finish the end of my words

Watch the rims hit on the curve

And what a nigga really care about a lisp?

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

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

Its 3:30 in the A.M

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

Bought the tour bus and put some niggas in the pass

Your style good enough to put in a Glad bag

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

Flow off the hinges tryna fuck all her friendses

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

Organized crime, you could put me in a lineup

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

[2 Chainz:]

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

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

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

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

She said she tired of the generic

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

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

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

Mainstream Rachet lyrics - 2 Chainz

 Last night I bought the supermodel

Got head on the way home

She left her other friends at the club

Got home, and I fucked her with my chains on

And that's ratchet huh?

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

(Woah bring it back)

Take your bitch like I'm the dog catcher

Take your ass to the mall after

Spa day, shawty

Kill that pussy, pallbearer

You from that RuPaul era

I'm from that hell nah era

Real niggas say true

Real niggas ain't you

I ride around with that yapper on me

Gun clad with my Glock up on me

Surround your ass with so many shots

You'll be claustrophobic

Crib so big a dinosaur can run through that shit

I'm a shark, and you a tuna fish

My paper up, got your girl with her ankles up

Gangster boy

She got her T-shirt and her panties on

She trying to smell my cologne

I can fuck her anywhere I want

I even fuck her on the floor

And thats ratchet huh?

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

(Woah bring it back)

I'm on top like a toupée

You on the side like a toothache

Box your ass, suitcase

I'm real, you ain't

Calamari, crab cakes

My closet the size of your damn place

You lookin' at a star

I wish that they could add space

I'm getting money, fast pace

My hoes gave my cash straight

He can't ball, castrate

She the opposite of last place

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

My girl got a big ass

Your girl got back pockets touching

I want a dollar, I want everything

Balls out, I let her hang

Went shopping for a wedding ring

Went on a double date with Molly and Mary Jane

And thats ratchet huh?

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

If you patch a weed that's ratchet

My last album was classic

Shawty on my dica

Backwards spells acid

She pop a P like a zany

She'll use no hands and no panties

She rock like nose candy

You fuck with me, ain't no plan B

I'm a D boy with a degree

I sold dope in my momma's home

My girl pussy deep (deep)

So right there is my comfort zone

Born alone, die alone

Mud in my styrofoam

She got on top of me like a stage

I said use my dick as a microphone

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

 [Sunni Patterson:]

And when you spiral through the atmosphere

All they see is motion

They never see the tears, they never feel the pain

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

So caught up in the fantasy

Humanity has made a love story out of tragedy

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

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

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

Or something for the books or the bars

To bob your head and nod, I recall

So many never ever thought you'd make it

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

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

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

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

Mythical, mystical, since the day that you were born

Mastered all the madness, let the magic have his way

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

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

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

Just glance upon the beauty and the wonder to be found

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

[2 Chainz:]

Free at last, free at last

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

Some people can't relate

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

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

Turn on your faucet

Drip, fuck the water bill, we stay in apartments

And everything is a obstacle

When they watching you, the hospital needs a hospital

Now they mocking you, they say the flattery is sincere

I rhyme like a nigga younger than me by ten years

Yeah, and that's my car talking

Old school running with the dogs barking

Hop out that bitch like I'm sellin' coffins

Weed so strong, I be seldom coughing

And I'm covered in Balmain

Instagram pics of my lobster omelette

Selling that Parkay, life ain't no arcade

Now I got more nines than the fourth grade

[Chrisette Michele:]

Freedom, it's all I really want

It's all I really want to be

It's all I really need

I want, I want and I believe

You thought you had the best of me

But now I'm what you need

[2 Chainz:]

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

Competition best to fear me

Lyrically I could be Talib Kweli

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

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

I practiced repetition, I need 100 G's

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

I'm not a rat but I love the cheese

I change hoes like I change gears

And my yard so big I got pet deers

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

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

You need a focus group, my group focused

Hit them loco jokers with the hocus pocus

I'm the dopest, you can quote this

Underscore, it's just me and dope

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

I done seen them rich, I done seen them broke

I done seen it all, watched a pregnant lady smoke

When the baby come out, he gon' be geeked

You never know, he might come out to feed me

[Chrisette Michele:]

Freedom, it's all I really want

It's all I really want to be

It's all I really need

I want, I want and I believe

You thought you had the best of me

But now I'm what you need

Outroduction lyrics - 2 Chainz

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

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

Every since huffy, pockets on husky

Shawty don't trust me, I break hearts often

If you look at my pockets you a weight watcher

From a dishwasher to a kingpin

Remember how the scene end and how this thing is

Drugs backed in 'em mean them things in

Now it's duffle bags full of green men

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

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

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

Vino, different kind of pinot

Tried to stack c-note after c-note

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

Line, it's a thin one between

Getting high and committing crimes, let a nigga live

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

(Fuck this shit)

I remember when I believed in me

What am I supposed to do?

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

They want a verse or two

Shit, what am I supposed to do?

Put 'em in a fucking hearse or two

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

And I smoke just to ease the pain

So hungry I used to try to eat the rain

Well at least until the pizza came

Or at least until polices came

Undercovers outside my momma yard

And all the guns is in Kesha's name

In Jesus's name I pray

I say that a couple times a day

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

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

I heard my little big cousin mad at me

I call him little big cause he younger than me

But he big, he was the high school team captain

Didn't graduate but sometimes things happen

And whatever happen that was the worst day

And who know what was going on in the first place

I love and helped raise my nigga

This year forgot to call him on his birthday

It's hard to explain my new lifestyle

A partner lockdown, got a phone and an iPod

He called to tell me happy new years

I had to tell him nigga, it's March

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

They had dough and we didn't

How did it dissolve, alka-seltzer

This is the outroduction

Niggas stab you in your back like acupuncture

Employee Of The Month lyrics - 2 Chainz

 [2 Chainz:]

Yeah, yeah, 2 Chainz

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

This is trendsetting, you niggas is trend following

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

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

Yea I love these girls, bitches on my dick

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga want to play around like a playground

Nigga laydown, look at that trigger plate

Southside, lean with the my MI-WI

Started from the inside, drag his ass outside

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

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

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

Mop their ass, they got a motherfucking dry floor

And I walk on a tight rope

I got balance and them Balenciagas

And I woke up, whole enchilada

I got a bitch beside, I got a bitch beside

Yea I love these girls, bitches on my dick

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

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

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

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

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

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

[LIZ:]

Cause everybody needs love

We never seem to get enough

I'll show you what it's made of

Just need you to lift me up

(Lift me up, lift me up)

[2 Chainz:]

Yea I love these girls, bitches on my dick

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 [2 Chainz:]

So many watches, I need a time capsule

Combine all my thoughts, make my mind travel

Graduated from the streets, that's beyond tassel

In my muscle car, maybe we should arm wrestle

I'm raw, using all caps

I got A on my ballcaps

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

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

Yellow tape, never hesitate

2 Chainz derived from Section 8

Meditate, that's my stress relief

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

Live long enough, it'll happen to you

Live long

It will, it will

It will, it will

Live long enough, it'll happen to you

Live long

It will, it will

It will, it will

My pop told me men don't cry

Then he turned around and died on me

So I didn't know what else to do

But motherfuckin' cry, homie

Oh yeah, I'm God's son

Tell Nas he got more than one

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

Order three, started with a quarter ki'

I'm so ill I need penicill'

Rockin' ice cubes, talkin' kill at will

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

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

Live long enough, it'll happen to you

Live long

It will, it will

It will, it will

Live long enough, it'll happen to you

Live long

It will, it will

It will, it will

[Dolla Boy:]

Streets love a nigga, got a D-boy membership

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

Coke on all sentences, cold but no fridge in this

Note to all witnesses, lie or die infamous

My style is so infamous

My style, it needs censorship

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

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

Niggas say a lot on their way to the top

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

I guess that's sayin' a lot

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

[Pusha T:]

Death of a dynasty

I'm talkin' major, not the minor league

And you the last of a dyin' breed

Follow caine like a menace to society

The richest nigga in the city cosignin' me

My shampoo days done showed me the way

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

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

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

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

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

Still hard to hold the tears back

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

Death before dishonor

[2 Chainz:]

Live long enough, it'll happen to you

Live long

It will, it will

It will, it will

Live long enough, it'll happen to you

Live long

It will, it will

It will, it will

Livin lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. IAmSu!)

[2 Chainz:]

Good head get your rent paid

Then I cut a corner like a switch blade

Bitch made nigga talking shit 'bout me

Got a red car so I bought a red bottom

Chillin' at the game sitting courtside

You looking at the flyest nigga on the boat ride

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

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

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

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

Chillin' in the club standing on the couch

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

Shoes cost more than that shit anyway

Any day, when the semi spray, bet it penetrate

Brrraaatt, better duck, nigga!

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

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

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

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

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

Motherfuck the other side, (motherfuck the other side)

Motherfuck the other side, (motherfuck the other side)

Everything official, my pistol's dismissin' missiles

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

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

Still fuck a girl with my chain out

Still do my thing with my thing out

Long ass clip, I could shoot you without aiming

My life, your motherfuckin' entertainment

Dangerous, leave you with the angels

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

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

They came close and it just skeet

They tried to run and I said "Come back"

If you think you're alone then there Bobby Womack

Hold that, ridin' that Phantom down Old Nat

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

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

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

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

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

[IamSu!:]

Ride around on my side of town

You might fuck around and get peeled

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

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

I knew he was a fake, got good intuition

23 and I'm still livin'

Been all around the world and it's still Richmond

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

Got me in that water, bet it boil

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

Consider your bitch my employ', real to the core

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

Y'all rap 'bout clothes that you cannot afford

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

Everything we rap 'bout, that shit be ours

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

[2 Chainz:]

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

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

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

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

2 Chainz other songs:

 

2 Step lyrics - 2 Chainz

 (from "House Party" soundtrack)

Toni

What you know about headrest private jets?

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

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

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

Stick with the clutch, V12, lift it up

Sponsored by the bigger buck, kiss my dick for luck

I'm the man the fans can't boo

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

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

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

I'm the reason they sold the elbows

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

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

Wrist in the bowl, other wrist, it was froze

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

Wallpaper, got it filled up with vegetables

Southside every day, come on, don't hesitate

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Do Toni got the ladies? (Yeah, yeah)

Do Toni drive Mercedes? (Yeah, yeah)

Rep the A like Lil Baby (Yeah, yeah)

Shoot your ass like DaBaby (Yeah, yeah)

Stay out my business, don't take it personal

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

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

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

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

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

Wrote my name in cursive on her punani

I'm never rehearsin', real one all day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, yeah

Slide, slide

Yeah, yeah

Slide, slide

Stick, slide

Stick, slide

Slide, stick

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

 Trying to stay in my zone

Watching enemies close

They be doing the most

So I go through the motions

Five blunts in rotation, five blunts

Five blunts in rotation, five blunts

Five blunts in rotation, five blunts

Five blunts in rotation, five blunts

Good head is my motivation

Gas her up like a service station

Purple drank on you perpetratin'

While you perpetrating, I'm renegotiatin'

Ah, let me think about it

Ah, it's like a bank around me

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

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

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

Ain't nothing slick to a can of oil

Roll up, I'm high as fuck

Some of you niggas ain't try enough

Some of you niggas ain't buy enough

You smoking good, put your lighters up

Trying to stay in my zone

Watching enemies close

They be doing the most

So I go through the motions

Five blunts in rotation, five blunts

Five blunts in rotation, five blunts

Five blunts in rotation, five blunts

Five blunts in rotation, five blunts

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

Bad bitches calling the radio, keep my joints in rotation

Keep throwing money on

Her ass, she keep that joint in rotation

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

And I'm hella faded – getting elevated

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

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

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

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

We done tried a few things now you tryna move in

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

I'm a roll a few grams

And follow through with the plan

Hold up

Pour some gin in her cup – she taking shots

Bend her down to the front – she taking shots

Trying to stay in my zone

Watching enemies close

They be doing the most

So I go through the motions

Five blunts in rotation, five blunts

Five blunts in rotation, five blunts

Five blunts in rotation, five blunts

Five blunts in rotation, five blunts

One more to get my lungs warm

Two more to get me numb to it

Let me tell you niggas

Feel this, he'll realize

I gotta deodorize all the unsure

Made millions with Shawn Corey

Chief a lot, shout out Reese and them

Shout out, Gleesh and and Lil Meatchi

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

Like a nigga out the globe, with a nigga throwed

Like a cornerback in the flat, nigga in the zone

Like an ornament on a tree, home in the tree

How you gonna eat? Carnivores need beef

Well I need beats

Been doing this, been proving it

Now these niggas give it up like they do at Lent

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

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

Ohhh, tryna stay in my zone

I ain't ready to go

And I thought I was on

'Til I seen Puffy Combs

Five blunts, nigga fired up

Nigga might slide off with y'all joint

I got some later joints, and now joints

I got emergency hoes, like firetrucks

You a wannabe clone, you never authentic

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

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

You just wanna be hard 'til you see all us

Ho

Trying to stay in my zone

Watching enemies close

They be doing the most

So I go through the motions

Five blunts in rotation, five blunts

Five blunts in rotation, five blunts

Five blunts in rotation, five blunts

Five blunts in rotation, five blunts

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

 [2 Chainz:]

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

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

Smokin' on that strong, that's that steroid

They tryna kick me out like A-Rod

I used to run the base like A-Rod

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

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

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

When I get me a check, niggas gotta respect it

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

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

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

We need us a doctor, for drinkin' the vodka

That piña colada, I might shit a lobster

I just said that shit with my eyes closed

I can count a hundred thousand while I'm blindfolded

See you out, nigga, watch I get to it

CUI, nigga, mean the chopper under influence

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

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

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

I need a chinchilla, before I get frostbite

Put the white girl in the middle, call it Klondike

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

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

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

Smokin' on that strong, that's that steroid

They tryna kick me out like A-Rod

I used to run the base like A-Rod

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

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

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

When I get me a check, niggas gotta respect it

[French Montana:]

Move around my town like A-Rod

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

Steroid, on your ass like Hemorrhoids

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

When I get that check, I'mma call Madonna

Call up Cameron Diaz, call up Daisy Fuentes

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

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

God dammit, I done came up, nigga

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

Gettin' this change, never changed up, nigga

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

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

Breakin' up the rock, Dame Dash

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

Playin' with the base like A-Rod

Playin' with them M's since yay high

Mix it up, drink it, stay high

[2 Chainz:]

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

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

Smokin' on that strong, that's that steroid

They tryna kick me out like A-Rod

I used to run the base like A-Rod

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

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

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

When I get me a check, niggas gotta respect it

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

 Baby I'm a black rockstar sensation

I like what you're doing

Baby give me motivation, woah

Shorty make it clap

Yeah, standing ovation

I'm spending my money

Just to show appreciation, woah

Stick on my hip, woah

So intimidating

I don't post no gun pics

That's incriminating, woah

Shorty make it clap

Yeah, standing ovation

I'm spending my money

Just to show appreciation

Show show

Show appreciation

Show appreciation

Show appreciation

You can throw them fits (woah)

Ima throw a couple dollars (woah)

Balenci's ain't your style (woah)

You look better off in Prada

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

All of that ass you got it from yo momma

Sit it on top of me if you a rider

Cause I love how you ride it, yea

You need that Vogue front page

Give you that long stroke wave

When I get you backstage

Baby I'm a black rockstar sensation

I like what you're doing

Baby give me motivation, woah

Shorty make it clap

Yeah, standing ovation

I'm spending my money

Just to show appreciation, woah

Stick on my hip, woah

So intimidating

I don't post no gun pics

That's incriminating, woah

Shorty make it clap

Yeah, standing ovation

I'm spending my money

Just to show appreciation

Show show

Show appreciation

Show appreciation

Show appreciation

Eat it, beat it, trip

Laid up

Make her, hold my kids

Daycare

This ain't, no cap

Mayweather

Pulling up on you

Stay there

Accommodation

Motivation

Plant a seed

Cultivation

You had my kids

Appreciation

I love you

I take you places

I buy you things

VVSs

Diamond rings

Rolex's on both arms

Ice around her neck

Her good hair make her throat warm

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

Black leather with the Margielas

Two Rolls Royce umbrellas

I crossed over they tried to call carry

Pop star from a trap star

This shit here authentic

TONI

Baby I'm a black rockstar sensation

I like what you're doing

Baby give me motivation, woah

Shorty make it clap

Yeah, standing ovation

I'm spending my money

Just to show appreciation, woah

Stick on my hip, woah

So intimidating

I don't post no gun pics

That's incriminating, woah

Shorty make it clap

Yeah, standing ovation

I'm spending my money

Just to show appreciation

Show show

Show appreciation

Show appreciation

Show appreciation

Baddest lyrics - Yung Bleu, Chris Brown & 2 Chainz

 (Romano)

(Hitmaka!)

(OG Parker)

Sexy motherfucker, you the baddest one (Woah)

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

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

You tryna fall in love (Oh)

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

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

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

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

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

I know you ain't the only one

See you with your friends, you got a

Brand new Benz, you got a

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We can link after the club, I got a penthouse

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

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

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

Sexy motherfucker

Sexy motherfucker, you the baddest one (Woah)

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

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

I'm tryna fall in love (Oh)

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

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

Sexy motherfucker

You know I got your back, baby (Back)

We ain't gotta talk about it (Right)

Your booty stickin' out, they gotta walk around it

Take my queen to King of Diamonds (Mm)

PJ, I switch the climate

It ain't no seat assignment

Doze off, wake up on an island (Yeah)

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

Rolls and a couple truck

I bought a couple zips

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

Oh, we gon' really trip (Trip)

Pussy on fingertips (Mm)

Yeah, I'ma kiss them lips

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

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

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

Pussy too wet for me to fuck you on my sofa

Mess it up (Yeah)

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

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

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

I'm tryna fall in love (Oh)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sexy motherfucker, hmm

Sexy motherfucker, hmm

Sexy motherf-

Sexy motherfucker

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

 [Quavo {2 Chainz}:]

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

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

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

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

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

Uh, yeah, baller alert

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

Uh, yeah, follow alert

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

Uh, yeah, profit come first

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

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

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

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

Making them bricks take a bath (Woo)

Lil biddy bitch, do the math (Yeah)

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

Must be bulletproof (Brrrp)

This shit bigger than you (It big)

This shit bigger than you

[2 Chainz:]

Chain so big, should have came with a kick stand

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

Barely came up out the mud like quicksand (barely)

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

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

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

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

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

[Quavo {2 Chainz}:]

Uh, yeah, baller alert

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

Uh, yeah, follow alert

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

Uh, yeah, profit come first

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

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

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

This shit bigger than you (hey)

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

Making the bricks take a bath (woo)

Lil biddy bitch, do the math (yeah)

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

Must be bulletproof (brrrp) {bye}

This shit bigger than you (it big)

This shit bigger than you

[Drake (Quavo):]

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

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

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

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

Where the racks at? (Racks)

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

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

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

[Quavo {2 Chainz}:]

Uh, yeah, baller alert

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

Uh, yeah, follow alert

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

Uh, yeah, profit come first

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

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

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

This shit bigger than you (Hey)

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

Making the bricks take a bath (Woo)

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

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

Must be bulletproof (Brrrp, {bye})

This shit bigger than you (It big)

This shit bigger than you

[2 Chainz:]

Touchscreen on my cars, vintage one to two

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

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

They asked me what I call millions, comin' soon

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

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

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

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

[Quavo {2 Chainz}:]

Uh, yeah, baller alert

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

Uh, yeah, follow alert

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

Uh, yeah, profit come first

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

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

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

This shit bigger than you (Hey)

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

Making the bricks take a bath (Woo)

Lil biddy bitch, do the math (Yeah)

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

Must be bulletproof (Brrrp) {Bye}

This shit bigger than you (It big)

This shit bigger than you

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

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

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

VIP the lane (Skrrt), VIP the chain

Black Power. White Powder. lyrics - Killer Mike & 2 Chainz

 (from "Rapture" soundtrack)

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

I been in it for some hours

[Killer Mike:]

I got money, I got money

I bought freedom, I bought freedom

I earned my shit riding in them traps serving them geekers

I bought a lawyer, I bought a lawyer

He beat them cases, He beat them cases

You should seen them dirty cracker racist faces

And I walked outta court like Pac sold my last brick and bought a storefront on the block, on the block

Now I'm OG, Now I'm OG

Niggas know me, Niggas know me

But I don't tolerate that conversate bout the ol' me, bout the ol' me

Ain't no workin getting sold round here

If ya high partner don't call my phone or come near

Outta here with that that fuck shit get from round here

Niggas like you and the feds usually come within a year

I don't like you see I bought a few stores from my rivals

Now that ol' money getting laundered up watch it cycle, watch it cycle

Bought my uncle's company now I tow cars, now I tow cars

He made his first half a mil with red tow cars, with red tow cars

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

I been in it for some hours

One time for the dope man dope man just last went up all kid coke man

Two time for the dope man dope man let your mama bum where your ass at coke man

Every Thanksgiving people get a turkey cause the government looking at 'em like they ain't worth eh

Politicians sending niggas off to prison while they actin like they reputation clean as the church

We celebrate Pablo and Chapo, we don't really give a fuck about a cop though

I'm a mover and a shaker I'm a real money maker and its known I used to sell cocaine

I'm a player I'm a player and the player know the mayor and the mayor know I know some thangs

When my cousin caught a case see the mayor was a counselor in college they whipped them thangs

I ain't never had a plug named Julio, but I'm a tell you right now its who ya know

I ain't never had a flight down to Mexico, but it took me 3 bricks to buy a CITGO

And a CITGO and a CITGO, fat nigga went legit and got rich folks

Did what I had to do to get paid, escape the game like a runaway slave

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

I been in it for some hours

[2 Chainz:]

'Bout 14 I start selling nicks

By 15 I got a felony

By 16 I got my driver's license start using J's car to pedal lean

College Park that my stompin' ground

Used to trap out the apartments

Got my baggies and digi scale

Bought a doll out the Starship

Got my first slab outta Bouldercrest

Got my second slab outta Bouldercrest

Got my third slab Bouldercrest

By my fourth slab I was paying rent

Mama said I was responsible

I was raised by Dr. Huxtable

I ain't never been comfortable

Hot dogs and pork and bean lunchables

God Bless all my enemies

Got 2 buildings on Peters Street

3 studios and a day care

Crib in Florida don't stay there

Just to show you where I came from

This the land of the bass drum

Grandmama was the Xan plug

Strip club got a fan club, ya dig!

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

I been in it for some hours

Cater lyrics - Tink & 2 Chainz

 Yeah (Hitmaker)

Walk in smelling like bond number Nina

Cater to me and I'm a make you Aquafina

Met her in Miami and she half Latina

And to me a old school is a mutherfucking beamer (Yeah)

You been on your grind and the way you shine, I'm falling in love

Swallow my pride, no one alive is gonna separate us

Sit it on your lap, I massage your back anytime you had a long day

You about your check and I show respect 'cause I know you count it five ways

Ooh, just wanna put my arms around him

Ooh, life would be purposeless without him

I'm a kiss to neck and I'm at my best when I got you standing right here

Cook you a meal and I wash your clothes just to show you I care

I'ma cater to you

You're the man of my dreams, I wanna fulfill all your needs

Oh, yeah

Let me cater to you

I admire your hustle, stay in your duffle

Toni

I like your skin on the tip of my tongue

Kick it like Air Jordan ones (Ones)

Goyard suitcase, you know I'm a trip

On reposado, you know what I sip

Put you to bed, you thought it was NyQuil

Put you to bed, you think it's Bendryl

I been a drill, nine months after might need it Enfamil

This a real game, this is not intramural

Cater to me, I'm a cater to you

Cater to me, ain't telling the favors I do for you boo

Thought about you when I walked in the booth

Thought about you when I woke up this morning

You look at me too long and it make me horny

Come on and ride on me, baby, now this high performance

Sit back and let Tink do the chorus

I'ma cater to you

You're the man of my dreams, I wanna fulfill all your needs

Oh, yeah

I'm a cater to you

I admire your hustle, stay in your duffle

I'm so glad to call this mine

I do anything to prove what you mean to me

Just tell me what you need

You deserve it all, so

I'ma cater to you (You)

You're the man of my dreams, I wanna fulfill all your needs

Oh, yeah (Let me)

Let me cater to you (Only to you)

I admire your hustle, stay in your duffle yeah (Oh)

I'ma cater to you

I'ma cater to you

Dead Man Walking lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Future)

 [2 Chainz:]

I see dead men walking

Buddah Bless this beat

I see dead men walking

I see dead men walking

I see dead men walking (Toni)

I see dead men walking

I see dead men walking

She got a straight pin walkin'

I got the dead men flockin'

I got the hand-held rocket

I never count a man pocket

I get through the red tape

I'm 'bout to race a red Wraith

Dressed every day like the red carpet

I'm showin' growth, had to dreadlock it

I get long neck, ostrich

I take a sexy thing shopping

I'm doin' everything, bossin'

I'm smokin' Mary Jane, flossin'

I got the sauce like teriyaki

Kickin' my shit like Texas Walker

You and your homie are the same target

Put you both in the same coffin

South L Schwarzenegger, strong pay

Porsche killer, klepto, ho-stealer

Highlights, SportsCenter

Big money, no feelings

Big car, no ceiling

Big deal, big wheelin'

Richard Mille, six figures

I see dead men walking (Yeah)

I see dead men walking (Yeah)

I see dead men walking (Uh)

I see dead men walking (Damn)

I see dead men walking (Uh)

I see dead men walking (Yeah)

I see dead men walking

Yeah

[Future:]

Vintage Rolex, Redd Foxx

Pussy soakin', bedrock

Made the coke pop lock

Yeah turn hard rock

Push up on ya exotic, uh-huh

I put codeine in my body, uh-huh

I put tattoos on my body, uh-huh

Richard Mille cost a Bugatti, uh-huh

Ain't have no sheets on the bed (Woo)

I was just countin' up the deads

Hopped on the G4, the stewardess gave me head, chi-chi, woo

I know how to change my voice, finna rob me a nigga, brrt, give it up

Know how to hold that fork in the Pyrex pot, then you cook it up, hmm, hmm

I keep the fives, the tens, the fifties and hundreds are slices of bread, yeah

My chains are hittin' her head, I still got licked up, yeah, yeah

Talkin' to my main bitch, gettin' my dick sucked, yeah, yeah

Plug talk, quarter-brick, bricked up, ayy

[2 Chainz:]

I see dead men walking (Yeah)

I see dead men walking (Yeah)

I see dead men walking (Uh)

I see dead men walking (Damn)

I see dead men walking (Uh)

I see dead men walking (Yeah)

I see dead men walking

Yeah

Devil Just Trying To Be Seen lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Skooly)

 (Devil just tryna be seen, tryna be seen)

Aye-aye (Devil just tryna be seen, June, you're a genius)

That right? (Devil just tryna be—)

Mm, okay

The devil just tryna be seen (The devil just tryna be seen)

You can't be falling asleep

That shit'll turn to a nightmare now (Nightmare)

Just imagine he pop up in your dreams (Mm), uh

Shit, I had to turn to a fiend (Fiend, yeah, fiend)

That shit turned me to a beast (Beast on the streets and I go), ha

Beast on the streets and I— Yeah (That shit turned me to a beast)

Beast on the streets and they know it

Beast on the streets and they know it (That shit turned me to a beast)

Beast on the streets and you know it

Beast in the streets and you know it

Lil' homie poppin' pills

Broke in the building to see what he could steal (Boostin')

Product of being left in the field

Need a vest, rifle, and a shield (Boom)

Image of a murder I don't wanna see

Nigga too young to have a will (Ooh)

Peace (Peace), I'm blessed (Blessed)

I'm strapped (Strapped), no less (Uh)

Don't try it (Uh)

It might be your day to die, you can go to rest (Uh)

The rest, they go march in Dickies (Dickies)

Got a whole palm full of blickies

Ain't no room for them pickets

Yeah, uh (Uh)

Niggas still saying fuck 12 (12)

Niggas still saying fuck Candice (Fuck Candice)

Niggas still saying fuck Karen (Fuck)

Yeah, vicariously

Being a kingpin was something that was cool to be (Tell 'em)

It's therapy

Turn a racist to a motherfuckin' eulogy (Brr)

Beast on the streets and I— Yeah (Woo)

Beast on the streets and they know it (Uh)

Beast on the streets and they know it (Right)

Beast on the streets and you know it (Uh, uh-oh, yeah)

Beast in the streets and you know it (Yeah, in the streets and you know, yeah)

Beast in the streets and you know it (Yeah)

(Beast in the streets and they—) Oh, right there? (Yeah)

I— I got your flavor of choice (What?)

Hit you in the face with a Porsche (What?)

Jumped off the porch a lil' early (Early)

Forty got thirty like Curry (Fah, fah)

You can get flatlined

Basically 'bout time (Yeah, 'bout time)

Better be 'bout yours, 'cause I'm really 'bout mines ('Bout mines)

Wanna commit a crime

So I ain't the one cryin' (I ain't the one cryin')

I'm in alliance with the higher

Shooters want a job and they get hired (Hired)

But I'm a shooter, nigga

I'll shoot your shooter, nigga, 'til I get tired (Uh, huh)

Talk that bando shit (Bando, bando)

Did that, get locked up, get out

Nigga, they can't tell me shit (Can't tell me shit)

I done work hard for that

Know how many my dawgs barked for this (Barked, woo)

I don't need to borrow shit

This right now, no tomorrow shit (Right now, boom, yeah)

Beast on the streets and I— Yeah (Beast on the streets and I—)

Beast on the streets and they know it (Uh)

Beast on the streets and they know it (Beast)

Beast on the streets and you know it (Uh, beast, beast)

Beast in the streets and you know it (Yeah, beast on the streets and you know, ah)

Beast in the streets and you know it

The south got somethin' to say, that's all I got to say

Dresser (Lil Boy) lyrics - 2 Chainz

[Part 1: Dresser]

[2 Chainz:]

.454, I pull up on niggas, I tell 'em lets get it

Niggas they talkin' on Twitter, you niggas you know you gon get it

Benjamin Franklin, niggas know that I keep it 100

Got me a new clip for my .223 and that bitch hold a hundred

[Young Thug:]

I'm still in the hood, I got me a check and I don't want no Nike's

Bitches, they suckin', and fuckin', they do everything except bite it

I can go slow like an old man, I can go fast like I got nitrous

Spent 20 racks for my brother's appeal and I ain't talkin' no Vicodin

Over 1 mil in this room, bitch, I kinda sound like a Pisces

Lil bitch you know I'm the bomb and 2 Chainz the light, no lightnin'

[2 Chainz:]

Wow, these bitches excited, me and Thugger, we 'bout to start up a riot

I ain't got no pussy all week, I'm on that "bitch, suck my dick" diet

[2 Chainz (Young Thug):]

(Monica, come home to me, yea come home to me my dear)

Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser

Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser

(Teresea, I'm tired of lookin' bae, I'm into you, your rear)

Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser

Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser

Ain't nothin' special man, I sold it all yester'

Pull in Phipps Plaza in a motherfuckin' Tesla

Ain't no pressure when you got a little extra

Put them beams on your face, have 'em lookin' like freckles

(Dammit man, I do not know Tar but I'm having Xan's)

(My bitch pussy wet like it's wetting rain)

(This bitch clap on me while I clap at mans, woah)

Got Balenciaga's I ain't even wore yet

Half a pound of gas I ain't smoke yet

Traphouse filled up with Ziploc

Use to get my living room suite from Big Lots

In a strip club with some flip-flops

Thought it's the time, baby it's not

Got a lotta windows on my crib, nigga

Bout to put that motherfucker in a tint shop

[Young Thug (2 Chainz):]

(Monica, come home to me, yea come home to me my dear)

Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser

Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser

(Teresea, I'm tired of lookin' bae, I'm into you, your rear)

Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser

Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser

[Part 2: Lil Boy]

Who killed little boy, who killed little boy?

Rat infested hallways, no escape, no escape

From misery, no way out from that hell

[2 Chainz:]

I'm bout to give these niggas what they ask for

I used to have to argue with my land lord

Yea, my nickname is Tity Boi

Bitch gotta have at least a handful

All my cribs came with a damn pool

Used to stash work in my camel

Young 6'5" with the handle

If you don't watch Atlanta then you need to turn the channel

See I pull up in this bitch in a Phantom

Front grill looking like it's dancin' (it is)

Put some stacks on your head little boy (lil boy)

Yeah they 'bout to call you the grandson (lil boy)

Pussy nigga gonna need a tampon (lil boy)

Put rifle bullets in a handgun (lil boy)

Keep a bankroll on me, nigga

By the time I eat some bacon I got bands on

All my cars I done put rims on 'em

I done touched down, no end zone

All that bitch do is run her mouth, nigga

On the right but that bitch got a Sprint phone (hello?)

Man she got about 100 acres

Enough yard for me to put a couple Benz's on

And I just pop me a perc

I might fuck that bitch with my Timbs on

(Truuuuuu)

Expensify This lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Adam Scott)

 Woke up in a California king

Gold watch, gold chain, gold ring

I know they admire my movements

I been partyin' since Tuesday

Every day a blessing, I won't spoil it

So I had to buy me a gold toilet

Only sit in a first class seat

Then I roll one up with the old receipts (Yeah)

2 Chainz, baby, don't lie to me

Time and space don't apply to me

My garage, abracadabra

Ice whip, two chicks that look like Cleopatra

Whip too refined for the horsepower

Got it runnin' off a seafood tower

Know that I'm here for a reason

Car so cold that it's sneezin'

Day in the life of a baller (Yeah)

Day in the life of a baller

If the money was a lady (Lady)

I would have to call her, call her (Hello)

Stop by mom's crib to get a lighter

Got the whole house decked in designer (Mom)

Quick walkthrough, I'm the VIP

Touch screen door eye scan complete (Tell 'em)

Five-star chef fixin' lunch meat

Marble statue of an emoji

Look at all these chains and they all custom

And they so long, you could double dutch 'em (Tru)

Brought rare back, in a care pack

Rode a bear's back, brought the bear back (What?)

Yeah to do that it take skills (Skills)

ATM next door printin' bills (Bills)

Diamond football, chillin' in a damn box

Jet ski, even though it's landlocked

But now it's time to get married

I'm lookin' so fresh that it's scary

I walk down the aisle and I dap the priest

'Cause I'm so fly, I might marry me

"Will you accept this ring?"

"Hell yeah, let's do this thing"

Day in the life of a baller (Yeah)

Day in the life of a baller

If the money was a lady (Lady)

I would have to call her, call her

Time to hit up my reception

So I drop down to a dimension

Sip Ace of Spades with a porcupine

Two hundred puppies and they all mine

Two million dollars worth of diamonds there

And I paid this dude just to stand there

All animated but it's me, yeah

So I smoked a bong with a reindeer

Gave me the key to the city

And zapped me back kinda quickly

Mama on stage, sippin' champagne

She knew me when I had no chains

Things that I bought so dignified

'Cause I had to snap it with Expensify

Party turned up but it just begun

Expenses paid! (Well my job is done)

Day in the life of a baller (Yeah)

Day in the life of a baller

If the money was a lady (Lady)

I would have to call her, call her (Call her)

Day in the life of a baller (Yeah)

Day in the life of a baller (Tru)

If the money was a lady (Lady)

I would have to call her, call her

G.O.O.D Morning lyrics - 2 Chainz

 [Andrea Martin:]

Im getting this nigga in the morning

He gon' think he been chiefing, just too long when

He see me in the evening, wanna catch all these feelings

Well let me be the first to get mine, Ohh!

[2 Chainz:]

Okay I'm chillin' in my camo, flippin' through the channel

On my GOOD Music shit, my logo's a Lambo

Four doors of ammo, this ammunition I'm pitching

To make your body switch another position

And listen, my weed loud, fuck her and speed off

Tell 'em I bare arms, I'm cuttin my sleeves off

Lettin' my tats show and I sag my pants

Im letting my ass show, I'm hot as tabasco

I study, Castro, yeah, my plug from Cuba

Inside of the car is like a damn computer

Inside of the crib is like a damn museum

You ain't seen these before, you better get 'em on film

Tryin to take these fat pockets, man your chances are slim

Disrespect, you stomp em out, man give em a Tim

You ain't did what I did, see I know I'mma win

And they dont have slow-motion so I did it again

Woah!

[Andrea Martin:]

Im getting this nigga in the morning

He gon' think he been chiefing, just too long when

He see me in the evening, wanna catch all these feelings

Well let me be the first to get mine, Ohh!

[2 Chainz:]

Okay I'm sittin' on the plane, flying over graves

I am so high, nigga I can talk to rain

My outfit's insane, ain't that evident?

My chain had another chain like it was pregnant

My favorite dish is turkey lasagna

Even my pajamas designer

She got a fat ass I make her rewind

Back seat so big I press recline

Got a dirty sprite in my cup holder

Rappers like road kill, they get run over

They get done over, it's just one solider

This flow will make you fall like its October

Me and your girl, nigga opposite of sober

Celine Paris chain charm look like a cobra

Young Casanova, Baby Romeo

I got my girl geeked, she look like she from Tokyo

[Andrea Martin:]

Im getting this nigga in the morning

He gon' think he been chiefing, just too long when

He see me in the evening, wanna catch all these feelings

Well let me be the first to get mine, Ohh!

Gang Up lyrics - Young Thug, 2 Chainz, Wiz Khalifa & PnB Rock

 (from "The Fate Of The Furious" soundtrack)

[PnB Rock:]

Oh yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm with the gang, gang, gang and we 'bout to go up

Switching lanes, it's a thang, every time we show up

You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us

Bet your hoe, she know us

'Cause you know we blowed up

We stay down

And came up, and came up

We stay down

We came up, the gang up

[2 Chainz:]

2 Chainz (Yeah)

I'm a villainous winner

With precision, I'm killing

Represent the religion

Ended up independent

Took my car to the clinic

Let 'em check all the vitals

Middle finger to rivals

Michael Jackson, my idol

Still ducked in a pie hole

Talk to the plug, every day except Cinco de Mayo

I still got me a Carlo

Still got money, Carlo

Your car running so bad, it stink up to your parlor

Call my rollie a Ralo

Call my AP a app

I ain't talking seat-belts when I say that I'm strapped

I'm in love with my side hoe

I sneak up through the side door

I'm a show you what we ride for

I'm a show you what we die for

[PnB Rock:]

I'm with the gang, gang, gang and we 'bout to go up

Switching lanes, it's a thang, every time we show up

You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us

Bet your hoe, she know us

'Cause you know we blowed up

We stay down

And came up, and came up

We stay down

We came up, the gang up

[Young Thug:]

I'm in my same lane, lane that ain't gon' ever change up

I blow the brain out the range like a tasandra

Here's R.I.P. to Paul Walker homie, he gotta stand up

We had you main on us, no we got stains on us

And all we gotta do is stay down and come up while they flexin' (What we gotta do?)

Yeah, I got her Indian and she Western

Yeah, just say so, money your best friend

Then that fast and furious started nesting

Say I'm bout to go take off on you (Take off on you)

Is staying, is you rolling like a scroller? yes you are

Your ready to take off like a 1980 Coke

He know that Instagram shit, are you gon' post that

[PnB Rock:]

I'm with the gang, gang, gang and we 'bout to go up

Switching lanes, it's a thang, every time we show up

You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us

Bet your hoe, she know us

'Cause you know we blowed up

We stay down

And came up, and came up

We stay down

We came up, the gang up

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Yeah, I'm always with my gang

We always ready to ride 'case for the squad, we'll do anything

Stay down, we'll never change

We always gon' stay the same

Put you in check, when you outta place

I try to tell 'em not to mess with my gang, gang, gang

We do what we gotta do and don't complain-plain-plain

I'm on the road, I'm probably fresh up off the plane, plane, plane

Know you heard about me, I do my thang, thang, thang

I got the world on my back

I put your girl on her back

I did it all on my own

Now there ain't no turning back

And my whole squad got my back

And shawty so bad, I asked her if she repped the gang, she said "Facts"

Gang, gang, gang

[PnB Rock:]

I'm with the gang, gang, gang and we 'bout to go up

Switching lanes, it's a thang, every time we show up

You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us

Bet your hoe, she know us

'Cause you know we blowed up

We stay down

And came up, and came up

We stay down

We came up, the gang up

Givin' Up (Not The One) lyrics - Don Toliver, 21 Savage & 2 Chainz

 (from "SPIDER-MAN: ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE" soundtrack)

But I'm not like the others

I don't always like what I have to do (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

But I know I have to be the one to do it

I've given up too much to stop now

I can't be the one here givin' up

I'm not the one here givin' up (No)

Time is up, but I can't feel what it was

If you were me, would you give up?

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up)

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up)

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up)

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up)

Woah, woah

Every obstacle I overcame

Pushed through it, I ain't point to blame

Kept my focus

Every time they tried to hold me back I broke up out they chains

Reached the top, still remain the same

Hit the bottom, get up, no complain

Walk on the stage and they all yell my name

They doubt me, but I always do my thing

'Cause they count on me (21)

I got a family to feed (21)

Duckin' the envy and greed (On God)

Street smart, but I still read (On God)

Give birth to heroes, I breed (21)

I smell a win and get tea (21)

Let down the top, feel the breeze (Straight up)

How you gon' give up on me? (On God)

How you just give up on we? (21)

I never quit, though

Got a house, not spotted with a brick, though (Facts)

Say you hungry, all you wanna do is sit, though (Facts)

I'm a leader, I'll show you how to fish, though (21)

If you wanted, there's some things you gon' miss, though (21)

I got goals everybody ain't built for (21)

I ain't stoppin' 'til I get what I'm here for (On God)

I can't be the one here givin' up

I'm not the one here givin' up (No)

Time is up, but I can't feel what it was

If you were me, would you give up?

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up)

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up)

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up)

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up)

Yeah, 2 Chainz

Love me or love me not, link at the [?] spot

[?] front, we work, that was a hand-me-down

I wasn't stunned, I'll make 'em stand around

I got a stick with a bandana 'round

Never gave up on me, I am your favorite OG

Make your baby OD when she on me

Told him, "In my time," just so you know I ain't lyin'

I bought my whole clique some new Rollies

Alone, never lonely

Roll with the real, never phony

Do 24 like I'm Kobe

My superhero, we goated

It was the street that have motive

I got a car and new wheel (Wheel)

I got new thoughts on the head

Man with the flow and the beard

You know I heard what you said

Now when I'm droppin' the top

Don't let that go over your head

I can't be the one here givin' up (Yeah)

I'm not the one here givin' up (No)

Time is up, but I can't feel what it was

If you were me, would you give up? (Mmm)

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up)

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up)

I'm not the one here givin' up (True, I'm not the one here givin' up)

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up, tell 'em)

Fair enough

Is part of your life (Is part of your life)

I see you runnin' and out of time

Is part of your life (Is part of your life)

Being Spider-Man is a sacrifice

That's the job, that's what you sign up for

Go Get You Some Money lyrics - 2 Chainz & Skooly

 [2 Chainz:]

Yeah

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga gon' stand in the field

Young nigga gon' get him some money

Young nigga gon' threaten to kill

Young nigga gon' get him some money

Young nigga gon' tote him a draco

Young nigga gon' get him some money

Young nigga gon' shoot when I say so

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga gon' get him some money

Young nigga gon' feed your fam

Shit, young nigga ain't tryna be hungry

Young nigga, you doin' a hundred, you doin' it for your mama, yeah

Doin' this here for Drama, here, condoms in Bahamas, yeah

Chopsticks in Katana, yeah, shirt Dolce Gabanna, yeah

I play track and field, shit, run the whole summer

I'm a rapper with a jumper, yeah, I came from the jungle, yeah

Grams in the fender, yeah, fans in the window, yeah

[Skooly:]

Concrete my features, one peep, I'll eat you

Peacoat look like Reeses, ridin' round in a Tee-sla

Oops, damn I mean Tesla, I can be a little extra

I came in with the extras, I'm goin' big in my section

No attention to the pressure, my whole dialog different

My shit wet, watch the leak from it (drip), you won't get it how I'm givin' it

Jimmy dies sent us wet dope, shit done got dry, nigga we winnin'

Martin Luther King with the wordplay, Malcolm X with the defense

[2 Chainz:]

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you a bag

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga don't go out sad

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go feed your family

Young nigga ain't tryna be hungry

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you a bag

Young nigga go get you some money, uh

[Skooly:]

Uh, I'm back bitch, quite fantastic

Really got a bag in, really need a bad bitch

I ain't really average, young on that savage shit

Bitch I just got the new Jag and I'm bein' classy

Watch where you ash your shit, huh

I brought my mans out, huh, he brought the bags out, huh

I brought your bitch with me, huh, and she brought that ass out, huh

And they can't do shit with me, huh, them niggas asked out, huh

Can't even speak with me, huh, I brought them stands out

I was helpin' my mans out, you was up in the damn house

They wonder how brother was gettin' them yams out

It was up in the damn couch

They cut off the lights, they cut all the fans out

We got up and we ranned out

I really was broke, I was damn down

I couldn't even go to my fan house, shit

[2 Chainz:]

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you a bag

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga don't go out sad

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go feed your family

Young nigga ain't tryna be hungry

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you a bag

Young nigga go get you some money, uh

[Skooly:]

Uh, go get it, uh, go get it

Uh, go get it, uh, go get it

Yeah, uh-oh

Yeah, go get it

Go, go, go get it

Yeah, go get it

Ah-ah-ah, right now

Ah, come on

Go, go

Good Drank 2.0 lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Quavo & Gucci Mane)

 [2 Chainz:]

Uhh, alright

I did, haha, yeah

Used to treat my mattress like the ATM, yeah

Bond number 9 that's my favorite scent, yeah

Can't forget that kush, I'm talking OG, yeah

Rest in peace to pop, he was an OG, alright now

285 I had that pack on me, uh

I cannot forget I had that strap on me, yeah

Rest in peace to my nigga Dawg (Troup)

All we ever want to do was ball

That was the easy part, we playing that Weezy hard

We sit in the kitchen late, we tryna to make an escape

Tryna make me a mil, so I'ma keep me a plate

I told 'em shawty can leave, so I'ma keep me a rake

So I'ma keep me a Wraith, my jewelry look like a lake

Today I'm in a Maybach and that car came with some drapes

You know I look like a safe, I put you back in your place

I look you right in your face, sing to your bitch like I'm Drake

2 Chainz!

[The Trap Choir & Quavo:]

Good drank, big knots

Good stuff, I put a four on the rocks (lean!)

Drop top, no hot box

12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops

She said the love give her thizz face

Put that thing in her rib cage

Whips out, Kunta Kinte

Diamonds clear like Bombay

Take your babies, no Harambe

Play with keys like Doc Dre

3K like André

And your girl, tell her come here

[Gucci Mane:]

Your trunk in the front

Well check this out my top in the trunk

You play with my money

Then check this out you're poppin' the trunk

Three mil in a month

But I just did three years on a bunk

Oh, you in a slump

I'm headed to Oakland like Kevin Da Runt

What is your point?

Square with the stamp, fuck Kevin Durant

Lay on my trap

Play with my cap and I'll knock off your hat

I'm taking the cheese and killing the rats

Gucci Mane, call me the cat with the racks

I'm swervin', but I'm in back of the 'Bach

Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq

I'm servin', I pay a bird for that

He nervous, I ain't got no word for that

He hurt and want all of his purses back

He mixing the syrup with the Percocets

She perfect and she got perky breasts

I just want some of that turkey neck

Trapper of the year, I'm from Bouldercrest

You snitch of the year cause you told the best

[The Trap Choir & Quavo:]

Good drank, big knots

Good stuff, I put a four on the rocks (lean!)

Drop top, no hot box

12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops

She said that molly give her thizz face

Put the thing in her rib cage

Whips out, Kunta Kinte

Diamonds clear like Bombay

Take your babies, no Harambe

Play with keys like Doc Dre

3K like André

And your girl, tell her come here

[2 Chainz:]

Favorite rapper, that's 3K

Yeah Sudd that's my DJ

Mike Dean on the piano

Put the work on the E-way

Guwop right next to me

So you know Bouldercrest with me

Man it's hard for you to mess with me

Now you're looking at the best really

Diamonds dancing like Bentley

Might leave in a Bentley

Kinda hard to get with me

Can't believe it like Ripley

Pretty girls like trap music

Man I used to want a condo

Started off in the basement

Ended up on the top floor

Yeah, you listening to the top flow

Now you looking at the top tier

From grams to the Grammys

Told y'all it was our year

Told y'all it was my year

Told y'all it was my year

Told y'all it was my year

Man you looking at the evidence

Yeah God, that's my president

Hell nah, I don't hesitate

I ain't met a girl can curve me

Let a motherfucker set it straight, for real

Hot Wings lyrics - 2 Chainz

 (Hit-Boy)

I'm the big homie now

Don't forget that, I'm the big homie now

I got my spunk, Louie Vuitton

Truck in the front, what're you doin'?

I look so good, don't call me Unc'

She wanna suck, this ain't a Buick

I pull it up, they wanna fuck

We gon' get high, what're we doing?

I got some Perc, I got a pound

I got a crib, let's go get to it

I got a semi, I got a Draco

Word to my family, straight outta ClayCo

Thought I was sweet, just like a Faygo

But I had killers all on my payroll

Watch how I move, just like it Rayon

64 Chainz, just like the crayons

I bought a hat, the one with the A on it

Pulled out my dick, told her to stay on it

I had a paper tag on three of 'em

I had the top dropped with the friends

I told 'em deuce, one like Deion

I say deuce, one like Deion

I go Bruce Wayne on you peons

Shit, I fuck with the Falcons, true (True)

Had more sacks than a lineman

I shoulda got a Heisman too, nigga, ha

Shit, shoot 'cause they hikin' that, hike

Check like a Nike hat, yup

I got the Midas pack, uh

Told the bih "Quiet, relax," uh

I got my ho on the other line

I'm not bipolar, but borderline

I just might switch lanes, drop her off

Go back, get fried

That's all she want, hot wings

Bitches fuckin' for some hot wings

Bitches fuckin' for American Deli

Bitches fuckin' for some eye cream

She just want her twenty piece

All flats with the lemon pepper

I was the first one to put her in the first class

Bitch, get your shit together

Bitch ain't never flown before

Bitch tried to come through security

With some tennis shoes on, ho

Take the shit off, bitch

Real big, big boss music (Boss music)

Big boss music

Big boss, big, big boss music (Boss)

That big boss music, big, big, big, big boss music

That big boss music, big, big, big, big boss music

Big boss music

Big, big, big boss music

Big boss music

Big, big, big boss music

Big boss music

You better get used to it

Ain't no falling off, niggas goin' straight up

You better get used to it

I need a raise, I ain't taking paycuts

You better get used to it

100 for a verse, 100 for a show

You better get used to it

Every ten a mill', on the low

I'm all about the bag, no need to brag

Ring cost a Jag, dreads to the back like a shag

Smoke you like SIG in the mag

I'm all over that

They callin' me Flair

They callin' me DiBiase

My girl ballin, Taurasi

2 Chainz, time Versaci

They don't sell 'em in Foot Locker

Curve game on BluBlocker

Southside with a F

F stand for a few options

Dealership, I don't do auctions

Fuck clothes, I need a new closet

My new watch is moonwalkin'

This somethin' she don't do often

Bitch ain't never flown before (Uh)

Bitch tried to come through security

With some tennis shoes on, ho

Take the shit off, bitch

Real big, big boss music (Yeah)

Big boss music

Big boss, big, big boss music (I'm the big homie now)

That big boss music, big, big, big, big boss music

(I'm the big homie)

That big boss music, big, big, big, big boss music

Big boss music

Big, big, big boss music (Big, big)

Big boss music

Big, big, big boss music (I'm the big homie now)

Big boss music (Yeah)

I'm the big homie now, yeah

I'm the big homie now