They Know lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Cap 1 & Ty Dolla Sign)
B.O.A.T.S. II: Me Time (2013)
- Fork
- 36
- Feds Watching
- Where U Been?
- I Do It
- Used 2
- Netflix
- Extra
- U Da Realest
- Beautiful Pain
- So We Can Live
- Mainstream Rachet
- Black Unicorn
- Outroduction
- Employee Of The Month (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
- Live And Learn (I Will) (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
- Livin (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
Fork lyrics - 2 Chainz
Mama, MAMA!
(Wha, What!)
You get that money out my pants last night?
(Boy! Naw I ain't get no money out yo pants! And quit yellin' at me!!)
Ain't nobody hollin' at you!
I had a dream that rap wouldn't work
I woke up on the block, had to hit it with the fork
Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork
Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork
Rap don't work, records ain't bein' sold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
I got Medusa on my sneakers
My dick up like "nice to meet ya"
100K for a feature, hundred K's at my leisure
Then we aim at your people
I be higher than a eagle
When I'm sipping on that codeine
Free my nigga Sigel
Ridin' on a jet, headin' to that Costa
Soon as I land I be in that Testarossa
If I die tonight, you gon' see some flexin' ghostas
I'm the man in my city, same thing in South Dakota
Man I'm running up that check, show you how I do it
I drink red bitches, I don't drink Red Bulls
Man they tried to give me wings, but I already had some
I'm all that and then some, my trap house is my income
And it's booming
I had a dream, rap wouldn't work
Woke up on the block, hit it with the fork
Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork
Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork
Rap don't work, records ain't bein' sold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
2 Chainz!
I'm ballin' like Mr. Clean
I gotta keep my kitchen clean
God bless me like I'm finna sneeze
Doctor weigh me on a triple beam
D-boy in parenthesis
All gold in my amenities
2 Chainz, two pinky rings
My trigger finger's like a lemon squeeze (Baow!)
Climax! Make your main ho my side-chick
I'm so high, your whore get hijacked
And my vision is Pyrex
I do it big like a 5X
Killed they ass with the eyepatch
I got bad bitches on my side
I done fucked around and got sidetracked
My first night, I spent five stacks
Next night I forgot to count
I'm so hot; who gon' put the fire out?
I'm the fireman, I put fire out
Got a pole in my basement
Tipped your girl like Maliah now
Ridin' on these motherfucka's until they blow my tires out, uh
My wrist deserve a shout-out, I'm like "What up, wrist?"
My stove deserve a shout-out, I'm like "What up, stove?"
All this jewelry on then I'm out cold
So much money on me, it won't even fold!
I had a dream, rap wouldn't work
Woke up on the block, hit it with the fork
Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork
Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork
Rap don't work, records ain't bein' sold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
36 lyrics - 2 Chainz
36
That's how many ounces in a brick
36, 36, 36, 36
That's how many ounces in a brick
That's how many ounces in a brick
36
Whip that shit, with my wrist
I might whip your bitch if she ain't with that shit
Young whippersnapper, I might eat that snapper
Got a yellow bitch, gotta whip to match her
All I know is soda bakin', all them other niggas fakin'
Watch them niggas fall to pieces all them other niggas flakin'
Did it for my city sellin' crack out my building
Now I ride around with a crack in the ceiling
Exhale, Ziplock, flip-flop with them burglar doors
Yeah, I got that hard work, nigga, you are unemployed
Residue all on the floor, just made a mill
So you know that's what I'm hungry for, get it how you live
36
That's how many ounces in a brick
36, 36, 36, 36
That's how many ounces in a brick
That's how many ounces in a brick
36
Feds Watching lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Pharrell)
[Pharrell and 2 Chainz:]
Uh, oh, oh, oh
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow (Yeah)
Tomorrow, tomorrow (I'm talking right now)
Tomorrow, tomorrow (I'm talking right now)
Ain't no such thing as tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Uh, the way we living today
I'm talking right now
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Do, do, do, do, do
(2 Chainz!)
[2 Chainz:]
Dreads hang on designer everything
Mr. Comme des Garçons, Mr. Alexander Wang
Mr. Chain, pinky ring, flow insane, ho insane
Man, these shoes I got on, these the hardest I've done seen
It look clean when you pour it; I remix it make it dirty
If she got good head and text me I text back and tell her "hurry"
This that category 5 when I walk up in the strip club
Throw it high, make you and George Washington head butt
OG's never fed us, now young niggas fed up
Ballin' so hard I deserve a and one
Baking soda marketing, I'm getting it ain't I? Obviously
You a bitch, you a ho, that's just my philosophy
And I'm known to kick it like the captain of a soccer team
Billie Jean red leather same color Red Lobster
And she brain wash ya - head doctor
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
[2 Chainz and Pharrell:]
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
Drop top, head bopping
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 bopping
[2 Chainz:]
Grams to Grammys, two guns Yosemite
Niggas put their Glock on your ass, fuck that Heather B
Pumping that amphetamine, all this D I'm peddling
I be somewhere settling, somewhere that you have never been
To the top you never been, you might need a respirator
Money on the rise like I'm counting on an elevator
You gon' need a detonator swimming with them barracudas
Close the docket on that ma'fucka prosecutor
This Armani, this Givenchy, I parachute you
I'm so fly I jumped out the air wearing Gucci (Tell 'em!)
I'm raw, talking California Rolls
Smoking California weed with California hoes (Truu!)
Sending flicks to my partners in the state pen
I just got some pants made out of snake skin
See them shades you got on called Ray-Bans
And the shades I got on cost eight bands (damn)
[2 Chainz and Pharrell:]
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
Drop top, head bopping
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 bopping
Where U Been? lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Cap-1)
[2 Chainz:]
I keep my hoes in check, you buy Nike for yours
Say they want that loud, I'mma bring that noise
Check my watch on a flight, yeah, I call that airtime
Murk 'em in the middle of the street, that gon' be his deadline
Yeah, you gon' respect mine, got a body on my Tec-9
Say you nobody 'till somebody gon' body you, flatline
Pocket full of dead guys and you know I'm anti
Anti-social, anti-lame, but ain't I cool nigga, ain't I?
You looking at a star that's spaced out
Trying to take my style then take off
I go to work with no days off, everything all paid off
Shawty pussy hair shaved off and she did it just for me, nigga
Would skip you like a spacebar, but I much rather delete niggas
I been getting money, where the fuck you been?
I been getting money, where the fuck you been?
I been getting money, where the fuck you been?
I been getting money, where the fuck you been?
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in
I been getting to the money, where the fuck you been?
Gucci hat (Gucci hat), Gucci belt
If you wrote a autobiography, you'd have to sue yourself
Yo' lying ass, codeine in my wine glass
I know you had a wild past, I ain't fucked you in a while with yo' wild ass
I get high and I fly past, I don't know nothing 'bout iChat
I'm working this iPhone, they need an app called iTrap
I trap, shining like a night lamp
I just hit my girlfriend and asked her where her wife at
White cup, white hat, laying on a white couch
Got that presidential in a residential white house
Nigga saying "who?" (who) like a white owl
You can see me shinin' (shinin') with the light out, come on
I been getting money, where the fuck you been?
I been getting money, where the fuck you been?
I been getting money, where the fuck you been?
I been getting money, where the fuck you been?
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in
I been getting to the money, where the fuck you been?
[Cap-1:]
Turn five to a ten to a twenty to fifty
To hundred, my niggas get money, I want it
Ride through the city, my niggas got choppers
My bitch, she's so pretty, that's my Pocahontas
Everything on me, I shine like a trophy
Run up a check while they watch out for police
Versace my pinky, a brick on my Rollie
That Cali Ferrari, I'm feeling like Kobe
T-R-U, that's to the death of me, nigga
Killers on the right and left of me, nigga
My destiny, nigga, to get all this money
I can't, I can't share that whole recipe with ya
My nigga told me "Get 'em, get it?" I got 'em
Stand on that couch and just drink out the bottle
That .40 got hollows, that bitch, she gon' swallow
Get to that money, I'm King of Chicago
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in
Bought that Benz just to fuck your friends
Giuseppe's 900 with the gold bars
Everything about me raw like a dope charge
I been getting money, where the fuck you been?
I been getting money, where the fuck you been?
I been getting money, where the fuck you been?
I been getting money, where the fuck you been?
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in
I been getting to the money, where the fuck you been?
I Do It lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Drake & Lil Wayne)
[2 Chainz:]
Thank God for the first nigga to start trapping
Thank God for the first nigga to start rapping
Thank God for the first girl to start stripping
And I'ma have to keep it muh'fuckin' real with 'em
I got a problem, with these niggas
I got a problem, with these bitches
Trigger finger, keep itchin'
Well I'll pull it, I'll do it, yeah
[2 Chainz (All):]
Yeah! Hang up on a bitch, call it crucified
Time to go to work, no suit and tie
Bumpin' Makaveli, I be trappin' out the telly
My nigga did a dime and he back already
Got that sack already, man we got them racks already
As far as your girl, I hit it from the back already
I tried to get a tan, but I'm black already
Your pockets on a diet, my pockets fat already
Three niggas with me, me myself and I
God don't like ugly, you should testify
My T-shirt come from Bergdorf
I make so much on a verse I take the third off
Bird call, swerve off
Bust a nut on her, tell her that's a load off
Shorty ass soft, like a Nerf ball
If you don't like what I'm doing, nigga, (fuck y'all}
[2 Chainz:]
Thank God for the first nigga to start trapping
Thank God for the first nigga to start rapping
Thank God for the first girl to start stripping
And I'ma have to keep it muh'fuckin' real with 'em
I got a problem, with these niggas
I got a problem, with these bitches
Trigger finger, keep itchin'
Well I'll pull it, I'll do it, yeah
[Drake (Lil Wayne) {Both} & *All*:]
Drank in my cup holder, hope this shit don't spill
Pull up in the new edition and that's word to Johnny Gill
How I come up with this shit and all these verses that I kill?
I have no imagination, everything I do for real
Bitch I'm camouflaged, down put your camera phone down
If she got a ass and the girl a fan, it's going down
I'ma fuck you like I've been waiting a century for it
Give the pussy up and I'll trade you the memory for it
In the bedroom forever, that's what her roommate will tell you
Man I just hear this shit and think about what Tunechi will tell you
He might {call up Patricia, she 'bout to call up Melissa}
(Tell 'em come to the cribbo and do them both, double dribble)
(I'm colder than a hospital, she love the dick that I give her)
(Hit her from the front, back, side, twist her like cigarillos)
(I put the gun to the pillow, I don't want blood on my clothes)
(Gotta keep that Trukfit fresh) {shoutout to all of my hoes}
(Tunechi) That's just how my OG would sum it up
I been working all winter just to fuck the summer up
It's just me and 2 Chainz, but the chain's never tucked though
If you don't like what I'm doing, nigga *fuck y'all*
[2 Chainz:]
Thank God for the first nigga to start trapping
Thank God for the first nigga to start rapping
Thank God for the first girl to start stripping
And I'ma have to keep it muh'fuckin' real with 'em
I got a problem, with these niggas
I got a problem, with these bitches
Trigger finger, keep itchin'
Well I'll pull it, I'll do it, yeah
[Lil Wayne:]
(Well, if you know like I know, that pussy pop like pyro)
(And she know I'm a pothead, that pussy like a pothole)
(I'm colder than a snotnose, man all these hoes is my hoes)
(And if she bougie, fuck her once then leave her hanging, dry clothes)
(I just built a cemetery, niggas dying to get in)
(Niggas lying, they pretend, don't cross that line, it's paper thin)
(High as a star, make a wish, I'm a shark, I ate the fish)
(I got no heart, I hate that bitch)
[2 Chainz (All):]
You hate that bitch? Well I hate that bitch
Will jump a nigga like a chessboard
Do a drive by while you riding on your skateboard, uh
They ain't even know it
Have Drake sing a song just to get her pussy wet
Then I take her to the crib, man, fuck that bitch right on the step
Put it in and take it back out, then I back out
Hair-Hair Weave Killer known to snatch the fucking track out
Put me in the ga-game coach, I'm the antidote
Pull up, kick, throw and take the money, and the dope
True, 2 Chainz, I'm on a plane, and a boat
I am so cold, I need a cover, and a coat
Kick it at the mall, call it football
If you don't like what I'm doing, nigga, (fuck y'all)
[Quartet:]
(Y'all ready? 1, 2, 3)
Right now it's me time
(A little time for myself y'all) Me time
(Oh yeah) Right now it's me time
(Don't want no one else now) Me time
Bitch please don't call my phone (don't call my phone)
Said I wanna be left alone (be left alone)
Please, please don't stop by my home (stop by my home)
No, no cause I feel it's just a matter of time
'Til you people make me lose my mind
I'm 'bout to leave this world behind, yeah, yeah
Right now it's me time
(You need to go kick rocks now) Me time
Used 2 lyrics - 2 Chainz
I still fuck 'em like I used to
I need to put that shit on YouTube
Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy
Single ladies come and have my baby
I still fuck 'em like I used too
I need to put that shit on YouTube
Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy
Hey, my nigga, come and grab your lady
Yeah, I'm the nigga, yeah, don't forget it, yeah
Gold Nefertiti , yeah, Lamborghini, yeah
Man in my city, yeah, they call me Tity, yeah
Bad bitch with me, yeah, she's sidity, yeah
Got her hair fixed, yeah, kinda thick, yeah
Shawty known to strip, yeah, for the rent, yeah
Tryna do a split, yeah, oh shit, yeah
Can you do a split, yeah? On a dick, yeah?
You can't do it with a dick in you
You can't do it like that with a dick in you, uh
You can't do it with a dick in you
You can't do it like that with a dick in you, bitch!
I still fuck 'em like I used to
I need to put that shit on YouTube
Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy
Single ladies come and have my baby
I still fuck 'em like I used too
I need to put that shit on YouTube
Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy
Hey, my nigga, come and grab your lady
Watch how I grab her, yeah, I'mma stab her, yeah
Put it in her bladder, yeah, don't compare me, yeah
Flyin' out to Cali, yeah, in my Ballys, yeah
We go to Miami, yeah, that my family, yeah
ATL my hood, yeah, understood, yeah
Shout out to New Orleans, yeah, it's all good, yeah
Watch how I do, yeah, I'm a fool, yeah
Shawty want that wood, yeah, that pussy good, yeah
Let me see you twerk it, let me see if you can twerk it
Let me see you twerk it, let me see if you can twerk it
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 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