mixtape: Daniel Son; Necklace Don (2016)












Intro lyrics - 2 Chainz

Ayy, and uh
Next up we have, uh, Daniel Son, the Necklace Don

Get Out The Bed lyrics - 2 Chainz

Uh let me get a caesar salad, please, with croutons and codeine dressing, and a diet codeine. On a codeine diet. I get all that shit, I get back on that shit

When I get out the bed, I grind, I hustle
Get out the bed and grind and hustle
Get out the bed and grind and hustle
Get out the bed and grind and hustle
Did it before and I'll do it again
Did it before, I'ma do it again
Did it before, I'ma do it again
Do it again

Been 'posed to stop drinkin'
Pocket full of Ben Franklins
Y'all niggas been hatin'
Balmain mixtape
Surround the booth with yellow tape
Zip the kush then meditate
Your ladder straight, you featherweight
You heavyweight, it's Saturday
Gladiator, tell your neighbor
Gun on table, Buick LeSabre
Do you now, do you later
Dice game, pool table
Two flavors, too anxious
Got to kill these niggas
I don't feel these niggas
Them some stealin' niggas
Them lil' bitty niggas
On Peter St. at my buildin'
Nigga, Keisha's daycare was half a million, nigga

Get out the bed and grind and hustle
Get out the bed and grind and hustle
Get out the bed and grind and hustle
Get out the bed and grind and hustle
Did it before and I'll do it again
Did it before, I'ma do it again
Did it before, I'ma do it again
Did it before

Fell off, came up
Fell off, came back up
Pulled a doolie in Magic parkin' lot
Came back up
Go to the door, don't get searched
Don't have to pay
Walk in, get ones, order wings
Nigga, this the A
AP, Hublot, Patek, Rollie, gold teeth
Niggas stealin' so much sauce
Them niggas damn near stole me
They stole the swag and they stole my license
You don't know about my sacrifices
Today I worked out on my triceps
Bought a room just to shoot dice in
Whip same color Cicely Tyson
Smokin' gas one of my original vices
Made a mil' off my phone devices
Listen to your own advices
I'm laid up, but I'm prayed up
You a handful, you a A cup
Might rock a jersey and a Jacob
Y'all young niggas need to wake up

Get out the bed and grind and hustle
Get out the bed and grind and hustle
Get out the bed and grind and hustle
Get out the bed and grind and hustle
Did it before and I'll do it again
Did it before, I'ma do it again
Did it before, I'ma do it again
Did it before

Ghetto lyrics - 2 Chainz

Excuse me, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me
I'm ghetto, excuse me
I'm ghetto, excuse me
I'm ghetto, excuse me
I'm ghetto, excuse me
I'm ghetto, excuse me
My life is a movie

Yeah, I came from the mud
Came from the bottom
Spot 'em, I got 'em
I bought a bandana for 600 dollars
Mr. Miyagi
I like that pussy real soggy
I bought her noodles and sake
Favorite meal used to be chocolate
I used to stay with my cousins
Heat the house up with the oven
Airport tried to make us move without payin' us
We told 'em we ain't budgin'
We stole our cable from next door
It was still a finesse though
I'm still here, where the rest go?
This right here manifesto
I got some gold on my front tooth
And my hair grow like it's kudzu
Told her take a hike like hut two
I was raised by the Huxtables
I was raised in apartments
Right up under that yellow light
Right on top of that bando
Stand on the couch when I feel like, yeah!

I'm ghetto, excuse me
I'm ghetto, excuse me
Yeah, I'm ghetto, excuse me
Can't make no excuses
I'm ghetto, excuse me
I'm ghetto, excuse me
I'm ghetto, excuse me
My life is a movie

I'm ghetto, excuse me
Please accept my apologies
This a biography
See through you niggas like radio-ology
Yeah, I'm ghetto, excuse me
I dip my bread in the Kool-Aid
My partner wrecked the new car
He only had that bitch two days
When you was rockin' the new Js
I was servin' some new Js
Went to the prom in a J car
He had just bought a new Mustang
Now I walked around with a digi scale
Paraphernalia in fingernails
Yeah you did dirt, but you finna tell
I used to get 20 of 'em in the mail, yeah!

I'm ghetto, excuse me
I'm ghetto, excuse me
Yeah, I'm ghetto, excuse me
Can't make no excuses
I'm ghetto, excuse me
I'm ghetto, excuse me
I'm ghetto, excuse me
My life is a movie

I put hot sauce on my tater chips
The fact I said tater chips
Back on that crazy shit
Me and Ruth Chris, we got a relationship
Yeah I'm ghetto as fuck
I told 'em I got that strong
Tell 'em meet me up the street
For Christmas I want me a stove
For Christmas I want me a scale
For Christmas I want me some sandwich bags
If I go to the hospital
Better put rims on the ambulance
Better put lean in my IV
Nurse better have double Ds
Rest in peace to Double D
I'm from the ghetto, we a hundred deep

I'm ghetto, excuse me
I'm ghetto, excuse me
Yeah, I'm ghetto, excuse me
Can't make no excuses
I'm ghetto, excuse me
I'm ghetto, excuse me
I'm ghetto, excuse me
My life is a movie

You know, as kids we don't choose where we grow up at. You know, it's a living arrangement, it's a living situation. You know, but I'm thankful for everything that I've been through, for every seed that's been planted. You know, everything that grew on me. You dig what I'm sayin'? I come from that. I'm goin' this way, though. You dig what I'm sayin'? Yeah, straight up, a ghetto child, though, man. Super duper blessed, man, super duper blessed. Really anointed, anointed by the Lord so you know, I'm supposed to be here, you know what I'm sayin'? But excuse me, please, excuse me. I'm tryna go that way... that way

Ounces Back lyrics - 2 Chainz

I told her bounce it back
I told her ounces back
I told her bounce it back
You been sellin' drugs for years
Ain't got a bird, nigga
You been sellin' weed, nigga
You ain't a plug, nigga

You know I'm different from them
I'm from a different cloth
I got a nina ross
9th grade, gettin' paid
Sunshine, no shade
All day, errday
Southwest Atlanta, A
Okay
Let me start, nigga
Apartment baby, I can't deny
Transparent, see through it, I like it then I buy
Seen through you niggas like Ziplocs
Gucci be all on my flip flops
Had me more white than a avalanche
I put that gas in a turkey bag

I told her ounces back
I told her bounce it back
I told her ounces back
I told her bounce it back
You been sellin' drugs for years
Ain't got a bird, nigga
You been sellin' weed, nigga
You ain't a plug, nigga

I'm back to my condo on Jupiter
You must have forgot I had it
You already know what I'm mad at
I'm wearin' Hermes as a habit
And I got that hat and the rabbit
So now that we got it established
Who want a gunfight?
Slung it from left right
Back on my bullshit, it ain't nothin' nice
Ain't sacrifice, went Saks twice
That's how I feel, young nigga, yoooooung
Okay, I'm back... where they at?
Yo, Skooly, my nigga
What we gon' do on these niggas?
Rockin' Medusa on niggas
Quality tru
My cousin coolin', meant to say... my bousin boolin'
Goat had them units, Goat had that cookie
I had a plug on it, I brought the kush in
See I wanna rub on it, I miss that pussy
And I'll beat that pussy, friendly reminder
Don't let me find you, I creep up behind you
I give you the Heimlich, you think it's the Heimlich
Then I'ma G5 it, just switched the climate
And this is Bvlgari, and no I'm not sorry
I'ma get married at Benihana's, have the reception at Follie's

I told her ounces back
I told her bounce it back
I told her ounces back
I told her bounce it back
You been sellin' drugs for years
Ain't got a bird, nigga
You been sellin' weed, nigga
You ain't a plug, nigga
I told her ounces back
I told her bounce it back
I told her ounces back
I told her bounce it back
You been sellin' drugs for years
Ain't got a bird, nigga
You been sellin' weed, nigga
You ain't a plug, nigga

Chirp lyrics - 2 Chainz

Yeah man, you know
I just gotta get this shit off my chest, I do, I do
I'm tired of it, I'm sayin' this shit all the time
Like niggas takin' the style, niggas takin' everything a nigga do
I'm 'bout to get an alarm for my shit
Nigga get close to my shit, I'm puttin' a chirp on that shit
Shit gon' go off on niggas
Brr brr! You dig what I'm sayin'?

Try to take my style, nigga, brr brr
Try to take my bitch, nigga, brr brr
Damn, try to take my swag, nigga, brr brr
Yeah, try to take my bag, nigga, brr brr
Yeah, try to hit my gas, nigga, brr brr
Thumbin' through the cash, nigga, brr brr
Thousand dollar pants, nigga, brr brr
Shit, try to take my dance, nigga, brr brr

I got Bloods in Savannah
I got Crips on Old National
On your ho like a fashion
Pinky ring on Alaska
Illest nigga in Nebraska
Nigga fake like wrastlin'
Got cash or plastic
Big cash, cappin'
Six Flags, lotta rides
Turn the beat to a homicide
Microphone look mortified
Lyrical bullets is a .45
I'm doin' 75 on the 75
85 off of 85
200 on 285
None of my cars take 89
Down to get money any time
Life a bitch with no panty line
Us versus the other squad
Stash spot is my boxer shorts
Just stickin' to the protocol
Weed smellin' like underarm
Turn you suckers into bubblegum

Try to take my style, nigga, brr brr
Try to take my bitch, nigga, brr brr
Damn, try to take my swag, nigga, brr brr
Yeah, try to take my bag, nigga, brr brr
Yeah, try to hit my gas, nigga, brr brr
Thumbin' through the cash, nigga, brr brr
Thousand dollar pants, nigga, brr brr
Shit, try to take my dance, nigga, brr brr

I just might stand on the car
Stand on the wall
Logos on my bag
Logo on my scarf
Yeah I met her tonight
Fuck her tomorrow
You know how we are
You know who we are
Yeah the trap is my workplace
You know I came from a hurt place
Had to reverse it to first place
To father, hustler in first place
And I said word for word
I usually smoke at work
I either smirk or flirt
Took it from hard to vert
I got some word to off
Them bitches bumpin' soft
Young niggas stealin' sauce
I'm tryna drill 'em off
I'm tryna kill this off
I bring the women out
I'm 'bout to build a house
Then I'ma rent it out, woah!

Try to take my style, nigga, brr brr
Try to take my bitch, nigga, brr brr
Damn, try to take my swag, nigga, brr brr
Yeah, try to take my bag, nigga, brr brr
Yeah, try to hit my gas, nigga, brr brr
Thumbin' through the cash, nigga, brr brr
Thousand dollar pants, nigga, brr brr
Shit, try to take my dance, nigga, brr brr

You already know that's me though, stay drenched
Every time you see me, I'm drenched
I'm the freshest nigga in the room, you dig what I'm sayin'?
I'm soaked, uh
We gon' need some wet floor signs in here, people, please
It's the drench god, we don't want nobody to fall
Slip up on this sauce, mane

Kilo lyrics - 2 Chainz

I'm walkin' like I got a kilo
Walkin' like I got a kilo, walkin' like a kilo
Pinky ring minus 30 below
And the dope man is my fuckin' hero
Walkin' like I got a kilo
I'm walkin' like I got a kilo, I'm walkin' like a kilo
Pinky ring minus 30 below
And the dope man is my fuckin' hero

I come in this bitch so fast, let me slow up on niggas
I fuckin' that bitch with the ass, and she hold up on niggas
You know that I'm drinkin', I pour up on niggas
My style, and just like I throw up on niggas
I don't fuck with niggas especially a ho nigga
VIP, I pour Moët on niggas, ayy
Triple beam to a digital scale, I got work in the mail
Clientele, I need a tractor trailer and a Ms Griselda
And I ain't into failure, and I don't even know what to tell you
I ain't got no work to sell you
I got hope to sell you, got me a boat to sail in
Ain't no joke like Rakim
Got the trap house rockin', you ain't get that shit
I got me a half, that's a split when I flip it
And whip it 'til I get me 36s
I get it, I got it, I'm slangin' narcotics
I sold dope in college, I'm semi psychotic
Might put the semi on niggas
Never keep bricks in mi casa

I'm walkin' like I got a kilo
Walkin' like I got a kilo, walkin' like a kilo
Pinky ring minus 30 below
And the dope man is my fuckin' hero
Walkin' like I got a kilo
I'm walkin' like I got a kilo, I'm walkin' like a kilo
Pinky ring minus 30 below
And the dope man is my fuckin' hero

I do this shit for the A
Y'all get the fuck out my way
I bought a car just to race it
I pass the car just to chase it
This is a standing ovation
The trap was my standin' __cpLocation
Hit the strip club in the day shift
Give a lil' bitch a donation
Fresh to my bootlaces
I just beat me a few cases
I just told myself
"Self, I need me a new bracelet"
Who the fakest? You the fakest
Lose or take it, rule to bacon, rude awaken
You forsaken, you replacement
Got me a jacuzzi in the basement
If it was a real nigga party
You couldn't get an invitation
You niggas is basic, you bitches is basic
I'm fuckin' two hoes in two different __cpLocations
You sittin' adjacent, you need a rotation
You need a quotation
Oh my medulla is mula
That pussy so close I can taste it

I'm walkin' like I got a kilo
Walkin' like I got a kilo, walkin' like a kilo
Pinky ring minus 30 below
And the dope man is my fuckin' hero
Walkin' like I got a kilo
I'm walkin' like I got a kilo, I'm walkin' like a kilo
Pinky ring minus 30 below
And the dope man is my fuckin' hero

Big Amount lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Drake)

[2 Chainz:]
I'ma tell you, I'ma tell you this right now
If you, if you woke up this mornin', nigga you winnin' for real
(Buddah Bless this beat)

I got a big amount, I took a different route
I am the pick of the litter
I was in juvy, they gave me community
I had to pick up some litter
I want it easy, please do not tease me
I wore my Yeezys to dinner
This is the season, I got the seasonin'
Don't make me sprinkle you niggas
I got my reasons, you wanna please me
Send me the pussy, not pictures
Met her this week and fucked her this evenin'
She turn a freak on the liquor
Yeah, I am a boss on these bitches
Yeah, I pour some Voss on these bitches
Yeah, I have no thoughts on these bitches
Yeah, rock double-cross on these bitches, yeah
Dearly departed, gather today
On some Prince shit
You know what they say
Me and my safe, got a friendship
Ten on me, thin weight, flip weight, gettin' paid
Gettin' laid
Bitch made, took off sick days
6 trey, 6-4 bounce, bitch, bounce
Hood nigga, favorite spot was the Waffle House
Patty melt with the hash browns
Tryna avoid all the pat-downs
Tryna avoid all the lame hoes
Weirdos in the background
Blackout when I back out
Blow the horn for a pedestrian
Shawty ride like an equestrian
I bought the dress that she in
Red bottoms in his and hers
Got a Rollie in his and hers
Got a car in his and hers
Walk in the zoo and say, "Pick a fur"
Last night was a blur to me
This mornin' I got two with me
I don't know what to do with me
Goin' ape like the zoo with me
Got a tool with the screw missin'
Two girls in the pool kissin'
Everywhere I go, the rod with me
'Cause these niggas actin' too fishy

[Drake:]
Fuck y'all niggas on, man?
Duffle bag forever
Just left V Live
Atlanta could never die as long as Tit alive
Yeah

Look, I got a big amount
I think I'm the biggest out
Got hits and I ain't even put 'em out
Lit and you can't even put it out
Got the Billboard melodies
Rap is somethin' I do on the side
Crossed over to the other side
And I didn't even have to die
Got the money and I never show it
Let a nigga try to play heroic
Michael Jackson talkin' to me in my dreams
And he say, "You bad and you know it"
Better shamone with my check then
I'm a J. Prince investment
Niggas love to talk reckless
Then see me like best friends
Got the sand-colored FN
And I've never seen the inside of a Marriott or a Westin
Five stars, nothin' less than
Fuck niggas on your payroll
And you let 'em know the safe code
And you knew him for a month though
But you call them niggas big bro
You could move in the Hidden Hills
And we still don't live by the same code
I'm respected everywhere I go
Nigga, long live Bankroll
Skip the rainbow, funny style shit
And it's straight to the pot of gold
Somebody, everybody know
6 God with the god flow
Yeah, yeah

You In Luv Wit Her lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. YFN Lucci)

[2 Chainz:]
About to roll some more of this shit too
I got the boy Lucci with me
We might come in there and take, all the hoes
Like I could rob, like, everybody there

That Chanel shit, I like that
Got your own ride, I like that
Got your mind right, I like that
In a fantasy world, I'd wife that
At the blue flame with 2 chains on
8 rings on, maintain home
Got pulled over on the way home
Used to make juugs off the payphone
Left mama's crib with a thousand Nikes
Niggas know I had a thousand wifeys
Hood nigga, had a thousand vices
Hit Benihanas for a thousand rices
Garlic butter with the yum yum
You know the south side where I come from
Hit the dealership with a lump sum
Make her pump the gas with her pumps on
With some pom poms, that's Don Juan
Don Julio, trap house needs cuticles
Trap house need a studio
Trap house need a new sofa
These young niggas keep fuckin' on it
I do this shit so big I can get Puffy on it

[YFN Lucci:]
I can tell you in love with her
Tell you in love with her
Yeah you can tell I'm just fuckin' her
Don't you tell that I'm fuckin' her
Yeah you can tell you be cuffin' her
Steady cuffin' her while I be fuckin' her
Yeah you be cuffin' her while I be fuckin' her
Yeah

Meanwhile I was gettin' head with my chain on
Drophead, yeah the brain gone
Plain Jane on, gettin' rained on
No time to complain, homes
Know I'm tired, took a plane home
Know my cars and everything on
Know that I murder everything I'm on
I ain't even gotta say I'm on
Yeah I smoke good, paper long
Paper good, wish you would twist the wood
Grip the wood, grip it good
Go and juug, get the good, split the goods
Get the guns, split the guns, flip the guns
Yeah, yeah, uh
We gon' take a nigga's bitch
Take a nigga's bitch, make a nigga sick
Fucked her like my bitch
I'ma fuck her like my bitch
Make a nigga sick
Take a nigga's bitch, fuck her like my bitch
I can tell you in love with that bitch

I can tell you in love with her
Tell you in love with her
Yeah you can tell I'm just fuckin' her
Don't you tell that I'm fuckin' her
Yeah you can tell you be cuffin' her
Steady cuffin' her while I be fuckin' her
Yeah you be cuffin' her while I be fuckin' her
Yeah

[2 Chainz:]
Downstairs at the Fontainebleau
Pour a deuce in a Mountain Dew
Did everything that I had to do
Used to blaze like Moreland Avenue
If you tryna sell me that pussy then you a prostitute, cool!
I'm a back massage and a good head connoisseur, truuuu!
I'm speedin' down left lanes
Goyard belt gang
Then important text came
She wanna play them sex games
I'm up for that and I'm undefeated
She undeniable underneath me
She told me that I can take the pussy
Just take it easy
Celine bag when she came to see me
Had sex with my watch on, knock her rocks off
Ride around with the top off
Like hot sauce, drop off
Cartier wristwear, it don't come off, yeah
I still got her suckin' dick while she cottonmouth, yeah

[YFN Lucci:]
I can tell you in love with her
Tell you in love with her
Yeah you can tell I'm just fuckin' her
Don't you tell that I'm fuckin' her
Yeah you can tell you be cuffin' her
Steady cuffin' her while I be fuckin' her
Yeah you be cuffin' her while I be fuckin' her
Yeah

Blessing lyrics - 2 Chainz

Yah! Tru

I'm a blessing, I'm a blessing
I'm a blessing, I'm a blessing
If I know you, I'ma bless you
You my folks, I'ma bless you
If I love you, I'ma bless you
If I trust you, it's a blessing
If you flexin', then it's a blessing
And if they test you, then it's a blessing

When I'm alone in my room, sometimes it look like the mall
In the back of my mind, I ball harder than y'all
I used to have an old school that I sat on some dubs
For the first time in my life, mama knew I sold drugs
There it was, hustlin' across the way
Went in on my first ounce with Big Shay
AG had orange, DC had white
Lil cuz got murked, you ain't seen that life
I done bought at least two chains more than twice
Count money from the night 'til the mornin' light
Had a convo with God, I told him, "Thank you, Lord
Cause everything that I've got, I'd like to thank you for"

I'm a blessing, I'm a blessing
I'm a blessing, I'm a blessing
If I know you, I'ma bless you
You my folks, I'ma bless you
If I love you, I'ma bless you
If I trust you, it's a blessing
If you flexin', it's a blessing
And if they test you, it's a blessing

My partner bought so much pussy, man they gave that boy a discount
Hold up, wait a minute, ho I think I got a miscount
I've been runnin' through them rubber bands all day, ho
I've been runnin' through them rubber bands, I got pesos
I just dropped the top on the whip, I'm in fuego
I just poured a 4 in a mothafuckin' Faygo
Diamonds on my teeth, lick the clit, now it's shinin'
Ate a caesar salad, I dropped carats in my salad
Pinky ring, water wrist, water neck, frigid, yeah
Glasses vintage, car vintage, I'm about to get it, yeah
Pocket full of money, nothin' less than a 50, yeah
Smokin' on a zip, nothin' less than a hippy, yeah

I'm a blessing, I'm a blessing
I'm a blessing, I'm a blessing
If I know you, I'ma bless you
You my folks, I'ma bless you
If I love you, I'ma bless you
If I trust you, it's a blessing
If you flexin', it's a blessing
And if they test you, it's a blessing, yeah

I'm a blessing, I'm a blessing
I'm a blessing, I'm a blessing
If I know you, I'ma bless you
You my folks, I'ma bless you, yah, tru!
I'm a blessing, I'm a blessing
I'm a blessing, I'm a blessing

1 Yeezy Boot lyrics - 2 Chainz

Gon' make me take a shot of, gon' make me take a shot of apple Crown. Ain't no apple Crown? Uh Cap, that's all Cap

I'ma talk that shit them niggas wanna hear
Yeah, nigga drinkin' lean like he drinkin' beer
Told him one time, it was our year
That was last year... now the cash here

One Yeezy Boost, one Yeezy boot
How a nigga do, jumpin' out the roof
Need a parachute, got a pair of coupes
Yeah the paramedics gon' have to carry you

I drop two verses, they on god level
One goin' state, one goin' federal
I get so busy, don't know what to tell you
Man I had to put love somewhere on my schedule
Ain't no time for that
I had to grind for that
I got the diamonds check
You gon' rewind it back
Nigga I'm so fly, I got the pilot back
.44 Bulldog, I'm tryna find a vet
From head to toe, I'm wearin' designer hats
If not, I'm somewhere tryin' on a designer hat
One Rolex, one AP
One black and white, one HD

One Yeezy Boost, one Yeezy boot
How a nigga do, jumpin' out the roof
Need a parachute, got a pair of coupes
Yeah the paramedics gon' have to carry you
One Yeezy Boost, one Yeezy boot
How a nigga do, jumpin' out the roof
Need a parachute, got a pair of coupes
Yeah the paramedics gon' have to carry you

Got my joint filled, with the real killa
Where I come from, my bedroom was real little
Now I'm mansion status, in my apparatus
When they bring my check, I start cabbage patchin'
What's cappin', captain? Around the mat relaxin'
When she look down, I know that's chain reaction
I done been through it, I got a pain reaction
Introduce me to your nigga, I had a lame reaction
Had me all itchin' and shit
I come through on the blitz, I had the shoe with the kit
I got an ink on my body, made the drophead do karate
If I was in a dunk contest, I would jump over Ferrari

One Yeezy Boost, one Yeezy boot
How a nigga do, jumpin' out the roof
Need a parachute, got a pair of coupes
Yeah the paramedics gon' have to carry you
One Yeezy Boost, one Yeezy boot
How a nigga do, jumpin' out the roof
Need a parachute, got a pair of coupes
Yeah the paramedics gon' have to carry you
Yeah the paramedics gon' have to carry you

ColleGrove (2016) - 2 Chainz (with LIL' WAYNE)












Dedication lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)

You gotta known how to have fun when you gettin' these checks man
Nah, I'mma put this on your camera
You need... I'm bout to tell you right now
Tell me what I need
Tity Boi, Tity Boi
You need to tell Cris, gon' let you go
Young Mula it out, we have fun over here, we just eating
We having fun, we just doing stuff, we don't even care about
(Go get my shit)
Young Money, we care

If it wasn't for Wayne, it wouldn't be
A lot of dudes in the game, including me
We was smoking that gas in '03
Was gon' sell a few bags to Lil Fee
Couple years removed from HBs
Tatted lyrics from Jigga to Jay-Z
I went to Eastover before Katrina
Remember going to Magic riding in my Bimmer
And this was way before FEMA, and you was rappin' and singin'
And I was slanging the Ps and smoking nigga like Newport
Comin up off of Too Short, my underwear was my hoop shorts
And then I went on tour and recorded songs on your tour bus
And that was '08
That's the first time I met Drake
When I hit your cup with that drank
Had a nigga stomach like, "Wait, wait wait, wait", mm

That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg

You relocated to MIA
You told me, "Shawty this where I stay"
I came down to pay a visit
You told me Zoe Pound and them was trippin'
And you, you wasn't dippin'
Had the M-16 and with the extra clip, ready to act ignorant
Ridin' off in the Phantom and Mr. G he was driving
Pumpin' that Playaz Circle, you told me that we was riding
I told you that I was rappin', told you I wasn't writing
You said Luda was foolish because he wasn't excited
That was way before Tyga, I saw Nicki with Gucci
You said, "You can make a million rappin' 'bout some pussy
I did", T, Fuke, Marley Marl, shining like Armor Oil
You can ask Mack, I was YM 'fore all of y'all
Stunna said I reminded him of Johnny
In this world you either selling or you buying

That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg

You tatted your face and changed the culture
You screamed "Suu whoop" and them gangstas loved you
You bought a Bugatti so you can flex
And most of the bad bitches your ex
Ride 'til the wheels fall off and they got wobbly
"Duffle Bag" video, we shot that bitch on Godby
You was holding a sty-ry, I had more gold than a pirate
They said it ain't about stylin', what they tryna kick knowledge?
Duffle Bag Boys, yeah I can't forget Dolla
And going to get the money is some words that I follow
I swallowed my pride, smoking endo outside
Straight from ColleGrove, I'm reporting live

That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg

Smell Like Money lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)

[Lil Wayne:]
Here I go, here I go, this that C5
Bitch, I'm back, with that crack like panty lines, asinine
I get blow like dandelions, fuck more hoes than advertised
They say, "Tune, you're dead wrong," I say wrong had to die
Pussy nigga don't keep it real no more
Drug dealers changed, but the high stay the same
Prices go up, but the high stay the same
Gotta watch for undercovers like crying in the rain
Chillin' in the crib with the lock on the door
Layin' on the couch with the Glock on the floor
Within arm reach, security, alarm breach
I just cut off the lights, hope I don't shoot my hoe
I eat so much shrimp
I smoke so much hemp
The world too small, it feel like four walls
You see, I got holes punched in
My chances are cold cut thin
But I still took 'em, and nigga, we made it
T, roll that killer, weed up in the swisher
And make it as fat as a pig in a blanket
My BFF is Benjamin Franklin
They cry for help, we get 'em a hankie
Ain't nothing sweet but the shit that we drinkin'
The bitches we bangin', the cinnamon danish
The penalty's pending, shit is restraining
It is a shame, but niggas is shameless
Niggas is assholes
Or enemas, finna get anal
Injury, time out, I just blew my mind out
But still I'm maintaining
Real gangsta shit, it get dangerous
You talking money and guns, two languages
I throw niggas from off of the plane I'm in
"Oh, my God, it's rainin' men"
Said the weatherman to the anchorman
I send hella cash to the bank I'm with
What you do it for if it ain't for this?
I watch my step so much, I'm starting to feel like my ankles' wrist
Cold hearted, starting to feel like I'm in Anchorage when I think of this
And rude awakenings get taken in like fragrances

[Lil Wayne (2 Chainz):]
Bitch, I smell like money, dopeman cologne (yeah)
I say, bitch, I smell like money (money), that's that dopeman cologne (tote!)
And if he ain't getting money, don't love him, leave his broke ass alone (yeah)
I say if he ain't getting money, leave his stank ass alone
'Cause bitch, I smell like money (yeah)
I smell like money
When you this rich, they call it wealthy
Shit, they gotta call it somethin'
Yeah, Lord, I done got too rich for stuntin', damn
But not for thuggin'
That's right bitch I smell like money (money), money (money)
You smell me coming

[2 Chainz:]
Yeah, 2 Chainz, uh
Totin' double barrels in a horse and carriage
Ain't scared of nothing except God and marriage
Through the concrete grew a rose petal
If trapping was a sport, I'd have a gold medal
I steal her, like Jerome Bettis
Call me Trill Cosby, I might spike my own beverage
Parallel park in front of Neiman Marcus
He ain't never fly, nigga, like an ostrich
They say ain't nothing for free, but please free my partners
Might have a swag contest and give out free Versaces
Yeah, lobster rolls for an appetizer
Bad red bitch give me a lap-etizer
I'm in my Rolls Royce because it's black and wiser
And don't get in the way, my nig, this rapid fire
Brrr, stick 'em, I'm a victim of being a victim
Codeines, Xanax, and liquor
Prescriptions and couple pistols
Got clean Molly with the crystals
Middle finger to the judicials
Fork and a pot is my utensils
Had a threesome with two sisters
I get head and you kiss her
I don't never call and you miss her
I got every gun except a missile
I paid attention to the minister
My silhouette is sinister
Only child with trust issues
You couldn't walk a mile in my hoop shoes
Me and Tune, two loose screws
Two parts in my box cut, my pop wouldn't even pop up
Last night I prayed to God and asked for him to make a drop truck
Polo T and ice watch, moccasins without socks
And I smell like money, I can count a hundred thousand with the lights off
Woo! Yeah

[Lil Wayne (2 Chainz):]
I say, bitch, I smell like money, that's that dopeman cologne (yeah)
And if he ain't getting money, don't love him, leave his broke ass alone (yeah)
I say if he ain't getting money, leave his stank ass alone
'Cause, bitch, I smell like money

Bounce lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)

[Lil Wayne:]
3 Chainz, oww

Caught up in my bullshit, put your head on backwards
And skate off after, engage in laughter 'bout what just happened
Fingers in napkins get sent to mammies, is that too graphic?
Catch you in traffic, you sitting Daffy like stealing candy
My ceiling's absent, my wheels are massive, my friends assassins
All of us bastards, our mothers queens and our women dancers
My rivers rapid, my fins are splashin', my gills are flappin'
I bit some matches then sipped some gas and went kiss a dragon

[2 Chainz:]
I'm really rappin', no finger snappin', I'm pistol packin'
Y'all niggas slippin', my swag is drippin', so here's a napkin
What's really happnin'? Verbal attackin', I'm showing passion
Know what I mean, see I'm the king like I'm from Akron
I'm going overboard, somebody call the captain
And when it come to getting checks, I always want the fat ones
I'm so high I can sing to a chandelier
My flow a glass of Ace of Spade and yours a can of beer

[Lil Wayne:]
Too many bitches, too many blunts, too many buttons
Not enough bullets, them niggas buggin', the SWAT is comin'
AK on shoulder, no shoulder shruggin', aim at ya nugget
My weed sticky like acupuncture and magnets, honey
Knock on the side door three times and have your money
Or get to steppin' like Kappas stompin', I'll slap a junkie
I'm having lunch with Italian Sonny, don't ask the subject
Lord, why you took Rabbit from me? He say, "Don't ask me nothing"
Too many bodies, too many bangers, too many bundles
Not enough bullets, these niggas buggin', I heard they stung you
It's gon' be trouble, we come through and catch you while you cuddle
Them shotgun barrels like tunnels nigga, don't even mumble

[2 Chainz:]
I'm back to ballin', I'm in the back full of magnums only
Pull on the scene and I fuck your queen playing Pastor Troy
Our weed ready, turkey spaghetti and caster oil
That's codeine, turn your guillotine to a fashion show
In four minutes I'll turn this into forensics
In a foreign car with a foreign broad that's long winded
Paper long and you taking long, you just don't get it
Hung the phone up on Satan, told me he want a song with me
Hotter than Mississippi in summer of 1950s
In a van full of some niggas and white bitches
Get pulled over for swervin' like, "Hi, officer"
When he ask me why I was swerving, "I'm high, officer"

I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself

[Lil Wayne:]
Got a mansion, a condo, a cabin, I sleep in my Phantom
So high dancing with the stars to the Star Spangled Banner
I change your channel, I change your pattern, I ring your Saturn
I bang your madam, she get on top and I shake the ladder
I make her straddle then gather and calculate the data
I listen up for the snakes or the baby rattle
I play the shadows, don't play no games, I straight get at 'em
I'm on the chronic all day like it's my favorite album

[2 Chainz:]
A plate of salmon, the Cayman Islands, a stripper dancer
If I don't get the car first, I'll have a temper tantrum
I'm innovative, I demonstrated, this nickle plated
I don't care if you owe me a nick, nigga you need to pay me
I kiss ya lady, eat her pussy then kiss the baby
Get situated, get keys off table then leave her 80
I really made it, get it maid, Schwarzenegger
Won't wrestle niggas, I spatula all you action figures

[Lil Wayne:]
I'm so high the blunt feel like a dumbbell
These niggas tiny like a spider on a Spud Webb
I got some upscale cocaine on my thumbnail
I feed it to my fun girls, they say fuck yeah

[2 Chainz:]
I'm doing this shit like whatever
When I go I'mma leave for the better
I told her you dig like a shovel
I want a Ferrari in yellow
Just so I can match all my yellow bitches
I been a playa since elementary
I got more bars than a penitentiary
I got a clip that hang several inches

I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself

Gotta Lotta lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)

[Lil Wayne:]
Lotta dope
Gotta lotta dope
Ba-ba-da-bope

Da-ba-da-ba-deee, da-ba-da-bope
Ba-ba-da-bope
We gotta lotta dope
We gotta lotta coke
We got weed, that's a lotta smoke
Yeah, that's that loud I hope
And we gotta lotta dope
Ba-ba-da-bope

Okay, we gotta lotta dope (yeah)
Yeah, we got the hotter hoes
I said we done shot a lot of folk (bow)
We be in and out of court
And I done seen so many cowards croak
It's like, watching flowers grow
I mean please, don't you cowards know
We will leave your bloody body on your mama's porch?
Lord, born in the projects
Papa was a rolling stone, selling rock crack
Yeah, I grew up in my day
Making juugs on a phone with no contacts
I'm drinking Actavis only, no Hi-Tech
Hold on, think I'm getting too high tech
Yeah, I think she getting a contact
Now she needs some dope dick and she know who to contact

Da-ba-da-ba-deee, da-ba-da-bope
Ba-ba-da-bope
I said we gotta lotta dope
We gotta lotta coke
We got weed, that's a lotta smoke
Yeah, that's that loud I hope
I said we gotta lotta dope
Yeah, ba-ba-da-bope

[2 Chainz:]
Yo Tunes, pass the steel or bash the steel
My passion real, I'm fashion ill
The pussy niggas are Massengil, mass appeal
My past is real before I had the deal, you dig?
Pies and cakes, out of state
Lies is fake, God don't make mistakes
Got the girl pussy smelling like codeine syrup
Got the bands on me like a football field, I'm ill
I deserve a threesome for my birthday
If she pretty it's Magic City on the first date
Cup of lean and toast, yeah I'm 'posed to boast
Goodie Mo the quote, not many coming close
Trying to smoke what I never smoked before
Dream what I never dreamed before
Woke up and see my Rolls sky high, I ride by
I drive by, then hop out

[Lil Wayne:]
Da-ba-da-ba-deee, da-ba-da-bope
Yeah, ba-ba-da-bope
I said we gotta lotta dope
Yeah, we gotta lotta coke
We got weed, that's a lot of smoke
Yeah, that's that loud I hope
I said we gotta lotta dope
Yeah, ba-ba-da-bope

[Lil Wayne (2 Chainz):]
Da-ba-da-ba-deee, da-ba-da-bope
(Gotta lot, gotta lot) Ba-ba-da-bope
I said we gotta lotta dope
(Got a lot, got a lot) Yeah, she snort a lotta coke
We got weed, that's a lotta smoke
Yeah, that's that loud I hope
I said we gotta lotta dope
(Yeah) Ba-ba-da-bope

MF'N Right lyrics - 2 Chainz

Now that's crazy
Now that's hard Mike WiLL, that's hard
See I ain't see it like that, that's hard
You hard bruh
That's why, that's why we been friends for so long bruh
That's why I used to sneak you in the club bruh
Just for that reason right there bruh
Aight bruh, let me just freestyle some more, cause this shit
I'm smoking the LSD
And god dang, I got a little drink downstairs
I don't need it though, let's go
Let me just fuck with this shit [?]

Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right

Mike told me this gon' be your favorite song
Ooh, wear that red one, that my favorite thong
Put 'em on, I said baby put 'em on
I said what you gonna do when you go home?
Kiss your man after you sucked on my woo!
She called my phone, I told her I was at the stu
Last name Chainz, first name 2
Pull up on me, shawty you know what to do

Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right

I bought some gold chains with my drug money
Then wore it on the stage just to stunt on 'em
That's how we do it on the south side
Might buy an AK using all 5's
Pittsburgh, Zone 6, Zone trey
Zone 1, do this shit like every day
Old Nat, Godby Road, Candler Road
24's got the Wraith pigeon toed

Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right

Gas station, re-up on the petrol
Hit the trap and re-up on the petrol
Shit, by the time you get it it's a retro
Shit, used to have a job outside of Citgo
Shit, by the time you get it I'll be peww nigga
Yeah I been a player since the womb nigga
OG Kush is my perfume nigga
Ice on my wrist, I got my mind right
Riding down the street with the Klondikes
Two black hoes, white one in the middle
I'm getting to the S with two lines in the middle
Got a bankroll that'll make it whip

Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right

Blue C-Note lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)

Yeah
2-17 on the track, man

[2 Chainz (Lil Wayne):]
You did it for the broads (Broads)
I did it for the paper (The paper)
Got a hundred styles (Yeah)
Got a hundred acres (Okay)
Fuck the police (Fuck 'em)
Hundred middle fingers (Fuck 'em)
And you a square nigga (Fuck 'em)
You a chess table (Fuck 'em)
You be savin' hoes (Fuck 'em)
You be rest hatin' (Fuck 'em)
Got a lot of rides (Count 'em)
Like a bus station (Pull up)
See my phone ringin' (Hello)
See my diamonds danglin' (Bling)
See the bitches blinkin' (Ooh)
Blue C-notes (Yeah)
All of 'em singing, blue C-notes (Yeah)
All of 'em Franklins, blue C-notes (Yeah)
Spend without thinkin' (Yeah)
A tool without safety (Yeah)
I have your broads taken (Yeah)
I have they heart achin' (Oh)
Push start crankin' (Rrt)
New grill, face it (get 'em)
New mil, taste it (Mmm)
Straight without a chaser (Wasted)
Drawers come from Macy's (Uh-huh)
Broads is confirmation (Yeah)
Same in different places (Yeah)
I run all the bases (Kill 'em)

You did it for the broads (Broads)
I did it for the paper (Paper)
I got a hundred styles (Yeah)
Got a hundred flavors (Okay then)
Fuck the police (Fuck 'em)
Hundred middle fingers (fuck 'em)
And you a square, nigga (Fuck 'em)
Blue C-notes (yeah)
All of 'em singin', blue C-notes (yeah)
All of 'em Franklins, blue C-notes (yeah)
Spend without thinkin' (Yeah)
Ice on both pinkies (Yeah)
Mobile phone ringin' (Yeah), Blue C-notes

[Lil Wayne:]
I did it for my dogs, I did it for the skaters
I did it for the paper, my niggas still on papers
I got a hundred tats, I got a hundred million
I keep on switchin' wifeys, you gotta Uncle Phil me
Dreadlock Rasta, hair like pasta
I don't see what's your problem, I need an eye doctor
Flying to them dollars, ducking fly swatters
Shoot 'em in the head, leave his mind boggled
Comin' down the boulevard, I'm on your avenue
A half a mil' on my grill, you niggas snaggle tooth, yeah
Told some dead presidents, "I'm finna bury you"
When it come to presidents, I like 'em black and blue, yeah

[2 Chainz (Lil Wayne):]
You did it for the broads (yeah)
I did it for the paper
I got a hundred styles (A hundred)
Got a hundred flavors (Count 'em)
Fuck the police (Fuck 'em)
Hundred middle fingers (Fuck 'em)
And you a square nigga (Fuck 'em)
Blue C-notes (yeah)
All of 'em singin', blue C-notes (Yeah)
All of 'em Franklins, blue C-notes (Yeah)
Spend without thinkin' (Yeah)
Ice on both pinkies (Yeah)
Mobile phone ringin', blue C-notes

[Lil Wayne:]
Got a hundred styles, got a hundred acres
Got a hundred tats, got a hundred skaters
Did it for the broads, I did it for the paper
I'm 'bout to buy a hog, I'm bringin' home the bacon

Not Invited lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)

Of course I'ma stunt
Of course I'ma stunt
Of course I'ma stunt
Of course I'ma stunt

All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited

I don't have to front
I park in the front with the trunk in the front
Make me a profit a month
Whether I get it or don't
I'ma go hard, I'ma stunt
I'm puttin' gas in the joint
I'm puttin' oil in the blunt
I do this shit for the Park
I do this shit for the Point
I do this shit for the 'Vard
I do this shit cause you boring
I am the man in this muthafucka
I got them bandz in this muthafucka
You know what I'm sayin', hand full of Xans
Nigga not playin' in this muthafucka
Put me a deuce in a Brisk tea
Couple of chains on the Crims tee
Tell me how I met a bitch one time and she talkin' 'bout she miss me

All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited

She fell in love with the Percocet
She like the one with a ten on it
She like the Benz with the fins on it
She like the Benz with the lens on it
She like the Benz with the rims on it
And my turbo got them twins on 'em
All of my partners got bandz on 'em
So tell me what the fuck you sayin' huh?
You exotic baby, you special
Go and send me some nude pictures
You so fine, it's a damn crime, you gon' end up on a news special
You exotic baby, I'm fuckin' with you
You exotic baby, I'm workin' with you
And I'm smokin' on exotic
Got Chanel on her body
Might meet her in the lobby, used the earth as my ashtray
"Give a fuck" is my last name, "I don't" is my first
This for my ones, like November first
Walk around with two cups, like I'm always thirsty

All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic (None of your hoes. none of your hoes)
None of your hoes is invited

None of your hoes, none of your hoes
None of your hoes, none of your hoes
None of your hoes, none of your hoes
Ain't none of your hoes, none of your hoes
Ain't none of your hoes, none of your hoes
None of your hoes, none of your hoes
None of your hoes, none of your hoes
They can't get in, they can't get in
Yeah, It's a real nigga party
It's a real bitches party
See that vibe right here, you dig?

Thousand dollar shoes on your sofa
My other trap nigga watchin' Oprah
My other trap nigga watchin' Ricki Lake
I'm a trap nigga servin' shake and bake
I'm a trap nigga, serve you shake and bake
We in the back of the bando
Ammo like "Commando"
Pit bark in the front yard
Ain't no key for the top part
I'm allergic to cop cars
All these F's on my rims, fuck report cards
Reporting live straight from College Park

Bentley Truck lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)

[2 Chainz:]
All about it
All about it
I'll tell you all about it, all about it
(Metro Boomin want some more nigga)
This the shit you play when you in a Bentley truck
This the shit you play when them strippers acting up
This the shit you play when you smoke a zip and up
This the shit you play when you sippin' out a cup
This the shit you play nigga (yessir)
This the shit you play (alright)
This the shit you play when you cuttin' up that work
This the shit you play when you ridin' in a vert

This the shit you play when you in a Bentley truck
This the shit you play when them strippers acting up
This the shit you play when you smoke a zip and up
This the shit you play when you sippin' out a cup

Stunt, dab, thrab, racks
Ball hog, Neiman's, Saks
Lenox, Moda, dope, soda
Lean, soda, cream, soda
Shawty thick, small waist
Fat ass, gon' shake
Money tall, Tyra Banks
We everything y'all ain't
Couldn't believe in Santa Claus 'cause I ain't have no chimney
Soufside with a F and the F for Fendi
I'm the type of guy to buy a extra Bentley
Had two SS's like Mississippi
One phone call and I can get some pussy
One phone call, I know you niggas pussy
This the shit you play when you in the bushes
This the shit you play when you hit the boogie

This the shit you play when you in a Bentley truck
This the shit you play when them strippers acting up
This the shit you play when you smoke a zip and up
This the shit you play when you sippin' out a cup
This the shit you play when you in a Bentley truck
This the shit you play when them strippers acting up
This the shit you play when you smoke a zip and up
This the shit you play when you sippin' out a cup

[Lil Wayne:]
This that shit you play, 'bout that pistol play
Bop-bop fix your face, haha in your face
This that shit you know, bitch you know you fake
This that clique you hate, but this that here to stay
This that shit you play, this that clique you know
'Bout that trigger play, trigger finger roll
But this ain't NBA, this the CEO
And this ain't MMA, but this a TKO
Rolls Royce Wraith, I park that bitch and skate
I talk that shit, she caught that line, I call that fish filet
And all of my niggas is A1, and y'all lil niggas look like steak (well done)
And all my woes is athletic, and none of my hoes is getting pregnant
Don't dab, don't dance
Do me, own swag
Leather soft, you niggas softer
What's that smell? Rigor mortis
South Beach, socks off
Money, drugs in the sock drawer
Fuck her good, get a round of applause
This the shit I play when I go to drop a bitch off

This the shit you play when you in a Bentley truck
This the shit you play when them strippers acting up
This the shit you play when you smoke a zip and up
This the shit you play when you sippin' out a cup
This the shit you play when you in a Bentley truck
This the shit you play when them strippers acting up
This the shit you play when you smoke a zip and up
This the shit you play when you sippin' out a cup

100 Joints lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)

Yeah uum
No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day
Yeah

Hop up out that motherfucker swagging
Hop up out that motherfucker dabbing
Had an old school on some 'rellis
Used to go to school in some Bally's
Flexing Macho Man Randy Savage
Oh I'm 'bout to let these niggas have it
School of hard knocks I graduated
I got all my rims straight from Bailey's
Yeah
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say 100 joints a day
I had 'em pre rolled all yesterday
You need your passport for our second date
You know I'm fly nigga rocking reptiles
I'm whooping on this beat like a step child
Big ring and a charm to match
Ya my role model was Project Pat
Life is too short, nigga born to mac
I hop up out that coupe nigga rat, rat
Hating on the style I hope you die today
I hope they ass don't find your ass for 30 days
Mind on my money, money on the stage
Ain't judge a book by its cover turn the page
I like her on the pole that's the business nigga
As soon as she get off I'mma kick it with her

Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
Don't matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day

Time to switch it up for 'em
Time to flip it up for 'em
Got a Masi on the corner
Pull it out when I want to
Pull your bitch when I want her
Marijuana in the joint
Codeine in a Styrofoam, that's getting to the point
East Point in this motherfucker
College Park in this motherfucker
West Side in this motherfucker
The best died in this motherfucker
My damn street know I'm riding through it
Four four two on the hood
Do this shit here for the hood
Why you niggas shit on the hood?
Two two three at the sunroof
Niggas spitting like one tooth
Turn around and see white smoke when I leave out the mic booth
I'm tight nigga that's known
Put gold on the white coupe
Put gold on the white tooth
Put gold on my wife too

Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day
Yeah
Laying by my chopper, its laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day
Laying by my chopper, its laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day, lil' bitch

Rolls Royce Weather Everyday lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)

[2 Chainz:]
I sip drank with my dinner, smoke some gas before breakfast
Bitches know my name and I don't have to wear a necklace (2 Chainz)
Bought a Wraith for Winter and a vert for the Summer
'Member twelfth grade I sold some work to undercover
Mama only child we stayed in a one bedroom (tru)
Used to ride MARTA 'cause it had more leg room
I'm a ghetto boy, I came up on Brad Jordan
First lick I made, I bought five pairs of Jordans
Make it so bad, two pair were the same
I see the old me in new cats in the game
Drop some loose change on some clothes I can't pronounce
Gun so muhfuckin' big you gotta crouch
I like pretty girls with some business about theyself
Bring your best friend, you don't need nobody else
All about that mula, Netflix, and the Moscato
In my sex drive, I ride over potholes

I do me, I get high, I get fly, I get paid
I do me, I get high, I get fly everyday
I do me, I get high, I get fly, I get paid
I do me, I get high, I get fly everyday

[Lil Wayne:]
I just got a text message from wifey, nigga
I scroll down, the next message from Nike, nigga
I'm just doing it too big on these tiny niggas
I been lost my fuckin' mind, I never mind these niggas
Pockets deep and I'mma get in depth like like Johnny nigga
Acting like they on the edge, I'm a step behind these niggas
Outthink, outshine these niggas
Eyes chink like Chinese niggas
Fast lane, fast life, you blink you probably miss us
You thinking 'bout your missus
I'm thinking about my missions
We think you outchea snitching, that's why we 'round here whispering
I think my palms are itching, I think my bomb is ticking
I keep that Maggie on me, I think I'm Homer Simpson
Money over bitches, should be a Bible scripture
Bitches, hoes, and women, I don't know the difference
All I know is this shit, I don't owe them bitches
I do me and love it, Lord I done overdid it

[2 Chainz:]
I do me, I get high, I get fly, I get paid
I do me, I get high, I get fly everyday
I do me, I get high, I get fly, I get paid
I do me, I get high, I get fly everyday

[Lil Wayne:]
All I know is this shit, I don't owe them bitches
I do me and love it, I done overdid it
I don't owe them niggas, I don't owe them niggas
I do me and love it, I done overdid it

What Happened lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)

[Lil Wayne:]
Yeah
Ooh whoa-oh oh
Ugh

What happened? (What happened? Yeah)
What happened? (What happened? Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, damn, girl, what happened? (What happened?)
What happened? (What happened?)
I thought you weren't fucking with me no more
Damn, girl, what happened? (What happened?)
I thought you wasn't fucking with me no more
What happened? What happened?

Yeah, she say "Oh, you got that comeback"
She say my dick is a necessity (Woo)
Drop my drawers and pull out my longevity
She just hop on it, and then, she forget everything
Oh, she so open, who said sesame?
When she leave me, she come back like she ain't never leave (Never leave)
She talk bad about my new bitch 'cause we got chemistry (Oh)
She said "it ain't jealousy"—allegedly
I thought you weren't fucking with me no more
Girl, what happened?
You act like you don't miss me, oh my God, you suck at acting
I'm like, I thought weren't fucking with me no more
Girl, I'm laughing
She said, she'll get real when that vibrator out of batteries
She be talking about how she moving on with her life (Yeah)
She tired of my shit and she can do better (Yeah)
She told herself she ain't fucking with me no more (Yeah)
She'll lie to herself, she'll lie to who whatever (Oh)
Talking 'bout, she seen me with such-and-such (Oh)
I say it's nothing, it's just fuck-and-duck (Ayy)
She say, "Yeah, right, nigga, what I look like?" (Ayy)
I said "Just like my next daughter or sum'n"
So she said "Oh, you make me sick
I love you, I hate you, I'm leaving, I'm lying
'Cause none of them niggas could never be you
They can never be you, the 'o' nor the 'y'"
If she's over me, I look up to the sky (Woo)
I see her falling for me like a bomb (Boom)
She said "I know you'll miss me when I'm gone"
I just co­sign; we make up for lost time

She always say, "This is the last time"
(She always say this is the last time)
She love better than she lie
(She love better than she lie)
She always say, "This is the last time"
She said that last time, wait

[Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz:]
Wait, I thought you weren't fucking with me no more
Girl, what happened? (Girl, what happened?)
Thought you weren't fucking with me no more
Girl, what happened? (Ooh)
You're lying to yourself (Stop lying, stop lying)
Oh, then you compromise with yourself, ayy
Wait, I thought you weren't fucking with me no more (Hold up, hold up)
I thought you weren't fucking with me no more
Damn girl what happened? (Hold up)
What happened? What happened?

[2 Chainz:]
First, you change your email
Then your number became private (Yeah)
Bet you think you found another nigga you can vibe with
Quit lying to yourself (Yeah), retrace all your steps
Fucking with them suckers
They gon' have you playing with yourself (Damn)
I'm a smooth operator; you don't need a vibrator
Licking everything below the navel, 'cause I'm able
Ball so muhfuckin' hard, tape my ankle
Ball so muhfuckin' hard, check my bankroll (Yeah, yeah)
First, talkin' bout, you don't fuck with a nigga
Go out of town like you done with a nigga
Really ain't much you ain't done with a nigga
Shots, straight liquor, make a nigga wanna lick it
I put the "X" in "Exceptional"
I put the "X" into "extra," ho
I put the "X" into "X and O"
I got the game, I'm professional, yeah
My dick is the antidote
She like me on top like an antelope
That time I had smoked with your best friend
I wanted to fuck y'all on the patio
You miss when I kiss on your earring
You miss when I kiss on your clit ring
Thats why I put you in this sixteen
I'll fuck you and watch on the big screen (Yeah)

[Lil Wayne:]
You always say this is ya last time
You couldn't tell that at a campfire
You always say this is ya last time
You said that last time, girl wait

I thought you wasn't fucking with me no more
Girl, what happened
I thought you wasn't fucking with me no more
Girl, what happened
You're lying to yaself (Stop lying)
You compromise with yaself
I thought you wasn't fucking with me no more
Girl, what happened
I thought you wasn't fucking with me no more
Girl, what happened
You're lying to ya self, (stop lying) you compromise with yaself
I thought you wasn't fucking with me no more
I thought you wasn't fucking with me no more
Damn girl what happened
What happened
What happened

Know what I am saying, no auto tune on this shit Collegrove

Section lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)

[2 Chainz:]
You niggas ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section
You niggas ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section
You bitches ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section
You bitches ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section
Might get some work I might come up
My favorite hustler is Stunna
My favorite rapper is me
My bank account filled with commas
You niggas ain't talking about nothing what y'all doing in my section
You bitches ain't talking about nothing what y'all doing in my section

I got them commas on commas
I'm rocking Polo pajamas
I went to jail, I might go to Hell, I used to sell drugs to my momma
I got a scale, I'm ducking from 12, eat Benihana's like McDonald's
My partner got jammed, he can't see his fam, so middle finger to your honor
Fuck is you doing in my section
Fuck my girl with no protection
Fuck the world with no protection
She fell in love with my profession
I trap and I rap on the side of course
She feeling the ride of course
I had to style the Porsche
I got the loud of course
I wore a smile to court, flexing!
Ya you know I'm flexing
Shawty said she wanted Houston's, so I flew her to Texas
And my shawty so damn fine I charge you to text her
I got a selection in my collection
So why the fuck are you in my section?

You niggas ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section
You niggas ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section
You bitches ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section
You bitches ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section
Might get some work I might come up
My favorite hustler is Stunna
My favorite rapper is me
My bank account filled with commas
You niggas ain't talking about nothing what y'all doing in my section
You bitches ain't talking about nothing what y'all doing in my section

[Lil' Wayne:]
Walk around this bitch with a mean mug
I walk around my house with a lean mug
She pull my dick out and get a bear hug
And then the bitch swallow all of these cubs
I walk up in your house with machine guns
Catch you on the couch watching re-runs
Shoot first then I ask questions later
Nigga mad when I get no response
Been had hoes since peach fuzz
Been had money since peach fuzz
Shining on these motherfucking bitch niggas
I feel like the sun on a beach bum
My slime got the cannon and he a loose cannon
And I got the cannon and I am no different
I got that money, money's not a problem
How you like my Spanish, money's no problemo
Up in my section I'm laughing with bitches
I don't get the jokes but I do get the pussy
Smoking that loud I know you want to shoosh me
Don't need security my homie a bully
Take me a shot hit the blunt throw my set up
If she ain't fucking thats ok no pressure
I gladly tell her like Stuttering Stanley pl-pl-pl-please
Bitch get the fuck out my section!

[2 Chainz:]
You niggas ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section
You niggas ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section
You bitches ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section
You bitches ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section
Might get some work I might come up
My favorite hustler is Stunna
My favorite rapper is me
My bank account filled with commas
You niggas ain't talking about nothing what y'all doing in my section
You bitches ain't talking about nothing what y'all doing in my section

Watch Out lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. DJ Bigga Rankin)

Yo, okay
All my niggas with me
All my niggas with it
All my niggas ballin'
All my niggas athletic
All my niggas A1
All got street cred
All my niggas ballin'
All my niggas athletic

Pulled up in a Phantom
Pulled off with a dancer
Got a pocket full of money
Kinda hard to keep my pants up
Nigga tryna run them bands up
Fuck a bitch with my hands up
Lil Quay fuck the Xans up
Kinda hard to understand her
Duffle bags in the Escalade
Call the bitch, there a bread truck
Got the bitch going retarded
Call Uber for a spare truck
All these niggas never scared us
All these niggas never ran up
Bitch tryna put the head on me
Niggas tryna put the feds on me!
Niggas tryna take meds on me
Everything for the players only
Niggas sunny like Arizona
Gunshots just for sayin' something
Spraying shit like aerosol
You a foul and that's a fair ball
Nigga can't reach the goals
Keep shootin' them damn air balls

Watch out, lil bitch
Watch out, lil bitch
Watch out, lil bitch
Uh, watch out, lil bitch
You getting mad
I'm getting rich!
You getting mad
And I'm getting rich!
Watch out, lil bitch
Watch out, lil bitch
Watch out, lil bitch (Stiff arm)
Hey, watch out, lil bitch
You getting mad
I'm getting rich
You getting mad
Bitch, I'm getting rich

Watch out, lil ho
My partners still smoke on parole
They say that I'm crazy
I used to talk to a stove
I tell it to lock, shit, I tell it a lot
Go to the dealership, fishtail off the lot
You know I'm comin' straight out the block
You know I'm comin' straight of the top
Shawty said she want 5 million
'Cause I told her to leave and called her a thot
Shit, you can like it or not, damn
I'm comin' straight out the pot
Still got some Act' in my stock
Nigga I ain't gotta lie
Nigga I ain't gotta try
You wavin' that thing in the sky?
We wavin' that thing at your body
We wavin' that thing at your eye!
Look at the watch on my wrist
Got 'em all watchin' my wrist
Told that lil bitch I'll pass
Nigga watch the assist
I run the trap like the marathon
You niggas softer than silicone
You know what it's like when the feelin' gone
I know what it's like when the ceilin' gone
I had a sit down with Farrakhan
Turn the White House to the Terrordome
I used to serve at the Chevron
I used to serve with my necklace on, bitch!

Watch out, lil bitch
Watch out, lil bitch
Watch out, lil bitch
Uh, watch out, lil bitch
You getting mad
I'm getting rich
You getting mad
And I'm getting rich
Watch out, lil bitch
Watch out, lil bitch
Watch out, lil bitch
(Stiff arm)
Hey, watch out, lil bitch
You getting mad
I'm getting rich
You getting mad
Bitch, I'm getting rich

EP: Felt Like Cappin (2016)




















Felt Like Cappin lyrics - 2 Chainz

Felt like cappin'
I felt like cappin'
I felt like cappin'
I felt like cappin'

Been havin' that happy hour
Presidential Rolex, I declare
I don't care what they doing over there
Wrap my dreads in a ponytail
I thumb through the cash right in front of folks
AK on the yacht, that's my banana boat
South Florida for the winter, I got sunburn
Half you niggas was some suckers in the lunchroom
I don't care about the tats on your face
Them bitches cost 15 dollars
I don't care about the pills that you take
Them bitches cost 15 dollars
I'm a rich nigga, I take rich drugs
Smoking gas and drinking lean in the strip club
Got too many kids to play with you niggas
I'm lost for words, nothing to say to you niggas
I got a Maybach, a Chevelle, a Drophead
A Wraith, a Audi, Infinity
Got a tour bus that's long as a fucking centipede
Got a Panamera, a duely and a sling
Cappin', I'm cappin', I'm cappin', I'm cappin'
I put it in your face like a motherfucking napkin
Got me a Sprinter just to play the fucking game in
At nighttime I turn that bitch to the Days Inn
Two crosses on and they looking like "Ay man"
They looking at me like I'm paid man
It's nothing much that I can say man
'Cause my actions speak louder than my fragrance

Felt like cappin'
I felt like cappin'
I felt like cappin'
I felt like cappin'
I felt like cappin'
I felt like cappin'
I felt like cappin'
Felt like cappin'

MF'N Right lyrics - 2 Chainz

Now that's crazy
Now that's hard Mike WiLL, that's hard
See I ain't see it like that, that's hard
You hard bruh
That's why, that's why we been friends for so long bruh
That's why I used to sneak you in the club bruh
Just for that reason right there bruh
Aight bruh, let me just freestyle some more, cause this shit
I'm smoking the LSD
And god dang, I got a little drink downstairs
I don't need it though, let's go
Let me just fuck with this shit [?]

Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right

Mike told me this gon' be your favorite song
Ooh, wear that red one, that my favorite thong
Put 'em on, I said baby put 'em on
I said what you gonna do when you go home?
Kiss your man after you sucked on my woo!
She called my phone, I told her I was at the stu
Last name Chainz, first name 2
Pull up on me, shawty you know what to do

Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right

I bought some gold chains with my drug money
Then wore it on the stage just to stunt on 'em
That's how we do it on the south side
Might buy an AK using all 5's
Pittsburgh, Zone 6, Zone trey
Zone 1, do this shit like every day
Old Nat, Godby Road, Candler Road
24's got the Wraith pigeon toed

Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right

Gas station, re-up on the petrol
Hit the trap and re-up on the petrol
Shit, by the time you get it it's a retro
Shit, used to have a job outside of Citgo
Shit, by the time you get it I'll be peww nigga
Yeah I been a player since the womb nigga
OG Kush is my perfume nigga
Ice on my wrist, I got my mind right
Riding down the street with the Klondikes
Two black hoes, white one in the middle
I'm getting to the S with two lines in the middle
Got a bankroll that'll make it whip

Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right

Back On The Bullshyt lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)

[2 Chainz:]
Cardo got wings
Yung Exclusive
Umm
They say we smoke, we gon' smoke
You say we gon' drink ,we gon' drink
You say you want drugs, we want drugs
We don't give a fuck what you think

Big dually parked in my driveway
Hanging out that motherfucker sideways
Residue in my fingernail, make every day like Friday
This how we do it on the southside
Bumpin' Trapaveli on the car ride
Bad booty shots got you lopsided
I buy a new car if my car die
Solid gold Jesus, two of 'em
Backseat I'ma call it futon
Ride around in motherfucker uwop
Like who-a-who-a-who-a-who-a
Bought a bad bitch, I got a crew of 'em
It's four fur coats, I got a zoo of 'em
It's thug life, niggas I don't fool with 'em
I don't care if I went to school with 'em
Come out that thing like yeet
Everybody with me, nigga D
Everybody with me, nigga D
Everybody with me nigga eat
Black ink all on my body
I pray a body don't get on my shotty
I pray nobody don't get in my way nigga
A to the motherfucking K nigga
Start spittin' lyrical bullets
Don't be surprised if I pull it
Don't be surprised if I shoot it
We the type to pick on a bully
We the type to ride in foreigns
We the type to ride on Forgis
Pinky ring look like a smoothie
Flame goin' up on a Tuesday

You on that bullshit ain't you?
You on that bullshit ain't you?
You on that bullshit ain't you?
Now, you on that bullshit ain't you?
You on that bullshit ain't you?
You on that bullshit ain't you?
You on that bullshit ain't you?
Now, you on that bullshit ain't you?

[Lil Wayne:]
Big thing parked in the driveway
Squad hotter than Zimbabwe
IPhone got a nigga irate
Ringing all day, all day, like Kanye
Got AK bullets with your name on 'em
Powder on my hands, King James on 'em
I walk around this bitch with my chest out
Yeah nigga bout to go Ving Rhames on 'em
Man look at who I done became on 'em
Niggas look who and I went switch lanes on 'em
All my niggas brainless, need brain donors
We movin' birds, gettin' birds, shit stains on 'em
Man fuck these niggas, I don't know these niggas
From Jumpstreet it's been M-O-B nigga
It's M-O-B since my D-O-B nigga
And since my D-O-B I've been on my J-O-B nigga
I shoot a nigga ass like Ginobili nigga
I kick a nigga ass like Shinobi nigga
I give your bitch dick like Moby nigga
She know the words to my songs, karaoke winner
Smokey Robinson couldn't out smoke me nigga
I'm on her cheese like anchovies nigga
I get a kilo and keep it lowkey nigga
'Cause you on that bullshit and you nosy nigga
You on that bullshit ain't ya?
I'm back on my bullshit, gangster
I'm back up to full strength, gangster
Pat-pat at the pulpit, gangster, amen
And I still root for the underdog
And you the pile of shit under the underdog
These niggas ain't eatin' like a Ramadan
I shoot the driver in the head, make 'em honk the horn
I got the 100's big faces like a mongoloid (God forgive me)
I got the 100's big faces like a mongoloid (God forgive me)
Got big booty bitches in their under-alls
And they pussy gettin' wetter than a thunderstorm
And I swear when I'm in them panty hose
I'm like a kid in the candy store
But I got this bright red bandana though
Flingin' it like I'm a matador

[2 Chainz & Lil Wayne:]
You on that bullshit ain't you?
You on that bullshit ain't you?
You on that bullshit ain't you?
Now, you on that bullshit ain't you?
You on that bullshit ain't you?
You on that bullshit ain't you?
You on that bullshit ain't you?
Now, you on that bullshit ain't you?

[2 Chainz (Lil Wayne):]
Yeah (yeah), yup (yup)
Yeah (yeah), yup (yup)
Yeah

[Lil Wayne (2 Chainz):]
It's Tunechi and 2 Chainz and we on that bullshit
It's 2 Chainz and Tunechi and we back on our bullshit
(Yeah, yup)
You on that bullshit
You come on with that bullshit
We gon' handle that bullshit
We gon' deal with that bullshit
So come on with that bullshit
'Cause we back, we back on our bullshit
You on that bullshit ain't you?
You on that bullshit ain't you?
I'm back on my bullshit
I'm back on my bullshit
I'm back up to full strength
Pat-pat-pat, amen
Yes Lord, we back on that bullshit
ColleGrove

Not Invited lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)

Of course I'ma stunt
Of course I'ma stunt
Of course I'ma stunt
Of course I'ma stunt

All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited

I don't have to front
I park in the front with the trunk in the front
Make me a profit a month
Whether I get it or don't
I'ma go hard, I'ma stunt
I'm puttin' gas in the joint
I'm puttin' oil in the blunt
I do this shit for the Park
I do this shit for the Point
I do this shit for the 'Vard
I do this shit cause you boring
I am the man in this muthafucka
I got them bandz in this muthafucka
You know what I'm sayin', hand full of Xans
Nigga not playin' in this muthafucka
Put me a deuce in a Brisk tea
Couple of chains on the Crims tee
Tell me how I met a bitch one time and she talkin' 'bout she miss me

All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited

She fell in love with the Percocet
She like the one with a ten on it
She like the Benz with the fins on it
She like the Benz with the lens on it
She like the Benz with the rims on it
And my turbo got them twins on 'em
All of my partners got bandz on 'em
So tell me what the fuck you sayin' huh?
You exotic baby, you special
Go and send me some nude pictures
You so fine, it's a damn crime, you gon' end up on a news special
You exotic baby, I'm fuckin' with you
You exotic baby, I'm workin' with you
And I'm smokin' on exotic
Got Chanel on her body
Might meet her in the lobby, used the earth as my ashtray
"Give a fuck" is my last name, "I don't" is my first
This for my ones, like November first
Walk around with two cups, like I'm always thirsty

All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic (None of your hoes. none of your hoes)
None of your hoes is invited

None of your hoes, none of your hoes
None of your hoes, none of your hoes
None of your hoes, none of your hoes
Ain't none of your hoes, none of your hoes
Ain't none of your hoes, none of your hoes
None of your hoes, none of your hoes
None of your hoes, none of your hoes
They can't get in, they can't get in
Yeah, It's a real nigga party
It's a real bitches party
See that vibe right here, you dig?

Thousand dollar shoes on your sofa
My other trap nigga watchin' Oprah
My other trap nigga watchin' Ricki Lake
I'm a trap nigga servin' shake and bake
I'm a trap nigga, serve you shake and bake
We in the back of the bando
Ammo like "Commando"
Pit bark in the front yard
Ain't no key for the top part
I'm allergic to cop cars
All these F's on my rims, fuck report cards
Reporting live straight from College Park

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