- Birthday Song lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Kanye West)
- No Lie lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Drake)
Birthday Song lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Kanye West)
[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah
Birthday, it’s your birthday
If I die bury me inside that Louie store
[Hook: 2 Chainz]
They ask me what I do and who I do it for
And how I come up with this shit up in the studio
All I want for my birthday is a big booty girl
All I want for my birthday is a big booty girl
When I die, bury me inside the Gucci store
When I die, bury me inside the Louie store
All I want for my birthday is a big booty girl
All I want for my birthday is a big booty girl
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
She got a big booty so I call her Big Booty
Scrr Scrr, Wrists moving, cookin’ to it
I’m in the kitchen, yams everywhere
Just made a jugg I got bands everywhere
You the realest nigga breathin’ if I hold my breath
Referee, with the whistle, hold his tech
Extendo clip, extendo roll
When your girl leave me she need a hair salon
Hair weave killer, goin’ on a trapathon
See I done have more bars than Pakistan
bomb, bomb, and a bomb
She [?], I’m ballin’ you in will call
When I die, bury me inside the jewelry store
When I die, bury me inside the Truey store
True to my religion, true everything I’m too different
So when I die, bury me next to 2 bitches
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Ah, Yeezy Yeezy how you doing huh?
It’s my birthday, I deserve to be greedy huh?
She holding out, she ain’t givin’ to the needy huh?
You go downstairs and fall asleep with the T.V on
Ya’ll been together ten years, you deserve a menaj
‘Specially if you put that BMW in the garage
‘Specially if you paid a couple payments on her mamma crib
Weren’t you at niece’s graduation? Man, I hate those kids
Last birthday, she got you a new sweater
Put it on, give her a kiss, and tell her, “Do better”
She said, “How ’bout I get you jewelry from the Weston?”
How ’bout she hit the West End and get her best friend?
I’m jokin’, I’m just serious, I asked her
Don’t be actin’ like no actress, if we preachin’ then we practice
Don’t be reachin’, don’t be touchin’ shit
We in Kanye West’s benz, cause I will turn you back to a pedestrian
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz (Kanye West)]
It’s your birthday, it’s your birthday
Bad bitches contest, you in first place
You in first place, you in first place
Bad bitches contest, you in first place
I show up with a check to your work place
(Then hand the valet the keys to the Mercy)
Tell the DJ play your song, this shit come on
(What I’m seein’ from the back I can’t front on)
They ask me what I do and who I do it for
When I die, bury me inside the booty club
Get it good, get it good, get it get it good
I might switch it up and get you good
[Hook]
[Outro: 2 Chainz (Kanye West)]
Deuce and Ye
We like Snoop and Dre
And this your birthday, baby?
You deserve a coupe today
(You in first place, you in first place)
(Bad bitches contest you in first place!)
Yeah
Birthday, it’s your birthday
If I die bury me inside that Louie store
[Hook: 2 Chainz]
They ask me what I do and who I do it for
And how I come up with this shit up in the studio
All I want for my birthday is a big booty girl
All I want for my birthday is a big booty girl
When I die, bury me inside the Gucci store
When I die, bury me inside the Louie store
All I want for my birthday is a big booty girl
All I want for my birthday is a big booty girl
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
She got a big booty so I call her Big Booty
Scrr Scrr, Wrists moving, cookin’ to it
I’m in the kitchen, yams everywhere
Just made a jugg I got bands everywhere
You the realest nigga breathin’ if I hold my breath
Referee, with the whistle, hold his tech
Extendo clip, extendo roll
When your girl leave me she need a hair salon
Hair weave killer, goin’ on a trapathon
See I done have more bars than Pakistan
bomb, bomb, and a bomb
She [?], I’m ballin’ you in will call
When I die, bury me inside the jewelry store
When I die, bury me inside the Truey store
True to my religion, true everything I’m too different
So when I die, bury me next to 2 bitches
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Ah, Yeezy Yeezy how you doing huh?
It’s my birthday, I deserve to be greedy huh?
She holding out, she ain’t givin’ to the needy huh?
You go downstairs and fall asleep with the T.V on
Ya’ll been together ten years, you deserve a menaj
‘Specially if you put that BMW in the garage
‘Specially if you paid a couple payments on her mamma crib
Weren’t you at niece’s graduation? Man, I hate those kids
Last birthday, she got you a new sweater
Put it on, give her a kiss, and tell her, “Do better”
She said, “How ’bout I get you jewelry from the Weston?”
How ’bout she hit the West End and get her best friend?
I’m jokin’, I’m just serious, I asked her
Don’t be actin’ like no actress, if we preachin’ then we practice
Don’t be reachin’, don’t be touchin’ shit
We in Kanye West’s benz, cause I will turn you back to a pedestrian
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz (Kanye West)]
It’s your birthday, it’s your birthday
Bad bitches contest, you in first place
You in first place, you in first place
Bad bitches contest, you in first place
I show up with a check to your work place
(Then hand the valet the keys to the Mercy)
Tell the DJ play your song, this shit come on
(What I’m seein’ from the back I can’t front on)
They ask me what I do and who I do it for
When I die, bury me inside the booty club
Get it good, get it good, get it get it good
I might switch it up and get you good
[Hook]
[Outro: 2 Chainz (Kanye West)]
Deuce and Ye
We like Snoop and Dre
And this your birthday, baby?
You deserve a coupe today
(You in first place, you in first place)
(Bad bitches contest you in first place!)
No Lie lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Drake)
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I am smoking on that gas, life should be on Cinemax
Movie, Bought my boo bigger tits and a bigger ass
Who he's, not I, I smoke strong, that Popeye
Louie V's in my archives, black diamonds, apartheid
Bread up and my top down
On the block with a block out
Hit ya ass with that block out
Dope enough to go in yo nostrils
I take ya girl and kidnap her
Beat her to my mattress
A skeleton in my closet
It's probably dead ass rappers
It's probably pussy ass niggas
Don't try me I pull that trigga
Got ya car note in my cup
And your rent in my swisha
That pussy so good I miss ya
Head game's so vicious
And all I get is cheese
Like I'm taking pictures
[Hook: Drake]
I say fuck you, 'less I'm with' ya
If I take you out of the picture
I know real niggas won't miss ya
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-I-ee-I
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-I-ee-I
Real niggas, say word,
Ye ain't never told no lie
Ye ain't never told no lie
Real niggas, say word,
Ye ain't never told no lie
Ye ain't never told no lie
Real niggas, stay true
Ye ain't never told no lie
Ye ain't never told no lie
That's a thing I don't do
Nah I just do it for the niggas
That are trying to see a million 'fore they die
Wattup
[Verse 2: Drake]
2 Chainz and champagne
You want true, that's true enough
Forbes list like every year
My office is my tour bus
She came through, she brought food
She got fucked, she knew wassup
She think I'm the realest out
And I say "damn, that makes two of us"
Aww that look like what's her name
Chances are it's what's her name
Chances are, if she was acting up
Then I fucked her once and never fucked again
She could have a Grammy, I still treat her ass like a nominee
Just need to know what that pussy like so one time it's fine with me
Young ass an intern, with money like I built the shit
Streets talking that confirm
Go ask them who just catch shit
Stay keeping my cup full so I'm extra charged like a state tax
Me an' Chainz go way back
We don't talk shit, we just say facts (Yes Lord)
[Hook: Drake]
I say fuck you, 'less I'm with' ya
If I take you out of the picture
I know real niggas won't miss ya
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-I-ee-I
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-I-ee-I
Real niggas, say word,
Ye ain't never told no lie
Ye ain't never told no lie
Real niggas, say word,
Ye ain't never told no lie
Ye ain't never told no lie
Real niggas, stay true
Ye ain't never told no lie
Ye ain't never told no lie
That's a thing I don't do
Nah I just do it for the niggas
That are trying to see a million 'fore they die
Wattup
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Name a nigga that want some
I'll out rap his ass
I'll trap his ass
Put his ass in a plastic bag with his trash ass
Take 'em out, bring 'em in
Them whole things, 2Pac without a nose ring
Thug Life, one wife, a mistress and a girlfriend
I did what they say I wouldn't
Went where they say I couldn't (true)
YSL belt buckle
Ya'll niggas sure is looking
Ya'll niggas sure is lucky
2 Chainz on my rugby
Left hand on that steering wheel
Right hand on that pussy
[Hook: Drake]
I say fuck you, 'less I'm with' ya
If I take you out of the picture
I know real niggas won't miss ya
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-I-ee-I
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-I-ee-I
Real niggas, say word,
Ye ain't never told no lie
Ye ain't never told no lie
Real niggas, say word,
Ye ain't never told no lie
Ye ain't never told no lie
Real niggas, stay true
Ye ain't never told no lie
Ye ain't never told no lie
That's a thing I don't do
Nah I just do it for the niggas
That are trying to see a million 'fore they die
Wattup
I am smoking on that gas, life should be on Cinemax
Movie, Bought my boo bigger tits and a bigger ass
Who he's, not I, I smoke strong, that Popeye
Louie V's in my archives, black diamonds, apartheid
Bread up and my top down
On the block with a block out
Hit ya ass with that block out
Dope enough to go in yo nostrils
I take ya girl and kidnap her
Beat her to my mattress
A skeleton in my closet
It's probably dead ass rappers
It's probably pussy ass niggas
Don't try me I pull that trigga
Got ya car note in my cup
And your rent in my swisha
That pussy so good I miss ya
Head game's so vicious
And all I get is cheese
Like I'm taking pictures
[Hook: Drake]
I say fuck you, 'less I'm with' ya
If I take you out of the picture
I know real niggas won't miss ya
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-I-ee-I
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-I-ee-I
Real niggas, say word,
Ye ain't never told no lie
Ye ain't never told no lie
Real niggas, say word,
Ye ain't never told no lie
Ye ain't never told no lie
Real niggas, stay true
Ye ain't never told no lie
Ye ain't never told no lie
That's a thing I don't do
Nah I just do it for the niggas
That are trying to see a million 'fore they die
Wattup
[Verse 2: Drake]
2 Chainz and champagne
You want true, that's true enough
Forbes list like every year
My office is my tour bus
She came through, she brought food
She got fucked, she knew wassup
She think I'm the realest out
And I say "damn, that makes two of us"
Aww that look like what's her name
Chances are it's what's her name
Chances are, if she was acting up
Then I fucked her once and never fucked again
She could have a Grammy, I still treat her ass like a nominee
Just need to know what that pussy like so one time it's fine with me
Young ass an intern, with money like I built the shit
Streets talking that confirm
Go ask them who just catch shit
Stay keeping my cup full so I'm extra charged like a state tax
Me an' Chainz go way back
We don't talk shit, we just say facts (Yes Lord)
[Hook: Drake]
I say fuck you, 'less I'm with' ya
If I take you out of the picture
I know real niggas won't miss ya
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-I-ee-I
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-I-ee-I
Real niggas, say word,
Ye ain't never told no lie
Ye ain't never told no lie
Real niggas, say word,
Ye ain't never told no lie
Ye ain't never told no lie
Real niggas, stay true
Ye ain't never told no lie
Ye ain't never told no lie
That's a thing I don't do
Nah I just do it for the niggas
That are trying to see a million 'fore they die
Wattup
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Name a nigga that want some
I'll out rap his ass
I'll trap his ass
Put his ass in a plastic bag with his trash ass
Take 'em out, bring 'em in
Them whole things, 2Pac without a nose ring
Thug Life, one wife, a mistress and a girlfriend
I did what they say I wouldn't
Went where they say I couldn't (true)
YSL belt buckle
Ya'll niggas sure is looking
Ya'll niggas sure is lucky
2 Chainz on my rugby
Left hand on that steering wheel
Right hand on that pussy
[Hook: Drake]
I say fuck you, 'less I'm with' ya
If I take you out of the picture
I know real niggas won't miss ya
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-I-ee-I
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-I-ee-I
Real niggas, say word,
Ye ain't never told no lie
Ye ain't never told no lie
Real niggas, say word,
Ye ain't never told no lie
Ye ain't never told no lie
Real niggas, stay true
Ye ain't never told no lie
Ye ain't never told no lie
That's a thing I don't do
Nah I just do it for the niggas
That are trying to see a million 'fore they die
Wattup
mixtape: "T.R.U. Realigion" (2011)
- Got One lyrics - 2 Chainz
- Undastatement lyrics - 2 Chainz
- Turn Up lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Cap 1)
- Riot lyrics - 2 Chainz
- Stunt lyrics - 2 chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)
- Spend It lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. TIP)
- Murder lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Kreayshawn)
- Slangin Birds lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Young Jeezy & Yo Gotti)
- K.O. lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Big Sean)
- One Day At A Time lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Jadakiss)
- I Got It lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Trey Songz)
- Kesha lyrics - 2 Chainz
Got One lyrics - 2 Chainz
[Verse 1:]
Sometimes I have them thoughts
Like I'm too real for this shit
Labels keep callin'
I need 2 mil for this shit!
Took a mixtape
Turned it to a mansion
Then I took my last pack
And it turned into gymnastics
The crazy thing about it
I been knew I had it
I was being patient, y'all was being stagnant
The crazy thing about it
I been gettin' money
I been gettin' pussy
Shades cost 600
The crazy thing about it
I don't need nobody
I don't need no co-signer
talking 'bout I got 'em
The crazy thing about it
Everything been crazy
My girl cousin died
Now who gon' take care of them babies
[Hook: x2]
A-Town, we got one
Westside, we got one
Eastside, we got one
Southside, we got one
Got one, I got one
This pistol on me, I got one
This check homie, I got one
Respect homie, I got one
[Verse 2:]
This polo, not Izod
I get dough like Tae Kwon
Asking me what I'm on
I say my bank account is on steroids
Trappin' off my Android
Tryin' not to go fed for it
Cause I'm so high, talkin' I'm so fly
I don't know if I should l land for it
Addicted to codeine
My side effect is a red girl
If I buy the pussy you payin' for it
Put your head through the headboard
I say it but, I don't get no cred for it
Pull up in that short bus
Tell 'em this a sped tour
[Hook x2]
Sometimes I have them thoughts
Like I'm too real for this shit
Labels keep callin'
I need 2 mil for this shit!
Took a mixtape
Turned it to a mansion
Then I took my last pack
And it turned into gymnastics
The crazy thing about it
I been knew I had it
I was being patient, y'all was being stagnant
The crazy thing about it
I been gettin' money
I been gettin' pussy
Shades cost 600
The crazy thing about it
I don't need nobody
I don't need no co-signer
talking 'bout I got 'em
The crazy thing about it
Everything been crazy
My girl cousin died
Now who gon' take care of them babies
[Hook: x2]
A-Town, we got one
Westside, we got one
Eastside, we got one
Southside, we got one
Got one, I got one
This pistol on me, I got one
This check homie, I got one
Respect homie, I got one
[Verse 2:]
This polo, not Izod
I get dough like Tae Kwon
Asking me what I'm on
I say my bank account is on steroids
Trappin' off my Android
Tryin' not to go fed for it
Cause I'm so high, talkin' I'm so fly
I don't know if I should l land for it
Addicted to codeine
My side effect is a red girl
If I buy the pussy you payin' for it
Put your head through the headboard
I say it but, I don't get no cred for it
Pull up in that short bus
Tell 'em this a sped tour
[Hook x2]
Undastatement lyrics - 2 Chainz
[Verse 1:]
They say I run the streets
I tell 'em no wonder
The cheapest thang I got on is my belt and it's 400
Real recognize real and you don't look familiar
If my girl worked at a spa, man she still wouldn't feel ya
Cocaine flow, they done dropped me in the pot
I came out hard and I sold out the block
Tity 2 Chainz, I been killin' hairdos
So many dates on my calendar it looks tattooed
Got my mind on my moolah
My Tech 9 got a cooler
They scratching they medullah
They like how the fuck you do ya
Don't make me number 2 ya
Okay, I need some Charmin
I got swag for sale and I'm giving niggas bargains
Rappers are my target
My flow so retarded
Need a handicap sticker for my 16s when I park 'em
When she in the front I make her put in reverse
And if that pussy good then I'll put it in a verse
And I'm killing these niggas, Put 'em in the dirt
And yeah, I'm killing pussy we should do it in a hearse
I woke up this morning, said I'm a get it
Turned right over and I gave that bitch the business
Hopped out the king size
My friends are green guys
Suit on, it look like I done sold bean pies
Qui-Qui-Quiet storm
I flick my lighter on
2 blunts together like an extension cord
[Hook: x2]
Oh yeah we gettin' to the money (Understatement)
I know you heard my trap bunkin' (Understatement)
All my bitches bad (That's a understatement)
My car is going really fast (That's a understatement)
[Verse 2:]
You need a standing ovation
If you stand in my location
Every nigga round here done been shot or on probation
It's the life we chose, guns and hoes
Guns and roses, niggas know that rock don't roll
Grab the spray, Drop the phone, Cop the O
Niggas know my flow is Mop 'N Glo
You know where I be on
I be on the styrofoam
Chicka-Chi 1, 2 like it was a microphone
Your girl's like a drive thru, I want a combo
And she's so wet I need a towel, pronto
2 Chainz, A.K.A. condo
Cause that's how much these chains cost if you don't know
[Hook x2]
They say I run the streets
I tell 'em no wonder
The cheapest thang I got on is my belt and it's 400
Real recognize real and you don't look familiar
If my girl worked at a spa, man she still wouldn't feel ya
Cocaine flow, they done dropped me in the pot
I came out hard and I sold out the block
Tity 2 Chainz, I been killin' hairdos
So many dates on my calendar it looks tattooed
Got my mind on my moolah
My Tech 9 got a cooler
They scratching they medullah
They like how the fuck you do ya
Don't make me number 2 ya
Okay, I need some Charmin
I got swag for sale and I'm giving niggas bargains
Rappers are my target
My flow so retarded
Need a handicap sticker for my 16s when I park 'em
When she in the front I make her put in reverse
And if that pussy good then I'll put it in a verse
And I'm killing these niggas, Put 'em in the dirt
And yeah, I'm killing pussy we should do it in a hearse
I woke up this morning, said I'm a get it
Turned right over and I gave that bitch the business
Hopped out the king size
My friends are green guys
Suit on, it look like I done sold bean pies
Qui-Qui-Quiet storm
I flick my lighter on
2 blunts together like an extension cord
[Hook: x2]
Oh yeah we gettin' to the money (Understatement)
I know you heard my trap bunkin' (Understatement)
All my bitches bad (That's a understatement)
My car is going really fast (That's a understatement)
[Verse 2:]
You need a standing ovation
If you stand in my location
Every nigga round here done been shot or on probation
It's the life we chose, guns and hoes
Guns and roses, niggas know that rock don't roll
Grab the spray, Drop the phone, Cop the O
Niggas know my flow is Mop 'N Glo
You know where I be on
I be on the styrofoam
Chicka-Chi 1, 2 like it was a microphone
Your girl's like a drive thru, I want a combo
And she's so wet I need a towel, pronto
2 Chainz, A.K.A. condo
Cause that's how much these chains cost if you don't know
[Hook x2]
Turn Up lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Cap 1)
Yeaaa Ok
[Hook:]
I Walked In then I turnt Up
Pockets Full Of Hunduds
Shawty Gotta Tan
Like She Come From Da Bahamas
I Do this All Night, Man I should wore pajamas
Eatin' these rappers like a school of pirañas
Walked In Then I Turn Up
In Then I Turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In then I turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In Then I Turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In-In Then I turn Up
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I Walked Innnn, Then I Turn Up
Got The Benz Ridin Front Us
All My Friends On Da Come Up
I'm Like Damnn, These Niggas Ain't A 100
Man I keep That Shit A 100
All This Blang Cost Me a 100
[Hook:]
I Walked In then I turnt Up
Pockets Full Of Hunduds
Shawty Gotta Tan
Like She Come From Da Bahamas
I Do this All Night, Man I should wore pajamas
Eatin' these rappers like a school of pirañas
Walked In Then I Turn Up
In Then I turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In then I turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In Then I Turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In-In Then I turn Up
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I Got a Recipe For My Destiny
Southside Niggas To the Left Of Me
Southside Niggas To The Right of Mee
Um A Southside Niggas To The Death Of Me
On Exstacy You Couldn't Fuck WIth Me
Gettin Money is My Specialty
Got The Game On Lock
And I Got A Muthafuckin Extra keyy
Excellence is My Pedegree
Buy a Car And Seem Peddy To Her
And I Paint The Feet
Call That Shit a Pedicure
Niggas on the Road Ain't Gettin No Money That's A Pediture
I Can Fuck Yo Bitch, And Act Like I Neva Knew Her
She The Shit, Um Manure
Umma Throw Pussy CounterSueHer
Keep It On The Low, So SomeTimes I Get Pussy On The Floor
I'm On Top, So Look Down Below
Told Ya'll Um Bout To Blow
Um BOut the Dough, I Count The dough
I Cash Out Then Um Out The Door
[Hook:]
I Walked In then I turnt Up
Pockets Full Of Hunduds
Shawty Gotta Tan
Like She Come From Da Bahamas
I Do this All Night, Man I should wore pajamas
Eatin' these rappers like a school of pirañas
Walked In Then I Turn Up
In Then I turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In then I turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In Then I Turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In-In Then I turn Up
[Verse 3: Cap 1]
I Walked Inn, Then I Turn Up
Then I set up ON they Muthafuckin Couch Roll The Weed With A Burner
Got A Bad Bitch I Make Her My Liquor
She Got Her Girl With Her, She Don't That I Be Hittin Her
Red Bottom Shoes With They Spikes All On It
Pocket Full Of 100, Make All These Bitches All Want Me
I Be Movin Thru The City, 100 Niggas Comin' With Me
On The ROad Of Riches It Was Some Bitches Takin Pictures
Roll A 3-5, Put Together 2 Swishers
Movin Like A Box Fuck Aroung And get Ya' Issue
Man Um Pourin' Up Lean, Got Me Drinkin Out the Pitcher
Walkin In, And I'm southside Coolin
Trueys On, They Gotta Fuck With My Movement
Southside Duffle Bag Nigga We Boomin'
Look At How I Do It, Tell That I'm Gettin It
Plug On Da Way, I Told That Nigga 20 Minutes
Ridin Real Wheel Through The City Nigga Pimpin
First I Go The Fifths Then I'm Headed Up To Lenox
Spendin Big Bags, Man Um Runin Through A Check
Work Just In, Got A Pack In The Jack
Show You How To Move, Niggas Talkin Finess
Probably Cuff One Then Um Offin The Rest (Gone!)
[Hook:]
I Walked In then I turnt Up
Pockets Full Of Hunduds
Shawty Gotta Tan
Like She Come From Da Bahamas
I Do this All Night, Man I should wore pajamas
Eatin' these rappers like a school of pirañas
Walked In Then I Turn Up
In Then I turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In then I turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In Then I Turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In-In Then I turn Up
[Hook:]
I Walked In then I turnt Up
Pockets Full Of Hunduds
Shawty Gotta Tan
Like She Come From Da Bahamas
I Do this All Night, Man I should wore pajamas
Eatin' these rappers like a school of pirañas
Walked In Then I Turn Up
In Then I Turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In then I turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In Then I Turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In-In Then I turn Up
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I Walked Innnn, Then I Turn Up
Got The Benz Ridin Front Us
All My Friends On Da Come Up
I'm Like Damnn, These Niggas Ain't A 100
Man I keep That Shit A 100
All This Blang Cost Me a 100
[Hook:]
I Walked In then I turnt Up
Pockets Full Of Hunduds
Shawty Gotta Tan
Like She Come From Da Bahamas
I Do this All Night, Man I should wore pajamas
Eatin' these rappers like a school of pirañas
Walked In Then I Turn Up
In Then I turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In then I turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In Then I Turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In-In Then I turn Up
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I Got a Recipe For My Destiny
Southside Niggas To the Left Of Me
Southside Niggas To The Right of Mee
Um A Southside Niggas To The Death Of Me
On Exstacy You Couldn't Fuck WIth Me
Gettin Money is My Specialty
Got The Game On Lock
And I Got A Muthafuckin Extra keyy
Excellence is My Pedegree
Buy a Car And Seem Peddy To Her
And I Paint The Feet
Call That Shit a Pedicure
Niggas on the Road Ain't Gettin No Money That's A Pediture
I Can Fuck Yo Bitch, And Act Like I Neva Knew Her
She The Shit, Um Manure
Umma Throw Pussy CounterSueHer
Keep It On The Low, So SomeTimes I Get Pussy On The Floor
I'm On Top, So Look Down Below
Told Ya'll Um Bout To Blow
Um BOut the Dough, I Count The dough
I Cash Out Then Um Out The Door
[Hook:]
I Walked In then I turnt Up
Pockets Full Of Hunduds
Shawty Gotta Tan
Like She Come From Da Bahamas
I Do this All Night, Man I should wore pajamas
Eatin' these rappers like a school of pirañas
Walked In Then I Turn Up
In Then I turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In then I turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In Then I Turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In-In Then I turn Up
[Verse 3: Cap 1]
I Walked Inn, Then I Turn Up
Then I set up ON they Muthafuckin Couch Roll The Weed With A Burner
Got A Bad Bitch I Make Her My Liquor
She Got Her Girl With Her, She Don't That I Be Hittin Her
Red Bottom Shoes With They Spikes All On It
Pocket Full Of 100, Make All These Bitches All Want Me
I Be Movin Thru The City, 100 Niggas Comin' With Me
On The ROad Of Riches It Was Some Bitches Takin Pictures
Roll A 3-5, Put Together 2 Swishers
Movin Like A Box Fuck Aroung And get Ya' Issue
Man Um Pourin' Up Lean, Got Me Drinkin Out the Pitcher
Walkin In, And I'm southside Coolin
Trueys On, They Gotta Fuck With My Movement
Southside Duffle Bag Nigga We Boomin'
Look At How I Do It, Tell That I'm Gettin It
Plug On Da Way, I Told That Nigga 20 Minutes
Ridin Real Wheel Through The City Nigga Pimpin
First I Go The Fifths Then I'm Headed Up To Lenox
Spendin Big Bags, Man Um Runin Through A Check
Work Just In, Got A Pack In The Jack
Show You How To Move, Niggas Talkin Finess
Probably Cuff One Then Um Offin The Rest (Gone!)
[Hook:]
I Walked In then I turnt Up
Pockets Full Of Hunduds
Shawty Gotta Tan
Like She Come From Da Bahamas
I Do this All Night, Man I should wore pajamas
Eatin' these rappers like a school of pirañas
Walked In Then I Turn Up
In Then I turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In then I turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In Then I Turn Up
Walked In then I turn Up
In-In Then I turn Up
Riot lyrics - 2 Chainz
Damn right I got it, damn right I got it [x4]
I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet,
Lame niggas be quiet You in the presence of a real nigga
I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet,
Lame niggas be quiet You in the real nigga's presence
I eat your girl up for breakfast, won't save you no extras
Say she fuck with me cause a real nigga is her preference
Drinking like I'm from Texas, and you know I stay flexin
And if you don't know I go by tity two necklace
Damn right I got it, damn right I'm bout it
Click full of killers, please don't get us excited
Yea I'm smoking loud so lame niggas be quiet
If you fuck with us, we gonna start up a riot
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot [x4]
I ain't stunnin dese niggas, I ain't stunnin dese bitches
2 cigar rellos, look like extension
Yeah I'm from the south side, her mouth wide
My pack loud, My gat loud I back out, And click clack pow pow
Court dates Still Trial, My rep is a reptile
Now later, alligators, I step ona work like a step child
Pimp up, hoes down, make your girl pull her clothes down
Her hair down and I'm down
Her phone off so don't dial
Dis right here is dat no style, I don't know how I do the shit
I'm true to this
True religion, they takin swag with no permission
All year it's Gucci season, Gs on my belt buckle
Cocaine on my left knuckle, Kill and bury what's left of you
Damn right I got it, damn right I'm bout it
Click full of killers, please don't get us excited
Yea I'm smokin loud so lame niggas be quiet
If you fuck with us, we gonna start up a riot
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot [x4]
I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet,
Lame niggas be quiet You in the presence of a real nigga
I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet,
Lame niggas be quiet You in the real nigga's presence
I eat your girl up for breakfast, won't save you no extras
Say she fuck with me cause a real nigga is her preference
Drinking like I'm from Texas, and you know I stay flexin
And if you don't know I go by tity two necklace
Damn right I got it, damn right I'm bout it
Click full of killers, please don't get us excited
Yea I'm smoking loud so lame niggas be quiet
If you fuck with us, we gonna start up a riot
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot [x4]
I ain't stunnin dese niggas, I ain't stunnin dese bitches
2 cigar rellos, look like extension
Yeah I'm from the south side, her mouth wide
My pack loud, My gat loud I back out, And click clack pow pow
Court dates Still Trial, My rep is a reptile
Now later, alligators, I step ona work like a step child
Pimp up, hoes down, make your girl pull her clothes down
Her hair down and I'm down
Her phone off so don't dial
Dis right here is dat no style, I don't know how I do the shit
I'm true to this
True religion, they takin swag with no permission
All year it's Gucci season, Gs on my belt buckle
Cocaine on my left knuckle, Kill and bury what's left of you
Damn right I got it, damn right I'm bout it
Click full of killers, please don't get us excited
Yea I'm smokin loud so lame niggas be quiet
If you fuck with us, we gonna start up a riot
I'm a start a riot, I'm a start a riot [x4]
Stunt lyrics - 2 chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)
(Yeah, uh huh, yeah)
See, what we about to do is (tell 'em)
Exactly what they can't do, dig that
(I got 'em)
Weezy F baby, these ho's know me
Young meal ticket watch me kick it like Shinobi
Flip it like aerobics, my flow is so heroic
My girl got a fat ass and I catch it when she throw it
I wet ya in the mornin', burn you in the evening
Dump you at night, let that duffle bag light
Like my shades hella dark, and my red flag bright
Got your bitch blowin' me, like she play bagpipe
Yeah I lay that pipe, I'm the plumber to your woman
I'm the flame on the stove in the desert in the summer
I'm a stunner so I'm gonna, stunt on you bitches
Big tow trucks sittin' on chrome engines
My account look like phone digits
Don't play in that boat because today I'm goin' fishin'
You don't get it, that's why I push that folk
Dirty to that dollar blown engine
And I'm a young nigga with money
Now what you goin' tell a young nigga with money
(Hey you, young nigga with money
What you goin' do with all that money)
Well I'm a stunt when I want to
I'm a stunt when I have to
I'm a stunt when I need to
I'm a stunt when I see you
I'm a stunt when I see you
I'm a stunt when I see you
Everytime I see you
I'm a stunt when I see you
(Ok, yeah)
The feet on the whip, big like Jurassic Park
The car tall to get in you need a running start
And I been gettin' doses, a runny nose
Kush my cologne you can smell it on my clothes
You know me I'm at the bar with a broad with a
Arm full of tattoo's, neck full of cars
Handful of money, what up Young money
Who the baddest bitch in the club, I'm going hunting
I'm from College Park it's the home of the Menard
If you finna like money then you are my target
Where my fuckin' boys and my duffle bags swinging
The way I reach notes man I oughta be singin'
My automo blingin' and the automo leanin'
The model ain't out yet for all the more reason
Four plus four, now we're even
Two chains doin' his things at the Four Seasons
Now, I'm a young nigga with money
What you goin' tell a young nigga with money
Hey you, young nigga with money
What you goin' do with all that money
Well I'm a stunt when I want to (yeah)
Stunt when I have to (yeah)
Stunt when I need to (yeah)
Stunt when I see you (yeah)
Stunt all on you
Stunt all on you
Everytime I see you
I'm a stunt all on you
See, what we about to do is (tell 'em)
Exactly what they can't do, dig that
(I got 'em)
Weezy F baby, these ho's know me
Young meal ticket watch me kick it like Shinobi
Flip it like aerobics, my flow is so heroic
My girl got a fat ass and I catch it when she throw it
I wet ya in the mornin', burn you in the evening
Dump you at night, let that duffle bag light
Like my shades hella dark, and my red flag bright
Got your bitch blowin' me, like she play bagpipe
Yeah I lay that pipe, I'm the plumber to your woman
I'm the flame on the stove in the desert in the summer
I'm a stunner so I'm gonna, stunt on you bitches
Big tow trucks sittin' on chrome engines
My account look like phone digits
Don't play in that boat because today I'm goin' fishin'
You don't get it, that's why I push that folk
Dirty to that dollar blown engine
And I'm a young nigga with money
Now what you goin' tell a young nigga with money
(Hey you, young nigga with money
What you goin' do with all that money)
Well I'm a stunt when I want to
I'm a stunt when I have to
I'm a stunt when I need to
I'm a stunt when I see you
I'm a stunt when I see you
I'm a stunt when I see you
Everytime I see you
I'm a stunt when I see you
(Ok, yeah)
The feet on the whip, big like Jurassic Park
The car tall to get in you need a running start
And I been gettin' doses, a runny nose
Kush my cologne you can smell it on my clothes
You know me I'm at the bar with a broad with a
Arm full of tattoo's, neck full of cars
Handful of money, what up Young money
Who the baddest bitch in the club, I'm going hunting
I'm from College Park it's the home of the Menard
If you finna like money then you are my target
Where my fuckin' boys and my duffle bags swinging
The way I reach notes man I oughta be singin'
My automo blingin' and the automo leanin'
The model ain't out yet for all the more reason
Four plus four, now we're even
Two chains doin' his things at the Four Seasons
Now, I'm a young nigga with money
What you goin' tell a young nigga with money
Hey you, young nigga with money
What you goin' do with all that money
Well I'm a stunt when I want to (yeah)
Stunt when I have to (yeah)
Stunt when I need to (yeah)
Stunt when I see you (yeah)
Stunt all on you
Stunt all on you
Everytime I see you
I'm a stunt all on you
Spend It lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. TIP)
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
[Hook:]
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it
[Bridge:]
I'm smoking on exotic my girl ain't got no stomach
Every time we have sex she always ask me for a hundred
I asked her if she workin, she asked me do I want it
I said when I went to school bitch money was the subject
[Hook:]
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it
[Verse 1:]
I'm riding round my side of town
Boxin gloves, I beat the trap
I had a coke, I had a smile
I had a coat for every style, crocodile the gator type
I'm allergic to the hater type, I'll take your wife, give her back
Nine months after that, similac
Similar to saying mama's baby's daddy maybe
When we had sex I was in the Mercedes
And I ain't crazy but if that's my baby
Then we gonna have to name the lil' baby Mercedes
The money that I'm makin I don't see it like I'm blind
I rather spend money baby I don't spend time
My pocket's on full and so is my gas tank
And all my cars got gas in the ash tray
[Hook:]
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it
[Verse 2:]
Photo-ready, my polo out the cleaners
I'm the perfect definition of something you've never seen
Maserati, Kawasaki, bought my girl a Beemer
The jewelry I got on is matching with the tequila
Patron margaritas, double for my diva's
I bring all my guns to work Gilbert Arenus
Plus I'm killin' features and I'm killin shows
I should have sex in a coffin 'cause I'm killin these hoes
Filling these goals, climbing up the ladder
Shoot your ass down you know I rep Atlanta, southside
I'm ridin around stuntin, smoking loud in public
Talking loud in public yeah my entourage is bucking
[Hook:]
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
[Hook:]
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it
[Bridge:]
I'm smoking on exotic my girl ain't got no stomach
Every time we have sex she always ask me for a hundred
I asked her if she workin, she asked me do I want it
I said when I went to school bitch money was the subject
[Hook:]
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it
[Verse 1:]
I'm riding round my side of town
Boxin gloves, I beat the trap
I had a coke, I had a smile
I had a coat for every style, crocodile the gator type
I'm allergic to the hater type, I'll take your wife, give her back
Nine months after that, similac
Similar to saying mama's baby's daddy maybe
When we had sex I was in the Mercedes
And I ain't crazy but if that's my baby
Then we gonna have to name the lil' baby Mercedes
The money that I'm makin I don't see it like I'm blind
I rather spend money baby I don't spend time
My pocket's on full and so is my gas tank
And all my cars got gas in the ash tray
[Hook:]
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it
[Verse 2:]
Photo-ready, my polo out the cleaners
I'm the perfect definition of something you've never seen
Maserati, Kawasaki, bought my girl a Beemer
The jewelry I got on is matching with the tequila
Patron margaritas, double for my diva's
I bring all my guns to work Gilbert Arenus
Plus I'm killin' features and I'm killin shows
I should have sex in a coffin 'cause I'm killin these hoes
Filling these goals, climbing up the ladder
Shoot your ass down you know I rep Atlanta, southside
I'm ridin around stuntin, smoking loud in public
Talking loud in public yeah my entourage is bucking
[Hook:]
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it
Murder lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Kreayshawn)
[2 Chainz - Hook:]
Murder, Murder, This Right Here That Murder
Pulled the Car Out The Garage, They Screaming Bloody Murder
Murder, Murder Chalk Line Around Your Daughter
3 Cell Phones and I Still Don't Ever Call Her
[2 Chainz - Verse 1:]
Murder, Murder, Smoking on that murder
If a girl out with me, Just know she Murder
Murder, Murder, Take Her Ass like Burglar
Then I Put her On the Loud and feed her turkey burgers
Murder, Murder, This is Bloody Murder
All This ice all over me, I should wear a thermos
Murder, Murder, Hit you with the Burner
Hit you with the burner, hit you with the burner
[Hook]
[2 Chainz - Verse 2:]
Murder, Murder, yea I'm killing niggas beats
When I'm out of town and on the stage it's rest in peace
Murder, Murder Somebody call my lawyer
They said I was killing Tennessee when I was down in Florida
Murder, Murder, my shoes none than a quarter
Rapping with the murder team nobody wanna record us
Murder, Murder Listen to the chorus
Niggas wanna know how I get it when I get
Don't worry, Just know it's murder
[Hook]
[Kreayshawn - Verse 3]
This right here is murderous
I'm Mama Kreay the gangsterous
From the East to the West it gets dangerous
When you get that dough on display and shit
Bitches will be hating this
But my mind still climbs for greater-ness
That money that I'm playing with
Put a whole in your head with no blame for it
Saying it
I'm Kaying
Come back to the block and I'm spraying it
Delaying, I'm stopping it
Put a end to your life, I'm blocking it
Your career bitch, you was never on
I heard 2 Chainz blocked you off his phone
Bitch don't call him if you ain't 'bout to ho
Bitch don't call him if you ain't 'bout the doe
Hello...
Hello...
Hello...
Hello...
[Hook]
Murder, Murder, This Right Here That Murder
Pulled the Car Out The Garage, They Screaming Bloody Murder
Murder, Murder Chalk Line Around Your Daughter
3 Cell Phones and I Still Don't Ever Call Her
[2 Chainz - Verse 1:]
Murder, Murder, Smoking on that murder
If a girl out with me, Just know she Murder
Murder, Murder, Take Her Ass like Burglar
Then I Put her On the Loud and feed her turkey burgers
Murder, Murder, This is Bloody Murder
All This ice all over me, I should wear a thermos
Murder, Murder, Hit you with the Burner
Hit you with the burner, hit you with the burner
[Hook]
[2 Chainz - Verse 2:]
Murder, Murder, yea I'm killing niggas beats
When I'm out of town and on the stage it's rest in peace
Murder, Murder Somebody call my lawyer
They said I was killing Tennessee when I was down in Florida
Murder, Murder, my shoes none than a quarter
Rapping with the murder team nobody wanna record us
Murder, Murder Listen to the chorus
Niggas wanna know how I get it when I get
Don't worry, Just know it's murder
[Hook]
[Kreayshawn - Verse 3]
This right here is murderous
I'm Mama Kreay the gangsterous
From the East to the West it gets dangerous
When you get that dough on display and shit
Bitches will be hating this
But my mind still climbs for greater-ness
That money that I'm playing with
Put a whole in your head with no blame for it
Saying it
I'm Kaying
Come back to the block and I'm spraying it
Delaying, I'm stopping it
Put a end to your life, I'm blocking it
Your career bitch, you was never on
I heard 2 Chainz blocked you off his phone
Bitch don't call him if you ain't 'bout to ho
Bitch don't call him if you ain't 'bout the doe
Hello...
Hello...
Hello...
Hello...
[Hook]
Slangin Birds lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Young Jeezy & Yo Gotti)
Everything that I got I got from slanging birds
Niggas know I call my porsche the baby elephant
You ain't talking money then you got speech impediment
Everything I got I got from selling shit
And who I sold it to is irrelevant
Pocket full of Dead Presidents I'm With whatever
I pull my dick out and tell her sit whereever
I done stood on the block nigga from 9 to 9
And I sell a 9 at least 9 times
9Milla Clientel Look Like Thriller
If my baby mama cheating I Hope God with her
You not iler I'm Godzilla on hard liquor
My Penny loafers had nickels... UGH
[Chorus:]
Everything that I got I got from slanging birds
Everything that I got I got from slanging birds
That's my mother fucker word nigga
That's my word
Everything that I got I got from slanging birds
Everything that I got I got from slanging birds
That's my mother fucker word nigga
That's my word
I am slangin Chickens
I am slangin Hawks
I Take The 4 Up out of bricks bitch I can write in chalk
You know I know that white green like a chalk board
What you doin just chillin look like the top bored
So many chickens in the kitchen it looks like a soup
Must be some owls in this bitch cause I keep hearin WHO
This for my niggas cookin 9s like they chicken breast
You know we tryna hide the 6s that's why the chickens dressed
I Had the lam Black and green like a parkeet
You know I ain't tripping
50 pigeons in a cherokee
Everything a nigga got is from slanging birds
What I ain't get from slangin blocks I got from slanging words... SNOW
[Chorus:]
Everything that I got I got from slanging birds
Everything that I got I got from slanging birds
That's my mother fucker word nigga
That's my word
Everything that I got I got from slanging birds
Everything that I got I got from slanging birds
That's my mother fucker word nigga
That's my word
[Yo Gotti:]
I got a Car that bitch is classy white on red
Inside out that bitch nasty
When I pull up on them 6s speakers blastin
Black scale white work clear plastic
And everything I got I got from sellin birds
Half a brick to do a verse I guess I am sellin words
That dubbed it up
Niggas send medranks so thadouble the cup
Got 2chainz bitch I'm icey as fuck
2brac on my arm that's a 100 and up
We sell dope it ain't none to us
New bitch new whip nigga change for what nigga change for
What and where I come from niggas bang for none
Every nigga in the hood gotta stand for sum
Drinkin soda bakin soda I'm yammin up
In the kitchen at the table just a gram and up
My niggas grinding we banding up
These pussies know not to be playin with us... WORK
[Birdman:]
My bad bitch my money long
Car game filthy and my game strong
The kitchen hot
My block rock
My neighborhood shot cus them cars hot
Nigga on some money shit
Got back on that other shit
Came with the fame nigga listen while you learn BITCH
Money is for show shit
Gettin it while we blow this bitch
All the time we gonna shine while we flowin' bitch
100 thousand on this watch
Living lavish off top
Neighborhood watch
Cocaine flocks
The coke game strong
Overseas phone
Nigga made it home
So we gettin it on
[Chorus:]
Everything that I got I got from slanging birds
Everything that I got I got from slanging birds
That's my mother fucker word nigga
That's my word
Everything that I got I got from slanging birds
Everything that I got I got from slanging birds
That's my mother fucker word nigga
That's my word
Niggas know I call my porsche the baby elephant
You ain't talking money then you got speech impediment
Everything I got I got from selling shit
And who I sold it to is irrelevant
Pocket full of Dead Presidents I'm With whatever
I pull my dick out and tell her sit whereever
I done stood on the block nigga from 9 to 9
And I sell a 9 at least 9 times
9Milla Clientel Look Like Thriller
If my baby mama cheating I Hope God with her
You not iler I'm Godzilla on hard liquor
My Penny loafers had nickels... UGH
[Chorus:]
Everything that I got I got from slanging birds
Everything that I got I got from slanging birds
That's my mother fucker word nigga
That's my word
Everything that I got I got from slanging birds
Everything that I got I got from slanging birds
That's my mother fucker word nigga
That's my word
I am slangin Chickens
I am slangin Hawks
I Take The 4 Up out of bricks bitch I can write in chalk
You know I know that white green like a chalk board
What you doin just chillin look like the top bored
So many chickens in the kitchen it looks like a soup
Must be some owls in this bitch cause I keep hearin WHO
This for my niggas cookin 9s like they chicken breast
You know we tryna hide the 6s that's why the chickens dressed
I Had the lam Black and green like a parkeet
You know I ain't tripping
50 pigeons in a cherokee
Everything a nigga got is from slanging birds
What I ain't get from slangin blocks I got from slanging words... SNOW
[Chorus:]
Everything that I got I got from slanging birds
Everything that I got I got from slanging birds
That's my mother fucker word nigga
That's my word
Everything that I got I got from slanging birds
Everything that I got I got from slanging birds
That's my mother fucker word nigga
That's my word
[Yo Gotti:]
I got a Car that bitch is classy white on red
Inside out that bitch nasty
When I pull up on them 6s speakers blastin
Black scale white work clear plastic
And everything I got I got from sellin birds
Half a brick to do a verse I guess I am sellin words
That dubbed it up
Niggas send medranks so thadouble the cup
Got 2chainz bitch I'm icey as fuck
2brac on my arm that's a 100 and up
We sell dope it ain't none to us
New bitch new whip nigga change for what nigga change for
What and where I come from niggas bang for none
Every nigga in the hood gotta stand for sum
Drinkin soda bakin soda I'm yammin up
In the kitchen at the table just a gram and up
My niggas grinding we banding up
These pussies know not to be playin with us... WORK
[Birdman:]
My bad bitch my money long
Car game filthy and my game strong
The kitchen hot
My block rock
My neighborhood shot cus them cars hot
Nigga on some money shit
Got back on that other shit
Came with the fame nigga listen while you learn BITCH
Money is for show shit
Gettin it while we blow this bitch
All the time we gonna shine while we flowin' bitch
100 thousand on this watch
Living lavish off top
Neighborhood watch
Cocaine flocks
The coke game strong
Overseas phone
Nigga made it home
So we gettin it on
[Chorus:]
Everything that I got I got from slanging birds
Everything that I got I got from slanging birds
That's my mother fucker word nigga
That's my word
Everything that I got I got from slanging birds
Everything that I got I got from slanging birds
That's my mother fucker word nigga
That's my word
K.O. lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Big Sean)
When I woke up this morning
All I could think about was you
Cause when I went to sleep last night
All I could think about was you
Adam and Eve don't eat that fruit
'Best believe I'm a eat that Boo
Cause I'm the nigga that told them niggas
That told them niggas, 'Bout you
Chuck the duce, while I'm ridin' through
Tityboi I might sign a boob
Your nigga hatin', tell your nigga that's hatin'
That if he gettin some paper I might sign him too
'Best believe I'm just slidin' through
Put your panties to the side let me slide through
I can see you niggas from a side view
I'm in and out the Pussy, drive through
White coupe, with the white rims
I like to crack the top and let the light in
You know she dark skin her friend light skin
Put us together, and it's Ice cream
Sandwiches she can't manage it
I know her man Is sick, she can't handle it
She need some time alone I told her call my phone
And when she call my phone I didn't answer it
[Hook:]
K.o
I'm gonna smoke till you niggas can't smoke no more
Roll till your bitches can't roll no more
K.o
I'm gonna pour it till you niggas can't pour no more
Blow till your bitches can't blow no more
K.o
[Big Sean:]
B-I-G
Okay I'm in motion I'm rollin' and smoking
And smoking and rollin' like I'm locomotion
I'm walking outside and I'm causing commotion
Got perp and champagne that's a real nigga potion
I'm burnin' bread toastin' and joking
Cause I went from veiws of my moms house to views of the ocean
Niggas talk shit, But that's free promotion
I'm living my life like the end is approaching
Man fuck these niggas with a passion
I'm gettin' paid from the cradle to the casket
My Grandma said boy you need to read a bible chapter
Till I bought her ass a house bigger than the Pastor's, Hallelujah
Your now fucking with a bad bitch connoisseur
My ex-girl said man the fame caught up to ya
Baby you don't still think about me, wet dream about me
I swear you use to couldn't wait to k.o
[Hook:]
K.o
I'm gonna smoke till you niggas can't smoke no more
Roll till your bitches can't roll no more
K.o
I'm gonna pour it till you niggas can't pour no more
Blow till your bitches can't blow no more
K.o
All I could think about was you
Cause when I went to sleep last night
All I could think about was you
Adam and Eve don't eat that fruit
'Best believe I'm a eat that Boo
Cause I'm the nigga that told them niggas
That told them niggas, 'Bout you
Chuck the duce, while I'm ridin' through
Tityboi I might sign a boob
Your nigga hatin', tell your nigga that's hatin'
That if he gettin some paper I might sign him too
'Best believe I'm just slidin' through
Put your panties to the side let me slide through
I can see you niggas from a side view
I'm in and out the Pussy, drive through
White coupe, with the white rims
I like to crack the top and let the light in
You know she dark skin her friend light skin
Put us together, and it's Ice cream
Sandwiches she can't manage it
I know her man Is sick, she can't handle it
She need some time alone I told her call my phone
And when she call my phone I didn't answer it
[Hook:]
K.o
I'm gonna smoke till you niggas can't smoke no more
Roll till your bitches can't roll no more
K.o
I'm gonna pour it till you niggas can't pour no more
Blow till your bitches can't blow no more
K.o
[Big Sean:]
B-I-G
Okay I'm in motion I'm rollin' and smoking
And smoking and rollin' like I'm locomotion
I'm walking outside and I'm causing commotion
Got perp and champagne that's a real nigga potion
I'm burnin' bread toastin' and joking
Cause I went from veiws of my moms house to views of the ocean
Niggas talk shit, But that's free promotion
I'm living my life like the end is approaching
Man fuck these niggas with a passion
I'm gettin' paid from the cradle to the casket
My Grandma said boy you need to read a bible chapter
Till I bought her ass a house bigger than the Pastor's, Hallelujah
Your now fucking with a bad bitch connoisseur
My ex-girl said man the fame caught up to ya
Baby you don't still think about me, wet dream about me
I swear you use to couldn't wait to k.o
[Hook:]
K.o
I'm gonna smoke till you niggas can't smoke no more
Roll till your bitches can't roll no more
K.o
I'm gonna pour it till you niggas can't pour no more
Blow till your bitches can't blow no more
K.o
One Day At A Time lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Jadakiss)
[Intro: DJ Drama]
[Hook:]
I like to take it one day at a time
I like to take it one, ooh
Yea, I like to take it one day at a time
I like to take it one
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Broken home, tell me what the fuck is wrong
Now I gotta charge a brick for a song
Trap guy, turned into a rap guy
No suit on but I still got trap ties
Argyles, pastels and some neckties
Shawty on the pill, X-file
40 hit 'em, leave 'em wet, baptised
And you know I'm a sucker for long hair and wet thighs
Mama see the baby, this is karmasutra
I got a present for you boo you looking at the future
As far as the past, nevermind that
I don't know who's finer, you or this wine glass
And you must rewind that if you don't get it
Got a taste of the good life and tracks is what I'm eatin
My chromosomes read Georgia Dome
Icy watch, I don't mind spending time alone
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Yo, get the clip out of the ashtray, put it in the air
Grab my cellphone, call my engineer
Yea, last night I was on one
Quick carwash, then I make a mall run
I'm a different brother
Louie store spending chips on some kicks I already got, different color
40 cally chrome, on deck
All the Kush gone, gotta collect
On this mean five team parlay that a bush gone
30 minutes in the trap is a half a brick
Always hustle to get it
I never ask for shit
If it's family or money I might have to flip
I'm a say it if it's on my mind
I like to take it one day at a time
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Never on the guest list
Always unexpected
In so many checks
I should make a checklist
Looking at these emcees' like they should make a deathwish
Got my girl in the kitchen, cooking ambidextrious
Left wrist, right wrist
Whip that, white bitch
This is a lifestyle, I didn't have to right this
Look at my hue blow, watch how the light hit
Look at my new ho, watch how the light hit
I done did the dollars up, die nigga
Too dehydrated to cry nigga
I was struggling, had a time limit
I wish this Aquafina bottle had wine in it
I wish that pussy had a sign in it
That said, "want it, if you hit it then you mine nigga"
Damn, that crazy bitch on that crazy shit
If you don't make money it don't make sense
[Hook]
[Hook:]
I like to take it one day at a time
I like to take it one, ooh
Yea, I like to take it one day at a time
I like to take it one
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Broken home, tell me what the fuck is wrong
Now I gotta charge a brick for a song
Trap guy, turned into a rap guy
No suit on but I still got trap ties
Argyles, pastels and some neckties
Shawty on the pill, X-file
40 hit 'em, leave 'em wet, baptised
And you know I'm a sucker for long hair and wet thighs
Mama see the baby, this is karmasutra
I got a present for you boo you looking at the future
As far as the past, nevermind that
I don't know who's finer, you or this wine glass
And you must rewind that if you don't get it
Got a taste of the good life and tracks is what I'm eatin
My chromosomes read Georgia Dome
Icy watch, I don't mind spending time alone
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Yo, get the clip out of the ashtray, put it in the air
Grab my cellphone, call my engineer
Yea, last night I was on one
Quick carwash, then I make a mall run
I'm a different brother
Louie store spending chips on some kicks I already got, different color
40 cally chrome, on deck
All the Kush gone, gotta collect
On this mean five team parlay that a bush gone
30 minutes in the trap is a half a brick
Always hustle to get it
I never ask for shit
If it's family or money I might have to flip
I'm a say it if it's on my mind
I like to take it one day at a time
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Never on the guest list
Always unexpected
In so many checks
I should make a checklist
Looking at these emcees' like they should make a deathwish
Got my girl in the kitchen, cooking ambidextrious
Left wrist, right wrist
Whip that, white bitch
This is a lifestyle, I didn't have to right this
Look at my hue blow, watch how the light hit
Look at my new ho, watch how the light hit
I done did the dollars up, die nigga
Too dehydrated to cry nigga
I was struggling, had a time limit
I wish this Aquafina bottle had wine in it
I wish that pussy had a sign in it
That said, "want it, if you hit it then you mine nigga"
Damn, that crazy bitch on that crazy shit
If you don't make money it don't make sense
[Hook]
I Got It lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Trey Songz)
Yeah!
Ugh!
2 Chainz!
[Chorus:]
These niggas ain't got no bread
Nah, nah, I got em'
They know I'm a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it
Vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, I got it
Got liquor everywhere, blowin' smoke up da air
These niggas ain't got no bread
Get, 'em, got 'em!
Ok, now
The only way to come up is to stay down, A town
The world is my playground, yo girl wanna play round
Knock that p off, now yo girl wanna lay round!
Hair weave killa, mix it with a Trey hook
Get head while I'm readin call that shit facebook!
I do it for the paper like a prostitute
And hot pursuit, sometimes I feel I'm vodka proof.
Yeah, I got them chickens, nigga kaka-doodle-do!
I got the flu, I need lobster noodle soup!
I know you probably heard this 100 times
I got weight, I'm tryna lose 100 pounds!
[Chorus:]
These niggas ain't got no bread
Nah, nah, I got it
They know I'm a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it
Vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, I got it
Got liquor everywhere, blowin' smoke up da air
These niggas ain't got no bread
Nah, I got it
They hatin, but I don't care, yeah I got it
See your girl over there
Wishing she was over there
Got liquor everywhere,
Blowing smoke up in the air
Yeah, I got it, I got it!
If you don't know, this what swag is
So much swag, swag could be my ad lib
I do it for the real, so they rock with me
I'm in the drop, I should've brought the top with me!
I gotta go to court, I keep killin stages
Subpoena the promoter, cause he instigating
I started from the bottom of the destination
Now I'm headed to the top,
Call it elevation!
The only nigga in first class
Still got last night on my mustache
Hit em' with da louie belt and louie on my foot
Trigga hit em' with the hook!
[Chorus:]
These niggas ain't got no bread
Nah, nah, I got it
They know I'm a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it
Vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, I got it
Got liquor everywhere, blowin' smoke up da air
These niggas ain't got no bread
Nah, I got it
They hatin, but I don't care, yeah I got it
See your girl over there
Wishing she was over there
Got liquor everywhere,
Blowing smoke up in the air
Yeah, I got it!
Yeah, I got it!
Yeah nigga I got it
10 racks on me, I don't need no wallet
I'ma throw it all, don't need no pockets
Got my loose change, puttin hoes through college.
She just gave me brain, but I like to call it knowledge
Niggas think they dough, but I like to call 'em garbage!
He was talking tough said his pistol he gonna pop it
Why you mad at me cause yo bitch all up on my dick.
Hey, they want some show up?
Coco Loso pour up
Like I ate some bad pizza
And I'm about to throw some dough up!
Your tities did some grow ups
Hey tity boi you kno what?
Now you bout to blow up
Nigga you bout to blow up!
[Chorus:]
These niggas ain't got no bread
Nah, nah, I got it
They know I'm a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it
Vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, I got it
Got liquor everywhere, blowin' smoke up da air
These niggas ain't got no bread
Nah, I got it
They hatin, but I don't care, yeah I got it
See your girl over there
Wishing she was over there
Got liquor everywhere,
Blowing smoke up in the air
Yeah, I got it!
Yeah, I got it!
Kesha lyrics - 2 Chainz
[Hook:]
I am in love, with what we are, not what we should be, and
I am in love (yeah), with what we are (yeah), not what we should be, and
(I love your ass) I am in love, (I love your ass) with what we are (yeah) not what we should be (2 chaaaainnzz)
I love your ass naw for real I love your ass
You done got a little thick but I like to hug your ass
Yea your momma don't like me don't giva damn
What I do remain like a ceiling fan
I'm cool and I like to spend on ya
When you with me you don't really need employment
When you with me you really need another
When you with me you don't really need a rubber
We make love like chemist when we penetrating, when I first met you girl I was intimidated, you all sophisticated and you educated and you know I like to run I'm a paper chaser,
You a bad bitch girl you a bad bitch and what we have now is more than the average, so before we get married I'm a tell you this, your my wife before and after it
[Hook:]
I am in love, with what we are, not what we should be, and
I am in love, with what we are, not what we should (yeah) be (yeah), and
Start chest to chest then I make you touch your ankles my hair naughty you act naughty and I might spank you, star spangled banner yea I pledge allegiance (allegiance),
Two chains on and they are animic (are animic), I like red pussy when that body brown (brown), and yea on that loud not that bobby brown (brown),
Put her face in the pillow she won't make a sound (shhhh) every time I take a shot I'm tryna make it count (yeah)
And if she get sad I might buy a bag (bag) and if she get mad I might buy a jag (jag) put a ring around it I can't wait to make'er down (nope) glad we had a little girl so it can trinkle down (yeah)
Woke up this morning I feel good as fuck (fuck)
If your girl with me you know she good as fuck (fuck)
And I can't even lie that pussy good as fuck (fuck)
First I pick her up then take her home and pick her up (uuhh)
[Hook:]
I am in love, with what we are, not what we should be, and
I am in love, with what we are, not what we should be, and
mixtape: "Codeine Cowboy: A 2 Chainz Collective" (2011)
- Intro lyrics - 2 Chainz
- Gasolean lyrics - 2 Chainz
- Call Teisha lyrics - 2 Chainz
- Spend It lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. TIP)
- Lala lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Busta Rhymes)
- Stand Still lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. CyHi Da Prynce & DJ Scream)
- Pimps lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Bun B Big K.R.I.T)
- Boo lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Yo Gotti)
- Kitchen lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Young Jeezy & Pusha T)
Intro lyrics - 2 Chainz
DJ Technik mixtape mastermind
[Titty Boi:]
Trap check...
Trap check 1, 2...
It's ya playa partner Titty Boi a.k.a 2 Chainz!
And if you don't know what this is mane; it's a takeover
Codeine cowboy, mixtape D.V.D hosted by playa partner DJ Technik street executif (technik)
Frank white I see ya (Dj Frank white) southside stand up!
It's a former representation of what's goin' on, of the campaign, you feel me?
[Titty Boi:]
Trap check...
Trap check 1, 2...
It's ya playa partner Titty Boi a.k.a 2 Chainz!
And if you don't know what this is mane; it's a takeover
Codeine cowboy, mixtape D.V.D hosted by playa partner DJ Technik street executif (technik)
Frank white I see ya (Dj Frank white) southside stand up!
It's a former representation of what's goin' on, of the campaign, you feel me?
Gasolean lyrics - 2 Chainz
See I be rocking truey and my belt by Louie
I hope that ain't your girl cause I know you seen her choosin'
See I be rocking truey and my belt by Louie
I hope that ain't your girl cause I know you seen her choosin'
Yeah, I'm on that gas, and yeah, I'm on that lean
We mix it all together and we call it gasolean
I say Yeah, I'm on that gas, and yeah, I'm on that lean
We mix it all together and we call it gasolean
I say first I hit the gas then I lean
First I hit the gas then I lean [x3]
First I hit the gas turn it up and make it smash
Hit them with they keith sweat cause I'm a make it last
Yeah your bitch is like is and my car is like an outfit
Put some shoes on that bitch count money till I get alrighted
And my belt by Louie, and your girlfriend shoes
And keep your eyes on a road before you crash like a computer
And my money long when I shop I need them [?]
Shawty playing good, man I think I found the toe
Toll up in that [?] hop up by the [?]
Yeah my name is 2 Chainz I'm about to put on two more
Starting on you niggers if you knew more you would do more
And yeah they fucking with me the long way, d tour
See I be rocking truey and my belt by Louie
I hope that ain't your girl cause I know you seen her choosin'
See I be rocking truey and my belt by Louie
I hope that ain't your girl cause I know you seen her choosin'
Yeah, I'm on that gas, and yeah, I'm on that lean
We mix it all together and we call it gasolean
I say Yeah, I'm on that gas, and yeah, I'm on that lean
We mix it all together and we call it gasolean
I say first I hit the gas then I lean
First I hit the gas then I lean [x4]
I don't love them whose [?] know I'm like
I'm trying to take a bitch like a [?] to hell
Everyday vip the way I draw the lines
Told Shawty check your watch get that fucking ten
Ok, you're not on my mind, Shawty knows [?] time
Life is a getting chill, never ever penalized
Time for [?] trues and my low booze call
It's cold in the boot I should rap in the snow suit
Get my truly sound, my Louie sound
You do mw wrong and you'll be gone
Nine to 3 up tang got me gased up
Hear it with me cold Dean dick now assed up
See I be rocking truey and my belt by Louie
I hope that ain't your girl cause I know you seen her choosin'
See I be rocking truey and my belt by Louie
I hope that ain't your girl cause I know you seen her choosin'
Yeah, I'm on that gas, and yeah, I'm on that lean
We mix it all together and we call it gasolean
I say Yeah, I'm on that gas, and yeah, I'm on that lean
We mix it all together and we call it gasolean
I say first I hit the gas then I lean
First I hit the gas then I lean [x4]
I hope that ain't your girl cause I know you seen her choosin'
See I be rocking truey and my belt by Louie
I hope that ain't your girl cause I know you seen her choosin'
Yeah, I'm on that gas, and yeah, I'm on that lean
We mix it all together and we call it gasolean
I say Yeah, I'm on that gas, and yeah, I'm on that lean
We mix it all together and we call it gasolean
I say first I hit the gas then I lean
First I hit the gas then I lean [x3]
First I hit the gas turn it up and make it smash
Hit them with they keith sweat cause I'm a make it last
Yeah your bitch is like is and my car is like an outfit
Put some shoes on that bitch count money till I get alrighted
And my belt by Louie, and your girlfriend shoes
And keep your eyes on a road before you crash like a computer
And my money long when I shop I need them [?]
Shawty playing good, man I think I found the toe
Toll up in that [?] hop up by the [?]
Yeah my name is 2 Chainz I'm about to put on two more
Starting on you niggers if you knew more you would do more
And yeah they fucking with me the long way, d tour
See I be rocking truey and my belt by Louie
I hope that ain't your girl cause I know you seen her choosin'
See I be rocking truey and my belt by Louie
I hope that ain't your girl cause I know you seen her choosin'
Yeah, I'm on that gas, and yeah, I'm on that lean
We mix it all together and we call it gasolean
I say Yeah, I'm on that gas, and yeah, I'm on that lean
We mix it all together and we call it gasolean
I say first I hit the gas then I lean
First I hit the gas then I lean [x4]
I don't love them whose [?] know I'm like
I'm trying to take a bitch like a [?] to hell
Everyday vip the way I draw the lines
Told Shawty check your watch get that fucking ten
Ok, you're not on my mind, Shawty knows [?] time
Life is a getting chill, never ever penalized
Time for [?] trues and my low booze call
It's cold in the boot I should rap in the snow suit
Get my truly sound, my Louie sound
You do mw wrong and you'll be gone
Nine to 3 up tang got me gased up
Hear it with me cold Dean dick now assed up
See I be rocking truey and my belt by Louie
I hope that ain't your girl cause I know you seen her choosin'
See I be rocking truey and my belt by Louie
I hope that ain't your girl cause I know you seen her choosin'
Yeah, I'm on that gas, and yeah, I'm on that lean
We mix it all together and we call it gasolean
I say Yeah, I'm on that gas, and yeah, I'm on that lean
We mix it all together and we call it gasolean
I say first I hit the gas then I lean
First I hit the gas then I lean [x4]
Call Teisha lyrics - 2 Chainz
[Hook:]
Bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch
Shawty you ain actin right you need to pack ya shit
Talkn bout call Tyrone ya need to call Tiesha
No More Shoppin Sprees I'm Smokin Fy Reefa!
I say bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch
Shawty you ain actin right you need to pack ya shit
Talkn bout call Tyrone ya need to call Tiesha
No More Shoppin Sprees I'm Smokin Fy Reefa!
[Verse 1:]
I'm Higher Than A Parachute
And A Pair Of Eagles
I Might Paralyze Ya I'm a Needa Paralegal
And I ain't fantasizing when I mingle with the women
I'll take you and her now I got a pair of singles
Then I cut em up
Like a pair of scissors
Hit em with dat batman and hang from the ceiling
Suicide doors, hang from the Bentley
Nobody had to die but I made me a killin
Big Wheel Whippin
Bitch Still Chillin
What more can I say
I'm Dealin
Get Dough With Dilllan
Bitch Don't Act Right
I'm Puttin Her Out Of The Crib
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Baby this is Kush
And It Cost Me 600
I Know You Can't Afford It
You Just Got a Big Onion
And Ya Head FY
You a red girl
Shawty you a nut
Bitch I'm a Squirrel
Niggas Know Me
They Know My Pedigree
I'm a Big Dawg you Better Flea
No More Shoppin Sprees
To and From Miami
And Without Me You Can't Even Get In Club Miami
I DOUBT IT
My WHole Crew Bout It
Hotel Room You See My Chain from The Lobby
Charm So Heavy Like My Muh Fuggn Wallet
Talk Shit And My Car Pull The Bitch Out IT
Tell The Bitch AUDI
Bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch
Shawty you ain actin right you need to pack ya shit
Talkn bout call Tyrone ya need to call Tiesha
No More Shoppin Sprees I'm Smokin Fy Reefa!
I say bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch
Shawty you ain actin right you need to pack ya shit
Talkn bout call Tyrone ya need to call Tiesha
No More Shoppin Sprees I'm Smokin Fy Reefa!
[Verse 1:]
I'm Higher Than A Parachute
And A Pair Of Eagles
I Might Paralyze Ya I'm a Needa Paralegal
And I ain't fantasizing when I mingle with the women
I'll take you and her now I got a pair of singles
Then I cut em up
Like a pair of scissors
Hit em with dat batman and hang from the ceiling
Suicide doors, hang from the Bentley
Nobody had to die but I made me a killin
Big Wheel Whippin
Bitch Still Chillin
What more can I say
I'm Dealin
Get Dough With Dilllan
Bitch Don't Act Right
I'm Puttin Her Out Of The Crib
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Baby this is Kush
And It Cost Me 600
I Know You Can't Afford It
You Just Got a Big Onion
And Ya Head FY
You a red girl
Shawty you a nut
Bitch I'm a Squirrel
Niggas Know Me
They Know My Pedigree
I'm a Big Dawg you Better Flea
No More Shoppin Sprees
To and From Miami
And Without Me You Can't Even Get In Club Miami
I DOUBT IT
My WHole Crew Bout It
Hotel Room You See My Chain from The Lobby
Charm So Heavy Like My Muh Fuggn Wallet
Talk Shit And My Car Pull The Bitch Out IT
Tell The Bitch AUDI
Spend It lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. TIP)
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
[Hook:]
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it
[Bridge:]
I'm smoking on exotic my girl ain't got no stomach
Every time we have sex she always ask me for a hundred
I asked her if she workin, she asked me do I want it
I said when I went to school bitch money was the subject
[Hook:]
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it
[Verse 1:]
I'm riding round my side of town
Boxin gloves, I beat the trap
I had a coke, I had a smile
I had a coat for every style, crocodile the gator type
I'm allergic to the hater type, I'll take your wife, give her back
Nine months after that, similac
Similar to saying mama's baby's daddy maybe
When we had sex I was in the Mercedes
And I ain't crazy but if that's my baby
Then we gonna have to name the lil' baby Mercedes
The money that I'm makin I don't see it like I'm blind
I rather spend money baby I don't spend time
My pocket's on full and so is my gas tank
And all my cars got gas in the ash tray
[Hook:]
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it
[Verse 2:]
Photo-ready, my polo out the cleaners
I'm the perfect definition of something you've never seen
Maserati, Kawasaki, bought my girl a Beemer
The jewelry I got on is matching with the tequila
Patron margaritas, double for my diva's
I bring all my guns to work Gilbert Arenus
Plus I'm killin' features and I'm killin shows
I should have sex in a coffin 'cause I'm killin these hoes
Filling these goals, climbing up the ladder
Shoot your ass down you know I rep Atlanta, southside
I'm ridin around stuntin, smoking loud in public
Talking loud in public yeah my entourage is bucking
[Hook:]
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
[Hook:]
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it
[Bridge:]
I'm smoking on exotic my girl ain't got no stomach
Every time we have sex she always ask me for a hundred
I asked her if she workin, she asked me do I want it
I said when I went to school bitch money was the subject
[Hook:]
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it
[Verse 1:]
I'm riding round my side of town
Boxin gloves, I beat the trap
I had a coke, I had a smile
I had a coat for every style, crocodile the gator type
I'm allergic to the hater type, I'll take your wife, give her back
Nine months after that, similac
Similar to saying mama's baby's daddy maybe
When we had sex I was in the Mercedes
And I ain't crazy but if that's my baby
Then we gonna have to name the lil' baby Mercedes
The money that I'm makin I don't see it like I'm blind
I rather spend money baby I don't spend time
My pocket's on full and so is my gas tank
And all my cars got gas in the ash tray
[Hook:]
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it
[Verse 2:]
Photo-ready, my polo out the cleaners
I'm the perfect definition of something you've never seen
Maserati, Kawasaki, bought my girl a Beemer
The jewelry I got on is matching with the tequila
Patron margaritas, double for my diva's
I bring all my guns to work Gilbert Arenus
Plus I'm killin' features and I'm killin shows
I should have sex in a coffin 'cause I'm killin these hoes
Filling these goals, climbing up the ladder
Shoot your ass down you know I rep Atlanta, southside
I'm ridin around stuntin, smoking loud in public
Talking loud in public yeah my entourage is bucking
[Hook:]
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, I'm riding round I'm gettin it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it, it's mine I spend it
It's mine I spend it, it's mine I spend it
I'm riding round I'm gettin it
Lala lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Busta Rhymes)
[Verse 1:]
Ok this how I'm feelin
Red bitch with me, dark skin friend callin talkin bout come get me
F650 diesel fuel, I'm hungry, I'm so {fly} I eat eagle food
Warning I use weapons for my business too
Put the 40 to the dome of ya business suit {bloow}
My bank roll on steroids and I'm on alloys and altoids
Smoking indo outdoors
[Chorus:]
La la la la la la la la la la
That's what I'm blowin on
La la la la la la la la la la
Cause all I blow is strong
La la la la la la la la la la
That's what I'm blowin on
La la la la la la la la la la
Cause all we blow is strong
[Verse 2:]
Them bitches talking blah blah
And I'm smoking la la
Drop the top and show them tatas in the middle of the popeyes
First I eat a biscuit, then I hit my car lock
Pulled out the parking lot just like it was a car lot {damn}
Codeine diet, she on a protein diet
So high when I went to sleep I woke up tired
Two girls in the bed so I woke up smilin
And I keep killin shit I need anti violence
And I dress myself I'm so anti stylist
The shit I'm smokin on is so anti silent
Money piling up when I count I gotta climb it
Make it rain change the climate, take my ring and change the diamond {ooh}
[Chorus:]
La la la la la la la la la la
That's what I'm blowin on
La la la la la la la la la la
Cause all I blow is strong
La la la la la la la la la la
That's what I'm blowin on
La la la la la la la la la la
Cause all we blow is strong
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Long spliff that I be holdin between my fingers and I be holdin between my diamond rings,
Higher than a muthafucka then I get to spittin and a spazzin and a shittin and a smashin err'thing,
Nigga you don't see the way I run the city boy?,
Smokin til a nigga look a lil shitty boy,
Whoop the shit up outta nigga little pretty boy,
Real G's up in the buildin me and Tity Boi,
Why you nigga's never get it every single time I say the radio be tryna to edit everything I say,
Cause I talk about the way I smoke a lot of weed and give the street the shit a nigga need to deal with everyday,
You can never stop what I'm gonna do when I'm comin through you ain't gotta clue better know that,
Then I put it down smoke another pound buy another round give me an L of dro let me blow that
[Chorus:]
La la la la la la la la la la
That's what I'm blowin on
La la la la la la la la la la
Cause all I blow is strong
La la la la la la la la la la
That's what I'm blowin on
La la la la la la la la la la
Cause all we blow is strong
Ok this how I'm feelin
Red bitch with me, dark skin friend callin talkin bout come get me
F650 diesel fuel, I'm hungry, I'm so {fly} I eat eagle food
Warning I use weapons for my business too
Put the 40 to the dome of ya business suit {bloow}
My bank roll on steroids and I'm on alloys and altoids
Smoking indo outdoors
[Chorus:]
La la la la la la la la la la
That's what I'm blowin on
La la la la la la la la la la
Cause all I blow is strong
La la la la la la la la la la
That's what I'm blowin on
La la la la la la la la la la
Cause all we blow is strong
[Verse 2:]
Them bitches talking blah blah
And I'm smoking la la
Drop the top and show them tatas in the middle of the popeyes
First I eat a biscuit, then I hit my car lock
Pulled out the parking lot just like it was a car lot {damn}
Codeine diet, she on a protein diet
So high when I went to sleep I woke up tired
Two girls in the bed so I woke up smilin
And I keep killin shit I need anti violence
And I dress myself I'm so anti stylist
The shit I'm smokin on is so anti silent
Money piling up when I count I gotta climb it
Make it rain change the climate, take my ring and change the diamond {ooh}
[Chorus:]
La la la la la la la la la la
That's what I'm blowin on
La la la la la la la la la la
Cause all I blow is strong
La la la la la la la la la la
That's what I'm blowin on
La la la la la la la la la la
Cause all we blow is strong
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Long spliff that I be holdin between my fingers and I be holdin between my diamond rings,
Higher than a muthafucka then I get to spittin and a spazzin and a shittin and a smashin err'thing,
Nigga you don't see the way I run the city boy?,
Smokin til a nigga look a lil shitty boy,
Whoop the shit up outta nigga little pretty boy,
Real G's up in the buildin me and Tity Boi,
Why you nigga's never get it every single time I say the radio be tryna to edit everything I say,
Cause I talk about the way I smoke a lot of weed and give the street the shit a nigga need to deal with everyday,
You can never stop what I'm gonna do when I'm comin through you ain't gotta clue better know that,
Then I put it down smoke another pound buy another round give me an L of dro let me blow that
[Chorus:]
La la la la la la la la la la
That's what I'm blowin on
La la la la la la la la la la
Cause all I blow is strong
La la la la la la la la la la
That's what I'm blowin on
La la la la la la la la la la
Cause all we blow is strong
Stand Still lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. CyHi Da Prynce & DJ Scream)
2 Chainz...
Scream, what's happenin'
You know man, these people man...
Alot of'em, alot of'em going nowhere fast man
I call dat "treadmillin'", you feel me
They at a standstill man, got'em at a standstill
[Tity Boi:]
Long nights, more white and foresight
Foreseen in a foreign with the fog lights
On a pedestal and you're frog height
Forever clever, napalm mics
Blowed up last summer off of the freestyles
Year before that, the plug was on redial
Couple years remove for the penile
State of mind: criminal enterprise
Individuals who want extra sides
And desert, so we gone need extra pies
Emphasize I pull girls like a exercise
I pull so many hoes I need extra guys
Don't stand so close, shawty respect the fie (fire)
No sweat although the temp too high
Where I'm from, we feel the rent too high
She got me fucked up, I think the bitch too high
And I'm a southside astronaut, SA, that's the acronym
Mauri's with the air bubble on the back of them
The truck so big, it go beep backing in
[Chorus:]
Yep, yep, we got'em at a stand still
Like traffic, we got'em at a stand still
Young niggas from Atlanta, we're on a mission
Feel that, that's momentum shiftin'
Yep, yep, we got'em at a stand still
Like traffic, we got'em at a stand still
Young niggas from Atlanta, we're on a mission
Feel that, that's momentum shiftin'
[CyHi Da Prynce:]
Since I was a boy wearing Bugle's
Ran with the big dogs, never with the poodles
Eating noodles, being frugal, open mic at Crucial
Pussies wanna shoot you cause yo name all over Google
Plus they stuck in neutral, and I doodle when I doo doo
So I won't take no shorts, I want the whole kit n kaboodle
Martial arts flow, what I'm kickin is brutal
Fuck you busters and you suckers, you ain't shit in my pupil
Toaster in the kitchen, but I ain't fixin a stroodle
Cause I hang with street niggas that's still getin boodle
If I never knew you, you can't get a feature
Cause my words are beautiful, I'm Mona Lisa of the speaker
Me and 2 chainz backstage blowin Keisha
Witta black and yellow bitch, you can call me Wiz Khalifa
Or, shakespeare in his late years
Face fears to make the average nigga taste tears
Waist spear for my fake peers
You in park partner, I'm in eighth gear
I hear you haters hatin, I got great ears
Cause the ATL on top and we stay here, yeah
Scream, what's happenin'
You know man, these people man...
Alot of'em, alot of'em going nowhere fast man
I call dat "treadmillin'", you feel me
They at a standstill man, got'em at a standstill
[Tity Boi:]
Long nights, more white and foresight
Foreseen in a foreign with the fog lights
On a pedestal and you're frog height
Forever clever, napalm mics
Blowed up last summer off of the freestyles
Year before that, the plug was on redial
Couple years remove for the penile
State of mind: criminal enterprise
Individuals who want extra sides
And desert, so we gone need extra pies
Emphasize I pull girls like a exercise
I pull so many hoes I need extra guys
Don't stand so close, shawty respect the fie (fire)
No sweat although the temp too high
Where I'm from, we feel the rent too high
She got me fucked up, I think the bitch too high
And I'm a southside astronaut, SA, that's the acronym
Mauri's with the air bubble on the back of them
The truck so big, it go beep backing in
[Chorus:]
Yep, yep, we got'em at a stand still
Like traffic, we got'em at a stand still
Young niggas from Atlanta, we're on a mission
Feel that, that's momentum shiftin'
Yep, yep, we got'em at a stand still
Like traffic, we got'em at a stand still
Young niggas from Atlanta, we're on a mission
Feel that, that's momentum shiftin'
[CyHi Da Prynce:]
Since I was a boy wearing Bugle's
Ran with the big dogs, never with the poodles
Eating noodles, being frugal, open mic at Crucial
Pussies wanna shoot you cause yo name all over Google
Plus they stuck in neutral, and I doodle when I doo doo
So I won't take no shorts, I want the whole kit n kaboodle
Martial arts flow, what I'm kickin is brutal
Fuck you busters and you suckers, you ain't shit in my pupil
Toaster in the kitchen, but I ain't fixin a stroodle
Cause I hang with street niggas that's still getin boodle
If I never knew you, you can't get a feature
Cause my words are beautiful, I'm Mona Lisa of the speaker
Me and 2 chainz backstage blowin Keisha
Witta black and yellow bitch, you can call me Wiz Khalifa
Or, shakespeare in his late years
Face fears to make the average nigga taste tears
Waist spear for my fake peers
You in park partner, I'm in eighth gear
I hear you haters hatin, I got great ears
Cause the ATL on top and we stay here, yeah
Pimps lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Bun B Big K.R.I.T)
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Wake up in the morning, roll a blunt and then I count bank
Pull out the garage, hit a button then the top faint
You ain't from the "A", all you really did was migrate
Asking me if I'm great, yeah bitch I'm great
Swerving down Peachtree, yeah bitch I'm straight
Every day my birthday, yeah bitch I get cake
You better get dough, ho you know I taught you better
Take all his cash, grab on his ass, write that trick a love letter
Came up off Ball and G, growed up off Bun and C
Got me a Chevy swapped feet twice the same week
Shawty say she want me, shawty know I run things
We used to wear the mask like Friday the 1-3
Then I found out I had that pimp in my bloodstream
Got me one ho and then I got me a whole team
Had a starting five with a bench on the side
So for every bitch I got, she got a bitch on the side
[Hook x2: 2 Chainz]
Pimp all day I even pimp in my sleep
When I wake up I smoke a blunt before I eat
Ho don't violate, bitch you know I taught you better
Take all his cash, grab on his ass, write that trick a little letter
[Verse 2: Bun B]
I got money on my mind, I got cash up on my brain
I got green up in my eyes and I ain't finna pass it mane
Never let a penny pass, never let a dollar disappear
And if you don't understand me bitch I'll make it crystal clear
Coming down the Gulfway, passing by the Scale Co
Candy on the car, nigga pop my trunk they have no
Choice but to watch the neon lights with my name lit
Pimp a ho, stack the dough, yeah I'm on that same shit
Lames sit your ass up in the stands and eat a hot dog
This is for the big bosses boy and you are not hog
Never been a eagle man, I never seen you soar
Through the sky, looking super fly cause you paid off a whore
You're not a pimp, put that on Pimp, you a fraud
Buying pussy on the side instead of tryna break the broad
We don't do that over here, matter fact we never did
So keep your distance from the circle, we ain't with that tricking shit
Bitch
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Big KRIT]
Your eyes wide open, scopin', ropin' hold that thoroughbred
Pussy wet like April shower, twerking power, thorough head
Get deep in the mind of a pro, take her where she never been but where she wanna go
Unless she in the comfort of a monster with a mouthpiece, then I reach her on stroll
Pimp shit get rich and quick, tell a bad bitch how I feel
Never laid back, gotta make a quota, if it ain't a high roller keep that pussy sealed
So motherfucker can you buy that? At the rhythm of a bass drum
Hit the club buy the bar like a star take that other nigga bitch like dare that nigga say something
I seen pimps and you ain't one, you're not close to me I'm everything a real nigga supposed to be
You act like you did everything you could, but she was supposed to leave
At her neck like rosaries if she ain't where she supposed to be, I put her on game
She devoted to the notion of roller coasters, and that won't change
With my trunk on bang, sun on shine, break a bitch down like a Garcia y Vega
Fill her up with the gumption to hit the ground running, and go and get me some gators
Yeah suits with the tailor, that fit the frame of a nigga all about his paper
Forever pimping, never slipping, forever recruiting these top notch hoes in the majors
[Hook]
Wake up in the morning, roll a blunt and then I count bank
Pull out the garage, hit a button then the top faint
You ain't from the "A", all you really did was migrate
Asking me if I'm great, yeah bitch I'm great
Swerving down Peachtree, yeah bitch I'm straight
Every day my birthday, yeah bitch I get cake
You better get dough, ho you know I taught you better
Take all his cash, grab on his ass, write that trick a love letter
Came up off Ball and G, growed up off Bun and C
Got me a Chevy swapped feet twice the same week
Shawty say she want me, shawty know I run things
We used to wear the mask like Friday the 1-3
Then I found out I had that pimp in my bloodstream
Got me one ho and then I got me a whole team
Had a starting five with a bench on the side
So for every bitch I got, she got a bitch on the side
[Hook x2: 2 Chainz]
Pimp all day I even pimp in my sleep
When I wake up I smoke a blunt before I eat
Ho don't violate, bitch you know I taught you better
Take all his cash, grab on his ass, write that trick a little letter
[Verse 2: Bun B]
I got money on my mind, I got cash up on my brain
I got green up in my eyes and I ain't finna pass it mane
Never let a penny pass, never let a dollar disappear
And if you don't understand me bitch I'll make it crystal clear
Coming down the Gulfway, passing by the Scale Co
Candy on the car, nigga pop my trunk they have no
Choice but to watch the neon lights with my name lit
Pimp a ho, stack the dough, yeah I'm on that same shit
Lames sit your ass up in the stands and eat a hot dog
This is for the big bosses boy and you are not hog
Never been a eagle man, I never seen you soar
Through the sky, looking super fly cause you paid off a whore
You're not a pimp, put that on Pimp, you a fraud
Buying pussy on the side instead of tryna break the broad
We don't do that over here, matter fact we never did
So keep your distance from the circle, we ain't with that tricking shit
Bitch
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Big KRIT]
Your eyes wide open, scopin', ropin' hold that thoroughbred
Pussy wet like April shower, twerking power, thorough head
Get deep in the mind of a pro, take her where she never been but where she wanna go
Unless she in the comfort of a monster with a mouthpiece, then I reach her on stroll
Pimp shit get rich and quick, tell a bad bitch how I feel
Never laid back, gotta make a quota, if it ain't a high roller keep that pussy sealed
So motherfucker can you buy that? At the rhythm of a bass drum
Hit the club buy the bar like a star take that other nigga bitch like dare that nigga say something
I seen pimps and you ain't one, you're not close to me I'm everything a real nigga supposed to be
You act like you did everything you could, but she was supposed to leave
At her neck like rosaries if she ain't where she supposed to be, I put her on game
She devoted to the notion of roller coasters, and that won't change
With my trunk on bang, sun on shine, break a bitch down like a Garcia y Vega
Fill her up with the gumption to hit the ground running, and go and get me some gators
Yeah suits with the tailor, that fit the frame of a nigga all about his paper
Forever pimping, never slipping, forever recruiting these top notch hoes in the majors
[Hook]
Boo lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Yo Gotti)
[Chorus: x2]
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
[Tity Boi:]
I just call her boo
I think her name is Shawna
What I really know bout the girl that drive the Honda.
I just call her boo
I think her name is isha, might be Tasha might even be Keisha.
All I really know her baby daddy wanna feature
And when they ran up on me she damn near had a seizure
See I just call her boo
I think her name is Ana
I met her in Miami, she say she from Atlanta
I just call her boo and she finish school
And she like to drink and like to smoke my reefer too
See I just call her boo
I think her name was Tonya
I know she from Decatur, she got a stupid onion
[Chorus: x2]
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
[Yo Gotti:]
Shawty stupid dumb thick I just call her red
Now that I think about it maybe I should call ahead
She got that super fire I can't even lie
She like a water park she ain't never dry
And I just call her bae and she just call me gotti
Ain't no relationship we just fuckin shock
She got her own bread shawty school me in a drop
Her mama own some daycares her brother got them blocks
And she a college girl sophomore I hit her in the dorm
On the hard floor she got her shit together so I respect her more
So if she ask me for some money she is not a whore
[Chorus: x2]
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
[Tity Boi:]
I hate lame niggas so this a hate crime
Rich niggas shit up on em a gang sign
Gotta glock 40 in my waist line
Just bought a new crib by the lake side
What is life like it's love and I love my girl
Show up life a big spenda I'm tryna fuck the world
Yeah fuck em girl you ain't gotta go back
Call em tell em that yo pussy got kidnapped
And she layin with her forehead on my six pack
Yeah we got something in common we like big stacks
Yeah I know her name but I like to call her boo
You shoulda put a chirp on her so she wouldn't move
[Chorus: x2]
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
[Tity Boi:]
I just call her boo
I think her name is Shawna
What I really know bout the girl that drive the Honda.
I just call her boo
I think her name is isha, might be Tasha might even be Keisha.
All I really know her baby daddy wanna feature
And when they ran up on me she damn near had a seizure
See I just call her boo
I think her name is Ana
I met her in Miami, she say she from Atlanta
I just call her boo and she finish school
And she like to drink and like to smoke my reefer too
See I just call her boo
I think her name was Tonya
I know she from Decatur, she got a stupid onion
[Chorus: x2]
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
[Yo Gotti:]
Shawty stupid dumb thick I just call her red
Now that I think about it maybe I should call ahead
She got that super fire I can't even lie
She like a water park she ain't never dry
And I just call her bae and she just call me gotti
Ain't no relationship we just fuckin shock
She got her own bread shawty school me in a drop
Her mama own some daycares her brother got them blocks
And she a college girl sophomore I hit her in the dorm
On the hard floor she got her shit together so I respect her more
So if she ask me for some money she is not a whore
[Chorus: x2]
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
[Tity Boi:]
I hate lame niggas so this a hate crime
Rich niggas shit up on em a gang sign
Gotta glock 40 in my waist line
Just bought a new crib by the lake side
What is life like it's love and I love my girl
Show up life a big spenda I'm tryna fuck the world
Yeah fuck em girl you ain't gotta go back
Call em tell em that yo pussy got kidnapped
And she layin with her forehead on my six pack
Yeah we got something in common we like big stacks
Yeah I know her name but I like to call her boo
You shoulda put a chirp on her so she wouldn't move
[Chorus: x2]
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
Kitchen lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Young Jeezy & Pusha T)
[Chorus:]
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whiffing.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whipping.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucker kitchen using baby bottles for the lean
Wifey says I'm tripping, plus I got maybelline smeared right bellow my zipper,
I'm a Kama Sutra reader and a conjure drinker.
Hot on the stove, smoking like reefer
This work ain't bout shit, that's why it's cheaper.
This ho ain't bout shit, that's why she's cheaper,
All we blow is strong, that's why you weaker!
Wait up, yo status change when you wait up,
Waiting on the meal, I already put my plate up!
Nigga fall back up, already put my rake up,
Every time I leave the booth they put yellow tape up.
Hair weave killa, messing up her make-up,
Pyrex vision and I'm about to cook a cake up.
Get a 4, add a lil water,
Get her in a track, and ride her like a motor!
[Chorus:]
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whiffing.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whipping.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
[Young Jeezy:]
It's just a three watches, asshole!
One platinum, one white, one rose gold
Drive a solid gold Rolls to the Rose Bowl.
Rose in the club for my rose home!
Man fuck these niggas I got blow goals,
I count money all night, I need some no-doze,
Here to try, I want it easy, I need a bankroll
All the money I the trunk, bitch the bank roll
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen, nigga,
Got me standing at that water like I'm fishing, nigga!
Never know about me, I pull a bass out
Drop a 250 in and pull a half out
Had to do it for the town and the trap niggas
Me and 2 chains, it's over for you rap niggas!
And nothin says butter like parkay
And nothin make them J's stutter like hard yay
[Chorus:]
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whiffing.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whipping.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
It started in the kitchen, king of the whipping,
Denzel in glory, tear drop was missing!
Just like the roof is riding in that Chris Brown,
Two seater deuces, peeling like I skip town!
Pocket full of brick money, neck full of black gold,
Black diamonds got the Jesus piece like [?]
That's 2 chainz. I'm [?] I'm for everyone I cook I make [?].
Mary Kate and Ashley, Tia and Tamara, 2 in the 4 like the Porsche Panamara
Look in the mirror, look in the mirror, vision clouded by the coke
Ain't makin it clearer!
I make it look easy, I rap it up greezy
Bandana around the brick, I make him look jeezy,
But I push the ton of it get the name right,
Who else could fly and then land on the same flight? Pushhh
[Chorus:]
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whiffing.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whipping.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whiffing.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whipping.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucker kitchen using baby bottles for the lean
Wifey says I'm tripping, plus I got maybelline smeared right bellow my zipper,
I'm a Kama Sutra reader and a conjure drinker.
Hot on the stove, smoking like reefer
This work ain't bout shit, that's why it's cheaper.
This ho ain't bout shit, that's why she's cheaper,
All we blow is strong, that's why you weaker!
Wait up, yo status change when you wait up,
Waiting on the meal, I already put my plate up!
Nigga fall back up, already put my rake up,
Every time I leave the booth they put yellow tape up.
Hair weave killa, messing up her make-up,
Pyrex vision and I'm about to cook a cake up.
Get a 4, add a lil water,
Get her in a track, and ride her like a motor!
[Chorus:]
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whiffing.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whipping.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
[Young Jeezy:]
It's just a three watches, asshole!
One platinum, one white, one rose gold
Drive a solid gold Rolls to the Rose Bowl.
Rose in the club for my rose home!
Man fuck these niggas I got blow goals,
I count money all night, I need some no-doze,
Here to try, I want it easy, I need a bankroll
All the money I the trunk, bitch the bank roll
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen, nigga,
Got me standing at that water like I'm fishing, nigga!
Never know about me, I pull a bass out
Drop a 250 in and pull a half out
Had to do it for the town and the trap niggas
Me and 2 chains, it's over for you rap niggas!
And nothin says butter like parkay
And nothin make them J's stutter like hard yay
[Chorus:]
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whiffing.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whipping.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
It started in the kitchen, king of the whipping,
Denzel in glory, tear drop was missing!
Just like the roof is riding in that Chris Brown,
Two seater deuces, peeling like I skip town!
Pocket full of brick money, neck full of black gold,
Black diamonds got the Jesus piece like [?]
That's 2 chainz. I'm [?] I'm for everyone I cook I make [?].
Mary Kate and Ashley, Tia and Tamara, 2 in the 4 like the Porsche Panamara
Look in the mirror, look in the mirror, vision clouded by the coke
Ain't makin it clearer!
I make it look easy, I rap it up greezy
Bandana around the brick, I make him look jeezy,
But I push the ton of it get the name right,
Who else could fly and then land on the same flight? Pushhh
[Chorus:]
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whiffing.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whipping.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
Kitchen lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Young Jeezy & Pusha T)
[Chorus:]
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whiffing.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whipping.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucker kitchen using baby bottles for the lean
Wifey says I'm tripping, plus I got maybelline smeared right bellow my zipper,
I'm a Kama Sutra reader and a conjure drinker.
Hot on the stove, smoking like reefer
This work ain't bout shit, that's why it's cheaper.
This ho ain't bout shit, that's why she's cheaper,
All we blow is strong, that's why you weaker!
Wait up, yo status change when you wait up,
Waiting on the meal, I already put my plate up!
Nigga fall back up, already put my rake up,
Every time I leave the booth they put yellow tape up.
Hair weave killa, messing up her make-up,
Pyrex vision and I'm about to cook a cake up.
Get a 4, add a lil water,
Get her in a track, and ride her like a motor!
[Chorus:]
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whiffing.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whipping.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
[Young Jeezy:]
It's just a three watches, asshole!
One platinum, one white, one rose gold
Drive a solid gold Rolls to the Rose Bowl.
Rose in the club for my rose home!
Man fuck these niggas I got blow goals,
I count money all night, I need some no-doze,
Here to try, I want it easy, I need a bankroll
All the money I the trunk, bitch the bank roll
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen, nigga,
Got me standing at that water like I'm fishing, nigga!
Never know about me, I pull a bass out
Drop a 250 in and pull a half out
Had to do it for the town and the trap niggas
Me and 2 chains, it's over for you rap niggas!
And nothin says butter like parkay
And nothin make them J's stutter like hard yay
[Chorus:]
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whiffing.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whipping.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
It started in the kitchen, king of the whipping,
Denzel in glory, tear drop was missing!
Just like the roof is riding in that Chris Brown,
Two seater deuces, peeling like I skip town!
Pocket full of brick money, neck full of black gold,
Black diamonds got the Jesus piece like [?]
That's 2 chainz. I'm [?] I'm for everyone I cook I make [?].
Mary Kate and Ashley, Tia and Tamara, 2 in the 4 like the Porsche Panamara
Look in the mirror, look in the mirror, vision clouded by the coke
Ain't makin it clearer!
I make it look easy, I rap it up greezy
Bandana around the brick, I make him look jeezy,
But I push the ton of it get the name right,
Who else could fly and then land on the same flight? Pushhh
[Chorus:]
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whiffing.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whipping.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whiffing.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whipping.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucker kitchen using baby bottles for the lean
Wifey says I'm tripping, plus I got maybelline smeared right bellow my zipper,
I'm a Kama Sutra reader and a conjure drinker.
Hot on the stove, smoking like reefer
This work ain't bout shit, that's why it's cheaper.
This ho ain't bout shit, that's why she's cheaper,
All we blow is strong, that's why you weaker!
Wait up, yo status change when you wait up,
Waiting on the meal, I already put my plate up!
Nigga fall back up, already put my rake up,
Every time I leave the booth they put yellow tape up.
Hair weave killa, messing up her make-up,
Pyrex vision and I'm about to cook a cake up.
Get a 4, add a lil water,
Get her in a track, and ride her like a motor!
[Chorus:]
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whiffing.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whipping.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
[Young Jeezy:]
It's just a three watches, asshole!
One platinum, one white, one rose gold
Drive a solid gold Rolls to the Rose Bowl.
Rose in the club for my rose home!
Man fuck these niggas I got blow goals,
I count money all night, I need some no-doze,
Here to try, I want it easy, I need a bankroll
All the money I the trunk, bitch the bank roll
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen, nigga,
Got me standing at that water like I'm fishing, nigga!
Never know about me, I pull a bass out
Drop a 250 in and pull a half out
Had to do it for the town and the trap niggas
Me and 2 chains, it's over for you rap niggas!
And nothin says butter like parkay
And nothin make them J's stutter like hard yay
[Chorus:]
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whiffing.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whipping.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
It started in the kitchen, king of the whipping,
Denzel in glory, tear drop was missing!
Just like the roof is riding in that Chris Brown,
Two seater deuces, peeling like I skip town!
Pocket full of brick money, neck full of black gold,
Black diamonds got the Jesus piece like [?]
That's 2 chainz. I'm [?] I'm for everyone I cook I make [?].
Mary Kate and Ashley, Tia and Tamara, 2 in the 4 like the Porsche Panamara
Look in the mirror, look in the mirror, vision clouded by the coke
Ain't makin it clearer!
I make it look easy, I rap it up greezy
Bandana around the brick, I make him look jeezy,
But I push the ton of it get the name right,
Who else could fly and then land on the same flight? Pushhh
[Chorus:]
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whiffing.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I'm pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whipping.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!
Boo lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Yo Gotti)
[Chorus: x2]
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
[Tity Boi:]
I just call her boo
I think her name is Shawna
What I really know bout the girl that drive the Honda.
I just call her boo
I think her name is isha, might be Tasha might even be Keisha.
All I really know her baby daddy wanna feature
And when they ran up on me she damn near had a seizure
See I just call her boo
I think her name is Ana
I met her in Miami, she say she from Atlanta
I just call her boo and she finish school
And she like to drink and like to smoke my reefer too
See I just call her boo
I think her name was Tonya
I know she from Decatur, she got a stupid onion
[Chorus: x2]
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
[Yo Gotti:]
Shawty stupid dumb thick I just call her red
Now that I think about it maybe I should call ahead
She got that super fire I can't even lie
She like a water park she ain't never dry
And I just call her bae and she just call me gotti
Ain't no relationship we just fuckin shock
She got her own bread shawty school me in a drop
Her mama own some daycares her brother got them blocks
And she a college girl sophomore I hit her in the dorm
On the hard floor she got her shit together so I respect her more
So if she ask me for some money she is not a whore
[Chorus: x2]
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
[Tity Boi:]
I hate lame niggas so this a hate crime
Rich niggas shit up on em a gang sign
Gotta glock 40 in my waist line
Just bought a new crib by the lake side
What is life like it's love and I love my girl
Show up life a big spenda I'm tryna fuck the world
Yeah fuck em girl you ain't gotta go back
Call em tell em that yo pussy got kidnapped
And she layin with her forehead on my six pack
Yeah we got something in common we like big stacks
Yeah I know her name but I like to call her boo
You shoulda put a chirp on her so she wouldn't move
[Chorus: x2]
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
[Tity Boi:]
I just call her boo
I think her name is Shawna
What I really know bout the girl that drive the Honda.
I just call her boo
I think her name is isha, might be Tasha might even be Keisha.
All I really know her baby daddy wanna feature
And when they ran up on me she damn near had a seizure
See I just call her boo
I think her name is Ana
I met her in Miami, she say she from Atlanta
I just call her boo and she finish school
And she like to drink and like to smoke my reefer too
See I just call her boo
I think her name was Tonya
I know she from Decatur, she got a stupid onion
[Chorus: x2]
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
[Yo Gotti:]
Shawty stupid dumb thick I just call her red
Now that I think about it maybe I should call ahead
She got that super fire I can't even lie
She like a water park she ain't never dry
And I just call her bae and she just call me gotti
Ain't no relationship we just fuckin shock
She got her own bread shawty school me in a drop
Her mama own some daycares her brother got them blocks
And she a college girl sophomore I hit her in the dorm
On the hard floor she got her shit together so I respect her more
So if she ask me for some money she is not a whore
[Chorus: x2]
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
[Tity Boi:]
I hate lame niggas so this a hate crime
Rich niggas shit up on em a gang sign
Gotta glock 40 in my waist line
Just bought a new crib by the lake side
What is life like it's love and I love my girl
Show up life a big spenda I'm tryna fuck the world
Yeah fuck em girl you ain't gotta go back
Call em tell em that yo pussy got kidnapped
And she layin with her forehead on my six pack
Yeah we got something in common we like big stacks
Yeah I know her name but I like to call her boo
You shoulda put a chirp on her so she wouldn't move
[Chorus: x2]
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane
Ball lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Waka Flocka Flame)
We've been getting money we were about child
Gutting niggers keeping now we take them by their balls, balls, balls, balls, balls
I'm a ride this motherfucker till the wheels fall off
Yes I'm sitting shotgun with my fucking side out
I'm a balls, balls, balls, balls, balls, balls
When I woke up this morning I was thinking about bowling
Now bought a new sale bone everybody call it, let's get it
I want it like I own it, my star hear not this ain't my opponent
And all these niggers trash, and I'm the new custodian
Are you kidding me, fucking nickelodeon
Take your main girl and we kick it like she know it
Bitch on the base, motherfucking counting
24 zone the wide, I'm high, I'm by the bar new what just about time
Just for a lot are charging niggers fire
I hope you're about yours cause I'm about mine
And I'm about flying, and I'm about trying
Gangster real, my gangster's
Gangsters everywhere they even standing in the crowd
Nigger follow me he gonna be land on the ground
Pin a silly clip, clean a nigger out
Let that bitch rip while he dancing by the couch
Is my cologne, you know what we own
We will never, they will never, yeah
We've been getting money we were about child
Gutting niggers keeping now we take them by their balls, balls, balls, balls, balls
I'm a ride this motherfucker till the wheels fall off
Yes I'm sitting shotgun with my fucking side out
I'm a balls, balls, balls, balls, balls, balls
4 bottles of that Remi I'm trying to get high
... triple cup, got me sleep walking, whatever see me grind, stunt, go hard
Monday... Sunday, I'm a go hard,
Every car my fans scream, score, ball, ball, ball, ball, go hard
I'm drunken than a motherfucker standing on the sofa
Bottles in the sky you can tell that we're high
I see them giving me the evil eye
Four words for you pussy niggers come try
We've been getting money we were about child
Gutting niggers keeping now we take them by their balls, balls, balls, balls, balls
I'm a ride this motherfucker till the wheels fall off
Yes I'm sitting shotgun with my fucking side out
I'm a balls, balls, balls, balls, balls, balls
... balling, going hard,.. balling going hard, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
... balling, going hard,.. balling going hard, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball.
Gutting niggers keeping now we take them by their balls, balls, balls, balls, balls
I'm a ride this motherfucker till the wheels fall off
Yes I'm sitting shotgun with my fucking side out
I'm a balls, balls, balls, balls, balls, balls
When I woke up this morning I was thinking about bowling
Now bought a new sale bone everybody call it, let's get it
I want it like I own it, my star hear not this ain't my opponent
And all these niggers trash, and I'm the new custodian
Are you kidding me, fucking nickelodeon
Take your main girl and we kick it like she know it
Bitch on the base, motherfucking counting
24 zone the wide, I'm high, I'm by the bar new what just about time
Just for a lot are charging niggers fire
I hope you're about yours cause I'm about mine
And I'm about flying, and I'm about trying
Gangster real, my gangster's
Gangsters everywhere they even standing in the crowd
Nigger follow me he gonna be land on the ground
Pin a silly clip, clean a nigger out
Let that bitch rip while he dancing by the couch
Is my cologne, you know what we own
We will never, they will never, yeah
We've been getting money we were about child
Gutting niggers keeping now we take them by their balls, balls, balls, balls, balls
I'm a ride this motherfucker till the wheels fall off
Yes I'm sitting shotgun with my fucking side out
I'm a balls, balls, balls, balls, balls, balls
4 bottles of that Remi I'm trying to get high
... triple cup, got me sleep walking, whatever see me grind, stunt, go hard
Monday... Sunday, I'm a go hard,
Every car my fans scream, score, ball, ball, ball, ball, go hard
I'm drunken than a motherfucker standing on the sofa
Bottles in the sky you can tell that we're high
I see them giving me the evil eye
Four words for you pussy niggers come try
We've been getting money we were about child
Gutting niggers keeping now we take them by their balls, balls, balls, balls, balls
I'm a ride this motherfucker till the wheels fall off
Yes I'm sitting shotgun with my fucking side out
I'm a balls, balls, balls, balls, balls, balls
... balling, going hard,.. balling going hard, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
... balling, going hard,.. balling going hard, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball.
Pimp C Back lyrics - 2 Chainz
Rest in peace Pimp C! [x3]
Take it off, bitch bend over let me see it! [x4]
(Rest in peace Pimp C!) [x3]
OK, I've been the guy, look in the sky
Rain hit my building, make my window cry!
My uncle on that gin, it's like genocide
We kept 'em pillows sex we can have a pillow fight
Where my girl left, I wasn't feeling right!
And despit she extra nice; she start catching feelings, I'm a catch a flight.
She said I hurt her feelings now she's dating dykes
I'm glad this ain't no movie, you ain't acting right. (Tell 'em!)
[Chorus:]
Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
I said take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it! [x2]
I said take that shit off, bend over.
10 soldiers; We're the opposite of being sober,
Girls don't eat soda!
Coidene and cream soda, different weed odors
California, you can smell it in a coma!
They say the world is finna end, so I made me a bucket list,
All I wanna do is just fuck; so this my fucking list!
Even if we ran us a train; you couldn't fuck with us,
And yeah I got me a bankroll; I need a bunch of ones...
[Chorus:]
Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
I said take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it! [x2]
[Outro:]
They hollin Pimp C back, now what the fuck is up
Pimp C back, now what the fuck is up [x3]
Take it off, bitch bend over let me see it! [x4]
(Rest in peace Pimp C!) [x3]
OK, I've been the guy, look in the sky
Rain hit my building, make my window cry!
My uncle on that gin, it's like genocide
We kept 'em pillows sex we can have a pillow fight
Where my girl left, I wasn't feeling right!
And despit she extra nice; she start catching feelings, I'm a catch a flight.
She said I hurt her feelings now she's dating dykes
I'm glad this ain't no movie, you ain't acting right. (Tell 'em!)
[Chorus:]
Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
I said take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it! [x2]
I said take that shit off, bend over.
10 soldiers; We're the opposite of being sober,
Girls don't eat soda!
Coidene and cream soda, different weed odors
California, you can smell it in a coma!
They say the world is finna end, so I made me a bucket list,
All I wanna do is just fuck; so this my fucking list!
Even if we ran us a train; you couldn't fuck with us,
And yeah I got me a bankroll; I need a bunch of ones...
[Chorus:]
Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
I said take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it! [x2]
[Outro:]
They hollin Pimp C back, now what the fuck is up
Pimp C back, now what the fuck is up [x3]
Riot (Remix) lyrics - 2 Chainz (with 50 Cent)
[50 Cent - Intro]
I don’t even know what to say
Ain’t got to say much
You here my voice
You know it’s 50
[2 Chainz]
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet
Lame niggas be quiet You in the presence of a real nigga
I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet,
Lame niggas be quiet
You in the real nigga’s presence
[Verse 1 - 2 Chainz]
I eat your girl up for breakfast, won’t save you no extras
Say she fuck with me cause a real nigga’s her preference
Drinking like I’m from Texas, and you know I stay flexin’
And if you don’t know I go by Tity two necklace
[50 Cent]
Nigga that cocaine that I’m flipping
Wood-wood grain when I’m dipping
Codeine when I’m sippin’
Bitch, You fucking right I be trippin’
I put your bitch face in my lap
2-2-3s all in my strap
Count-count my paper
All of them stacks
Fuck something up and get it right back
Nigga try me
[2 Chainz]
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot
[2 Chainz]
I ain't stunnin’ these niggas
I ain't stunnin’ these bitches
2 cigarrellas, look look like extensions (damn)
Yeah I’m from the south side, her mouth wide
My pack loud, My gat loud, I back out
And click clack pow pow
Court dates, still trial
My rep is a reptile
Now later, alligators
I step on a work like a step child (whoo)
Pimps up, hoes down
Make your girl pull her clothes down
Her hair down and I’m down
Her phone off so don’t dial
[50 Cent]
That-that pyrex in my kitchen
Rich niggas still bitching
Them GDs and them vicelords
Or that gangsta shit I be kicking
Who Blood now? Who Cripping?
Who pussy? Tell me who snitching?
I got a firearm to fire on
For whoever done let that bitch in
These niggas don’t live by the codes
Then cut in and fucked up the game
Throw your sets up if you don’t give a fuck
It’s 50 and 2 Chainz
Got the hood back poppin’, I dance to this
I buy the whole bar, nigga you can drank to this
Get the bottles poppin’
While the hoes watchin’
And damn I love this gangsta shit
[Hook]
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot (yeah)
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot (that’s what I’m talkin about)
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot
[50 Cent - Outro]
We gone get back to the real shit,
Quit fucking around
I don’t even know what to say
Ain’t got to say much
You here my voice
You know it’s 50
[2 Chainz]
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet
Lame niggas be quiet You in the presence of a real nigga
I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet,
Lame niggas be quiet
You in the real nigga’s presence
[Verse 1 - 2 Chainz]
I eat your girl up for breakfast, won’t save you no extras
Say she fuck with me cause a real nigga’s her preference
Drinking like I’m from Texas, and you know I stay flexin’
And if you don’t know I go by Tity two necklace
[50 Cent]
Nigga that cocaine that I’m flipping
Wood-wood grain when I’m dipping
Codeine when I’m sippin’
Bitch, You fucking right I be trippin’
I put your bitch face in my lap
2-2-3s all in my strap
Count-count my paper
All of them stacks
Fuck something up and get it right back
Nigga try me
[2 Chainz]
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot
[2 Chainz]
I ain't stunnin’ these niggas
I ain't stunnin’ these bitches
2 cigarrellas, look look like extensions (damn)
Yeah I’m from the south side, her mouth wide
My pack loud, My gat loud, I back out
And click clack pow pow
Court dates, still trial
My rep is a reptile
Now later, alligators
I step on a work like a step child (whoo)
Pimps up, hoes down
Make your girl pull her clothes down
Her hair down and I’m down
Her phone off so don’t dial
[50 Cent]
That-that pyrex in my kitchen
Rich niggas still bitching
Them GDs and them vicelords
Or that gangsta shit I be kicking
Who Blood now? Who Cripping?
Who pussy? Tell me who snitching?
I got a firearm to fire on
For whoever done let that bitch in
These niggas don’t live by the codes
Then cut in and fucked up the game
Throw your sets up if you don’t give a fuck
It’s 50 and 2 Chainz
Got the hood back poppin’, I dance to this
I buy the whole bar, nigga you can drank to this
Get the bottles poppin’
While the hoes watchin’
And damn I love this gangsta shit
[Hook]
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot (yeah)
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot (that’s what I’m talkin about)
I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot
[50 Cent - Outro]
We gone get back to the real shit,
Quit fucking around
Sway In The Morning Freestyle lyrics - 2 Chainz
My height man,
OK, I got you!
I got you, don't worry
And I pay, I pay my height man!
Just pay me attention!
So you wanna do it for me [?]
You've got make sure my [?]
I got you, I got you
OK!
Guess who's gonna play those [?]
All right, cool, all right!
My rhyme style real nonchalant
Trust me, rude boy this ain't what you want
He [?] have you doing summersaults
Then I dump ya trash ass off in the garbage
Every week I get my car washed
This the life of a hustle, this is not a fassaud
And what you're looking at is not a mirage
You probably seen me at the W having a minage
Performing, smack a lil ass recording
I'm doing 160 for my niggas in Porsches
They say I speeding cause I'm on that far left side
I'm from the South but I'm smoking on the West Side
I'm in my best right,
I let my girl wash clothes on the G4
So I could let em jet dry.
And I'm the best I noticed
And u ain't even noticed, until I roll up on in a Lotus
Brushing dust on my shoulders like fuck it I'm focus
I'm fucking with bitches, that's only fucking with soldiers
Listen! I got an old school the color of okra
The tires as wide as Oprah watch it when it approaches
Now listen, peace up! A town down you know I gotta my piece up
So I won't play around
Got the extra round!
Plus it got a clip on
Pollute ya block I put all that shit on! 2 Chainz...
OK, I got you!
I got you, don't worry
And I pay, I pay my height man!
Just pay me attention!
So you wanna do it for me [?]
You've got make sure my [?]
I got you, I got you
OK!
Guess who's gonna play those [?]
All right, cool, all right!
My rhyme style real nonchalant
Trust me, rude boy this ain't what you want
He [?] have you doing summersaults
Then I dump ya trash ass off in the garbage
Every week I get my car washed
This the life of a hustle, this is not a fassaud
And what you're looking at is not a mirage
You probably seen me at the W having a minage
Performing, smack a lil ass recording
I'm doing 160 for my niggas in Porsches
They say I speeding cause I'm on that far left side
I'm from the South but I'm smoking on the West Side
I'm in my best right,
I let my girl wash clothes on the G4
So I could let em jet dry.
And I'm the best I noticed
And u ain't even noticed, until I roll up on in a Lotus
Brushing dust on my shoulders like fuck it I'm focus
I'm fucking with bitches, that's only fucking with soldiers
Listen! I got an old school the color of okra
The tires as wide as Oprah watch it when it approaches
Now listen, peace up! A town down you know I gotta my piece up
So I won't play around
Got the extra round!
Plus it got a clip on
Pollute ya block I put all that shit on! 2 Chainz...
Think About It lyrics - 2 Chainz
Talking met the blue swang
Gamble up my loose chains
2 chains, 'nough said, throw money at her forehead
This about it, wait a minute, think about it
Her pussy so wet, it look like she waste some drinks around it
Best in Atlanta, you really don't have to think about it
A nigger so cold, my microphone got one [?]
Titty 2 chains and the 2 [?] I'm doubla illa
2 hands on my balls nigger call it double dribble, uh
[Chorus:]
Think about it, now think about it
Think about it, yeah think about it
Just think about it, think about it
Just think about it, think about it
Just think about the [?]. Y'all know the [?]
Used to sell them bags, now I'm selling swag
Tell your bitch come here, tell your bitch come here
I only have time for one night, you can have her back when I deal
Smoke hammer bagging all real, take another pull and I steal
I'm with my crew [?] like we walking around on stills
Walking around on blimps, and we pushing weight
Got my pocket looking built
[?] yeah, picture that, take a picture
[?] I come to your city real soon and watch them titties shake
Anyways, I [?] I'm really good at math so I know that don't mean penetrate
I'm coming out the [?] nigger know this if you do not know anything
2 chain stay down like tennis shoes
I need a mill, wanna go to dinner soon
[Chorus:]
Think about it, now think about it
Think about it, yeah think about it
Just think about it, think about it
Just think about it, think about it.
Gamble up my loose chains
2 chains, 'nough said, throw money at her forehead
This about it, wait a minute, think about it
Her pussy so wet, it look like she waste some drinks around it
Best in Atlanta, you really don't have to think about it
A nigger so cold, my microphone got one [?]
Titty 2 chains and the 2 [?] I'm doubla illa
2 hands on my balls nigger call it double dribble, uh
[Chorus:]
Think about it, now think about it
Think about it, yeah think about it
Just think about it, think about it
Just think about it, think about it
Just think about the [?]. Y'all know the [?]
Used to sell them bags, now I'm selling swag
Tell your bitch come here, tell your bitch come here
I only have time for one night, you can have her back when I deal
Smoke hammer bagging all real, take another pull and I steal
I'm with my crew [?] like we walking around on stills
Walking around on blimps, and we pushing weight
Got my pocket looking built
[?] yeah, picture that, take a picture
[?] I come to your city real soon and watch them titties shake
Anyways, I [?] I'm really good at math so I know that don't mean penetrate
I'm coming out the [?] nigger know this if you do not know anything
2 chain stay down like tennis shoes
I need a mill, wanna go to dinner soon
[Chorus:]
Think about it, now think about it
Think about it, yeah think about it
Just think about it, think about it
Just think about it, think about it.
Tupac Back lyrics - 2 Chainz
Tity Boi back, Louie bandana
Tall ass nigga look like I play for Atlanta
Look at my whip, it 2011
Look at my watch, this shit so bright that it's yellin
Tity Boi back, Louie bandana
Tall ass nigga look like I play for Atlanta
Look at my whip, it 2011
Look at my watch, this shit so bright that it's yellin
Irma a problem like arithmetic
Still won't show a bitch shit but dick, yeah
I have sex with my necklace on
By the time breakfast done I'll extra gone, yeah
Niggas know I got a special flow
When they come to the crib they leave their shoes at the door, oh
Tity Boi they call me deuce for short
I just had an accident now I'm on Kush support
If I say it then I did it, I did it then I mean it
This is not a hand me down when I give niggas the bizness
2 black cars on 24 inches
That's my first 48 I'm killing these niggas
Tity Boi back, Louie bandana
Tall ass nigga look like I play for Atlanta
Look at my whip, it 2011
Look at my watch, this shit so bright that it's yellin
Tity Boi back, Louie bandana
Tall ass nigga look like I play for Atlanta
Look at my whip, it 2011
Look at my watch, this shit so bright that it's yellin
Yeah, 2 chains, ya feel me, it's gonna be a hot summer man
I'm telling ya
I'm a burn you niggas personally
Burn you niggas, bow bow, ya feel me
No guanaria either nigga
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