Netflix lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Fergie)

 [2 Chainz:]

I smoked a blunt for dinner, another blunt for breakfast

2 Chainz, got 'em staring at my necklace

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

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

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

I'm dodging paparazzi, my outfit from Versace

Copy, copy, all these niggas just copy

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

[2 Chainz & Fergie:]

I know you had the time of your life

I know you had the time of your life

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

I'll be countin' this shit all night

I know you had the time of your life

I know you had the time of your life

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

I'll be countin' this shit all night

[Fergie:]

When I die, bury me inside the liquor store

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[2 Chainz & Fergie:]

I know you had the time of your life

I know you had the time of your life

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

I'll be countin' this shit all night

I know you had the time of your life

I know you had the time of your life

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

I'll be countin' this shit all night

[2 Chainz:]

Yeah, yeah

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

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

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

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

She just wanna freak, she don't wanna sleep

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

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

I call doin' a 69 a favor for a favor

From the cradle to the grave

Shoot a nigga from his ankle to his waist

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

Fucked a bitch in her eyelashes

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

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

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

Goddamn!