Road Dawg lyrics - 2 Chainz
I'm 'bout my commas, I'm 'bout my come up
Young nigga run up, run up the summer
Tats on my stomach like Makaveli
Back of the back in the back of Telly's
With the racks in the sac I will rap on belly
They will act real really niggas acting sidity
Ain't no Actavis in the city, woah
This for my road dawg, this for my, this for my road dawg
This for my road dawg, this for my, this for my road dawg
This for my road dawg, this for my, this for my road dawg
This for my road dawg, this is a real nigga role call
We spend it and get it back, we had invented that
See we on the internet, fly as an insect
Shine like the moonlight, told 'em gesundheit
I'm throwing cheese up like it's a food fight
They talking 'bout that dough and I tell you, I do not believe 'em
When I was on Codeine I went to the store and bought all of the liters
Follow the leader, monkey see, monkey do
It was critical bought the [?] went and bought three pair of shoes
Trapping all night, you know the rules
Trapping all night, it ain't no rules
I pay my dues, copped it in twos
And all I do is sell shit, I should go on a cruise
This for my road dawg, this for my, this for my road dawg
This for my road dawg, this for my, this for my road dawg
This for my road dawg, this for my, this for my road dawg
This for my road dawg, this is a real nigga role call
Better Dope lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Cap 1)
[2 Chainz:]
I'm thinking about moving to Mexico
I'm thinking about moving to Mexico
Got my raw paper filled with Texaco
All I ever wanted was some better dope
Better dope
Better dope
Better dope
Better dope
[Cap 1:]
Gold in a nigga [?]
The Window tinted
I got a tahoe for the heaters
[?] up on the money cuz I feel like I could get it
All of this work, I be feeling like El Jefe
Tatted up and looking like a ese'
Got a pocket rocking on me in the [?]
Got a hundred pounds or a gallon, out in one day
Break out the [?] and I bring it to you
Made it out the projects, holla hallelujah
Slanging the fish, on the phone, barracudas
Niggas shoot Rugers, putting hoes in madudas
Mace in my[?] hella coca
Step off the plane with work and Pennacchio
With the Mexico the bigger mocha mutha
Money keep coming, my cup runneth over
[2 Chainz:]
I'm thinking about moving to Mexico
I'm thinking about moving to Mexico
Got my raw paper filled with Texaco
All I ever wanted was some better dope
Better dope
Better dope
Better dope
Better dope
Pull up on a nigga with the packs
Give a nigga this and serve a nigga with a strap
Told em when it come to the commas, think a nigga momma put her in a Honda, drive her straight down the ramp
Yeah I need a stamp, cuz a nigga might send it
You know I need racks, cuz a nigga might spend it
I could buy a back, when I pad that
All I ride is [?] nigga I'm allergic to hemis
I could take a brick and turn that shit to a Bentley
I could take a village and turn it to a mansion
I'm about dinero and I'm rockin' a sombrero
All I scream is church, like a nigga tryna pastor
Pull up
Pull up
Pull up
Pull up
Pull up
Damn boy looking like a computer
[?]
Still down the [?]
All I talk is chicken, like I'm wooping it at Hoodas
On the low man, low [?] noodles
29 grams if it come with the plastic
Got a brick the same color Alaska
Stretching the [?] like I would to a elastic
I can go slow then I can go faster
Been graduated, been flipping my [?]
I might move away, cuz these hoes harassing
I'm thinking about moving to Mexico
I'm thinking about moving to Mexico
Got my raw paper filled with Texaco
All I ever wanted was some better dope
Better dope
Better dope
Better dope
Better dope
How It Feel lyrics - Bankroll Fresh & 2 Chainz
[Bankroll Fresh:]
How it feel, how it feel to ball like this
How it feel, how it feel to ball like this
How it feel, how it feel to ball like this
How it feel, how it feel to ball like this
How it feel, how it feel to ball like this
How it feel, how it feel to ball like this
How it feel, how it feel to ball like this
How it feel, how it feel to ball like this
How it feel, how it feel to ball like this
How it feel, how it feel to ball like this
Do you know how it feel to ball like this?
I'm with a bad Malibu white bitch
Shining hard my earring blinging right wrist
It's on flame, LeBron James, yeah I iced it
I'm a real street nigga I know prices
Hit the door one time and get Hyphy
Real trap nigga, 95 Nikes
Racks in my pocket, who don't like it?
Blue P behind the gates, yeah she feisty
Georgia Power cut us off, my junkies got us on
And I'm in this motherfucker, I ain't going home
Do this shit for all my niggas trapping out the phone
How it feel, how it feel to ball like this
How it feel, how it feel to ball like this
How it feel, how it feel to ball like this
How it feel, how it feel to ball like this
How it feel, how it feel to ball like this
How it feel, how it feel to ball like this
How it feel, how it feel to ball like this
How it feel, how it feel to ball like this
How it feel, how it feel to ball like this
How it feel, how it feel to ball like this
[2 Chainz:]
10 band, take a zan, then you like me
Got the girl in my room on my right knee
My white T filled with Cuban links on it
And my bitch so cold, she need a mink on her
How you feel, how you feel in that G shit?
Got my first foreign whip off a remix
See I do my own thang I don't need y'all
I got every rights, 6 flags, got the [?] to free fall
Bitch no, get out off my business, operation big dogs
6 cars, tell them fucking flees they'll get picked off
Sick bars, I'm a fuck menace in some Gucci tennis
She might get the pussy raining, I might do a show in [?]
Natural lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Short Dawg)
10 grand and cologne on my dresser
I'm a natural born finesser
I'm a natural born finesser
I'm a natural born finesser
My pimp hand, got these hoes breaking cheddar
I'm a natural born finesser
I'm a natural born finesser
I'm a natural born finesser
Ain't nobody fresher, even on a stretcher
Trying to test us
Niggas screaming T.R.U story, like masseuse applying pressure
If that's you're girl arrest her
Ho get out of line, I correct it
Know this she was spears, surrounded by squares like a checker
Migo got that work, white as every decker
Shouts to Hector
You know Mega schooled me
Bitch be making movies, lots of extras
Paid a fortune for the lean
Plus I'm clean, pimping in my jeans
Might kidnap your queen, bend her over, make her scream
She probably seen
10 grand and cologne on my dresser
I'm a natural born finesser
I'm a natural born finesser
I'm a natural born finesser
My pimp hand, got these hoes breaking cheddar
I'm a natural born finesser
I'm a natural born finesser
I'm a natural born finesser
[Short Dawg:]
Money long as Lexus, boy that weed you smoking, on a spaceship
Puffing on that trash, you don't blow no gas, like a Tesla
Imma stack this cake, all that acting fake, is for the wrestlers
Party in my place, grab your bag and skate, Imma text ya
Told her : "Imma show my naked no affection"
Put her on a poles, no election, don't collect it
Give me all my ho, give me all my cheese
What you mean, Pimping in my jeans
The chick of your dreams, I just kicked her out
And she had must have seen
10 grand and cologne on my dresser
I'm a natural born finesser
I'm a natural born finesser
I'm a natural born finesser
My pimp hand, got these hoes breaking cheddar
I'm a natural born finesser
I'm a natural born finesser
I'm a natural born finesser
[2 Chainz:]
I bet you didn't know for every different ho
I got a different flow
PRPF them foes, sadity ho, ricardo teechi clothes
See I might free the ho Yeeaaahh
Get that Jeezy flow Ha Haaa
Pimp hand got a ho under pressure
I'm a natural born caresser
I might fuck her on the strecther
I might make a little money, leave a little on the dresser
And they sayin' Money tall, with this selection
I'm kicking it like Messi
It's like saying, you can't do nothing right to a lefty
Bond on my Nina, got them standing right next to us
Spraying it with both hands bitch I'm ambidextrous
10 grand and cologne on my dresser
I'm a natural born finesser
I'm a natural born finesser
I'm a natural born finesser
My pimp hand, got these hoes breaking cheddar
I'm a natural born finesser
I'm a natural born finesser
I'm a natural born finesser
Makin It Werk lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Skooly & Bankroll Fresh)
Making it work, give them the work and they're going berzerk
Licking their clit', don't fuck with them clique and your dick in the dirt
Take them to work, pick it back up and I'm going to Paris
Her pussy so good, damnit she almost get [?] of the work
Making it work I'm making, I'm making, I'm making it work
Making it work I'm making, I'm making, I'm making it work
Making it work I'm making, I'm making, I'm making it work
Making it work I'm making, I'm making, I'm making it work
[Skooly:]
Started off I was 16, trying to get it, trying to get it
Cramped up in my auntie house, momma ain't have to place to live in
Young nigga known in the city, in the city fucking all of the bitches
Then I turned 17 started sipping
Then the all motherfucking world tried to hit me
They know I'm a rich kid for life
Now a nigga too T.R.U, no lie
Now I got goo troups, with no lifes
And they'll probably shoot you for no [?]
Niggas ain't new to this shit, niggas just T.R.U to this shit
Niggas can't do what we did, niggas ain't do what we did
Niggas can't do it like T
Niggas can't do it like me or Bankroll
Pull up on your bitch with a bang roll
And I'm flexing on all of you stank holes
Pocket full of money that you can't hold
I'm a pimp no [?], and really ain't nowhere that I can't go
Momma told me: "Go to church!"
I told her, I love her and I'll make it work
Making it work, give them the work and they're going berzerk
Licking their clit', don't fuck with them clique and your dick in the dirt
Take them to work, pick it back up and I'm going to Paris
Her pussy so good, damnit she almost get [?] of the work
Making it work I'm making, I'm making, I'm making it work
Making it work I'm making, I'm making, I'm making it work
Making it work I'm making, I'm making, I'm making it work
Making it work I'm making, I'm making, I'm making it work
[Bankroll Fresh:]
Show you how to make one zip, make another zip
Started out with an all zip whip
Turned the same zip whip served the all script
[?] the profit out of that zip
Put all the profit in a shoe box
Fuck around, got me a new Glock
Fuck around, got me a new spot
Working at the park man heat hot
Trap talk got me reminiscing
Over hour renting, [?]
For a half and fifty, here goes half a grammy
Baby come and let me get the keys and sneak in
No insurance, do the speed limit
Know a young nigga try to get it
Either you're broke or getting it
Either you're broke or winning
Remember in the beginning, I ain't even have a penny
One day [?] again
Now I got plenty, nigga, looking like a ticket
Wars and the shit and they looking like a Bentley
Started out trapping and finessing just to get it
[?] hit the pack with a live sport ticket
Nigga, who is asking? Now I got the paky
Now I got a maky, counting them in the backy
Making it work, give them the work and they're going berzerk
Licking their clit', don't fuck with them clique and your dick in the dirt
Take them to work, pick it back up and I'm going to Paris
Her pussy so good, damnit she almost get [?] of the work
Making it work I'm making, I'm making, I'm making it work
Making it work I'm making, I'm making, I'm making it work
Making it work I'm making, I'm making, I'm making it work
Making it work I'm making, I'm making, I'm making it work
Someone To Love lyrics - Mike WiLL Made-It (feat. 2 Chainz, Cap-1 & Skooly)
[Hook - 2 Chainz x2:]
I had to give these hoes
I had to give these hoes someone to love
I said I had to give these hoes
I had to give these hoes someone to love
This what I'm doin'
This what I'm doin', it's easier than drugs
I said this what I'm doin'
This what I'm doin', it's easier than drugs
[2 Chainz:]
From a P in the pot
Type of nigga, used to sleep on a cot
Type of nigga, used to get it and go
You the type that sold a ki to a cop
Type of nigga, have your bitch in my spot
I'm the type to tie her feet in a knot
Type of nigga, turned a dream to a G
Type of nigga, turned that G to a drop
Turn around and take a P on the lot
Used to say, "Give me codeine on the rocks"
Used to say, "Kiss it one time" cause that coochie was stankin'
I sprayed some Febreze on the box, weed in my socks
Picture of me with a block on the block
Picture me rollin'
If I get gunned down today
Your picture they gon' be holdin'
Pick up the paper, custodian
Your bitch about to get stolen, now it is a wrap
Talkin' aluminum foil
Tat-tat-tat-tat, what the fuck? Shoot a nigga playin' tough
Show me a bitch that is loyal
I could sell her desert soil
Love me or love me not
You cannot go to my mama's spot
[Hook x2]
[Cap-1:]
I'm the type to put the ki on the block
I'm the type to be the king of the spot
Push button, ain't no key for the drop
Tatted my body, I think that I'm Pac
Got these bitches fallin' through to give me the box
Bet you niggas wonder how I did it
Fell in love with sellin' drugs and then I went and got a plug
And I made a little bit of money, spendin' hundred thousand limits
I had to give these hoes
I had to give these hoes someone to love
Took them 5s and 10s and 20s, added it up
Took them 50s, 100s, then I went to the club
They can see what I'm doin'
See what I'm doin', it's easier than drugs
In the kitchen water whippin', flippin' pigeons
Double the digits, the blue money come
Got the Forgiatto on that new Gallardo
Blowin' avocado, ridin' through Chicago
Got the double cup and lean in baby bottle
Got the shooters with me, black Mercedes follow
Shoe cost a bando
Rest in peace ‘Nando
My bitch came from Cuba, the weed from Cali
But my plug Mexicano
[Hook x2]
[Skooly:]
I do this shit for my people now
They say young Skay got the ether now
I'm sellin' this shit like illegal now
I'm comin' back to the teacher now
We're not the same, I'm a creature now
Came a long way from them Regals now
How he hop out of two seaters now?
That's what them bitches be sayin'
That's what them niggas be sayin'
But hate is an ugly trait
You want somethin' salty go shit in your hand
Shout out to Cap and his bitch
He got me whippin' my wrist in a Glad
Look like I'm whippin' my wrist in a Glad
All yellow Rollie, is piss on my hand
I never listen to man
God told me "give 'em the truth", I've just been spittin' the truth
That shit you're spittin' ain't true
I'm just a product, can prove
I'm somethin' ill in the booth
I'm known to kill in the booth, I'm known to spill in the booth
See I keep it better, I'll never talk to a pillar
And I cannot talk to these niggas, so
[Hook x2]
Trap House Stalkin lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Young Dolph & Cap 1)
[2 Chainz:]
Turn the whole block to Vietnam
Made some legal money, ran off on Uncle Sam
Every seven days I might smoke a quarter bag, bag, bag
Bad bitches in my picture
Take yo ho and fuck her on the low just like a whisper
Dom Perignon by the pitcher, I used to eat at Crystal's
Nah, I'm just lying, I used to meet at Crystal's
Duffle bag zippers, who the fuck gon' zip that bitch up?
Me and that bitch we gon' ride in the trunk
Cause the hood of the car is not in the front
I did it fo' them, no, I did it fo' me, so, they did it fo' them
And I like when that pussy go splash, so I told 'er let's go fo' a swim
[Young Dolph:]
Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch
She outside my traphouse stalkin'
I spoil all my clientele, and my little bitch, she spoiled rotten
Just fucked a 20k on good weed and designer shoppin'
Summer time, just made it, I'm thinkin' drop top Spider Rarri
Who there callin' my phone? If it ain't about money then I ain't talkin'
Pocket full of Franklins on me, I call that shit gangsta walkin'
Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch, she outside my traphouse stalkin'
I valet the coupe and Nieman Marcus, I went in and ate lunch
And say that we run the streets, I say we just give em what they want
Yup, give 'em that crack, make em come back
Just scraped these six figures out the road spent it on the set
Hmm, like LL, I'm in too deep with it
Little momma pussy so good, man, that I almost fell asleep in it
[Cap 1:]
Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch
She outside my traphouse stalkin'
Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch, she out my traphouse stalkin'
Panamera on the Forgies, I'm flossin', 458 with the horsie
I got that packet from Cali, I can break it down
And have everything gone by the mo'ning
Have the amigo pull up with 1000 meetings
I can run through yo city like Jordan
Nigga, my cousin, my women imported
Yo, bitch on my bumper, you can get extorted
I call my plug and I tell him bring me more
Don't worry bout me, worry bout where yo ho at
Nigga, yo bitch outside my traphouse skeetin'
Bitch outside, she stalkin'
285, just ride, smokin' precious, you trippin', I left that bitch walk in
I got these racks so big I can't fold it
I got yo bitch, yo shawty got ebola
We sellin' that coke, we no call it a come up
Makin' em G's, ya gotta stay 100
That precious gas pack, we smoke it and punch in
I don't do dinners, no movie, no nothin', no lunches, we fuckin'
And that's the end of that discussion
Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch
She outside my traphouse stalkin'
Granny lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Bankroll Fresh & PeeWee Longway)
[Bankroll Fresh:]
Granny came out like what the fuck going on
Everybody on the porch, everybody selling stone
Everyboy round here working, nigga Nextel chirpin'
[?] in 2004 you know back then they were serving
Back then they were working
Nigga [?]
Super charged' 442 man that motherfucker hard
T-Top foreign, buttons and all that
You can even found where we gon' stash and work hard at
[?]
Serving breakdown wanna be the man who serve flakes 'round
Used to want a 87' pro ham big brain super [?]
Know I want my shit mount
Know them rubberband count it
Know your bitch on my dick
And you know I'm selling ounces
Used to ride 78, to take the shit to Stone Mountain
Now I'm a street executive with street money
Nigga and I count it
Oh you niggas looking bad
Oh you niggas looking mad
Super charge on them motherfucker
Cam, got this bitch fast
Young nigga just left the dealer
I'm talking about paper tags
I'm talking about straight cash
Where you flickas, that's your bands
Nigga try to duck the van
Keep your eye on your man
The young nigga ridin' and wildin'
Murk your ass over Xans
Granny came out like what the fuck going on
Everybody on the porch, everybody selling stone
Everyboy round here working, nigga Nextel chirpin'
[?] in 2004 you know back then they were serving
Back then they were working
Nigga [?]
Super charged' 442 man that motherfucker hard
T-Top foreign, buttons and all that
You can even found where we gon' stash and work hard at
[2 Chainz:]
Bought a Maybach out of Pro Tools
Before that it was no rules
First one with Panamera, treat that bitch like a old school
First I got them burglar bars, then I got my shit together
When we was on section 8, I feel like I'd pay rent forever
Started off with triple zeros then I got me some Ziplocs
We ain't had no peep hole, open that bitch with a 6 shot
Pull up to the dealership, left that hit a tint shop
Left that and hit the jewelry store, left there with a wrist watch
Mama still watching Matlock, got the block on padlock
Used all my Gucci boxes, as motherfucking stash spots
What more can you ask for, 200 on the dashboard
Got a trap on fire, nigga, we was down a street from the airport
[Bankroll Fresh:]
Granny came out like what the fuck going on
Everybody on the porch, everybody selling stone
Everyboy round here working, nigga Nextel chirpin'
[?] in 2004 you know back then they were serving
Back then they were working
Nigga [?]
Super charged' 442 man that motherfucker hard
T-Top foreign, buttons and all that
You can even found where we gon' stash and work hard at
[PeeWee Longway:]
100 grams in my nutsack, had to tuck it from 12
Grinding on my Nextel, youngins slanging them bells
My uncle Joe the dope tester he heat the dope his fishscale
Back in the day I was rapping, the dope was shippin' through mail
2004 clientele, I drank my packs on the daily
OG smelling like piss and mattress, 2 for 5 for sale
I put Fochinis on my bunion, it's the key to my step
Ferragamo 'round my waist, I put handcuffs on myself
Fuck 12 pussy nigga, they can't find out where the stash at
Hundred gas bag, in the Audi hatchback
I started grinding, ain't got no where else to hide the cash at
Granny came home like what the fuck going on!??
[Bankroll Fresh:]
Granny came out like what the fuck going on
Everybody on the porch, everybody selling stone
Everyboy round here working, nigga Nextel chirpin'
[?] in 2004 you know back then they were serving
Back then they were working
Nigga [?]
Super charged' 442 man that motherfucker hard
T-Top foreign, buttons and all that
You can even found where we gon' stash and work hard at
Please Don't lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Skooly & Short Dawg)
[Skooly:]
Young nigga thuggin' for a reason, pro'ly cause it's all that they teach him
I come through killin' every season, pray they don't call the policeman
Please don't call the policeman, please don't call the policeman
Please don't call the policeman, please don't call the policeman
All I ever wanted was respect, young nigga thuggin' in the streets
Please don't call the detective, please don't call the police!
Please don't call the policeman, please don't call the policeman
Please don't call the police, please don't call the police
Wait, verse time, killin' these niggas, it's murk time
Puttin' these niggas in a hearse time
To my enemies, I done had worse times
Nigga, it's work time, put a pussy nigga in the dirt time
Really don't wanna see me work, son – pull back the curtain, woo
Why you do 'em like that? Boy you need to muhfuckin' stop that
Hangin' wit' the killers and I'm feelin' presidential
Big brother went and got the fuckin' drop head
Now I make a old bitch drop head, I'll make yo' bitch drop head
Put the pedal to the floor, now her panties on the floor
Nigga, I'll make yo' bitch drop that!
I smoke the most of the reefer, hangin' wit' Dos Cadenas
Made it rain, hurricane, give out that money like FEMA
Turn that lil bitch to Katrina, fuck up the money from features
Watch how a thug get a Beamer all from rappin' and singin'
Young nigga thuggin' for a reason, pro'ly cause it's all that they teach him
I come through killin' every season, pray they don't call the policeman
Please don't call the policeman, please don't call the policeman
Please don't call the policeman, please don't call the policeman
All I ever wanted was respect, young nigga thuggin' in the streets
Please don't call the detective, please don't call the police!
Please don't call the policeman, please don't call the policeman
Please don't call the police, please don't call the police
[Short Dawg:]
Really ate in these streets like a stray dog
Coupe wit' the roof you could take off, crew finna take off
Killin' these hoes if I pull up wit' tech
Cause the [?] will save y'all
Ended up hustlin', wanted to play ball
Got addicted to watchin' that lean drip
Now I step in the mall wit' a stack of new hundreds
Run through that blue cheese like it's wing dip
Most of my Locs be like "Fre$h, you too clean, Crip"
Don't work out that much but my jeans ripped
Class by myself like detention
Cause most of the niggas wife hoes I done seen strip
So I had to give these hoes
I had to give these hoes someone to pay
She pull up on me when she wantin' that pipe
Nigga, yo' crib is just somewhere to stay
All I had in the trap was a blunt and a K
(And) a bundle of yay
Most the fiends don't believe that I made a transition
They still call my number today
Extended the clips for them niggas who say they will rob me
It ain't hard to find me
If the proof's in the pudding then call me Bill Cosby
Or just ask my mama, it ain't no mistake that a
[Skooly:]
Young nigga thuggin' for a reason, pro'ly cause it's all that they teach him
I come through killin' every season, pray they don't call the policeman
Please don't call the policeman, please don't call the policeman
Please don't call the policeman, please don't call the policeman
All I ever wanted was respect, young nigga thuggin' in the streets
Please don't call the detective, please don't call the police!
Please don't call the policeman, please don't call the policeman
Please don't call the police, please don't call the police
Fuk U Pay Me lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Young Dolph)
[Young Dolph:]
Still driving these bitches crazy
Forever got a due to the fact that the streets made me
She asked can she hit the weed, I said "That's ok with me"
But I'm still screaming "Fuk u pay me"
Fuk u pay me
Fuk u pay me
Fuk u pay me
Fuk u pay me
Fuk u pay me
Fuk u pay me
I ain't be feeling like doing shit but counting paper lately
All of my bitches be wanting to have threesomes lately
[2 Chainz]
I'm in the back of the back when I back out
Wrapped like a man inside of a crack house
Everybody know I'm a fashionista
Trap jumping up like Stackhouse
Everybody know what that's about
Swag up to my forehead, Miami from a [?] day
Drinking lean on a moped
Inner shake down for some romance
Look me in the eyes like a grown man
Seen a girl from high school
Busting moves on a pole dance
Southside Atlanta shit
Might boss the world with some counterfeits
Tell a nigga it's sold out, killed the game #PaulBearer
I ain't packing for some more there
Long money, long hair
Long nose, leave you long gone
Stretch you out like a lawn chair
Fuk u pay me, kick your shit like Solange there
Comfortable like Hermès, drive a ho crazy #AirBags
[Young Dolph:]
Still driving these bitches crazy
Forever got a due to the fact that the streets made me
She asked can she hit the weed, I said "That's ok with me"
But I'm still screaming "Fuk u pay me"
Fuk u pay me
Fuk u pay me
Fuk u pay me
Fuk u pay me
Fuk u pay me
Fuk u pay me
I ain't be feeling like doing shit but counting paper lately
All of my bitches be wanting to have threesomes lately
You owe me mula, where's my guala?
You ain't got it? We got problems
Got to send my partner them shotters
I mean them shooters
In the club ordering bottles, strictly for the models
Throw a band's worth of Versace, get on one side on my closet
Fuck the shit out of little mama and drive her Looney Tunes
Play with me, I'll introduce you to the Gooney Tunes
These niggas trash, sweep them up, I need a broom
The bitch's nigga she ditched on us and then met me out the room
Showed up in that trench coat, caught butt naked like Robin Givens
Sexy pretty ass ghetto bitch straight from out Memphis
Scream out that droptop: "Fuk u pay me"
You better keep that Glock out, boy you know these streets shaded
Where the fuck you've been lately?
Still driving these bitches crazy
Forever got a due to the fact that the streets made me
She asked can she hit the weed, I said "That's ok with me"
But I'm still screaming "Fuk u pay me"
Fuk u pay me
Fuk u pay me
Fuk u pay me
Fuk u pay me
Fuk u pay me
Fuk u pay me
I ain't be feeling like doing shit but counting paper lately
All of my bitches be wanting to have threesomes lately
Keep It 100 lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Skooly, Short Dawg, Cap 1 & Kaleb)
[2 Chainz (Skooly):]
Pull on the vallet and look like wings on my shit
(Talking sideways put a beam on that shit)
Ain't no Activis so I lean on my bitch
[Skooly:]
I brought her with a bad bitch, I got her fiending for this
All that I need is a gun, I promise to keep it 100
The coupe ain't come with no keys, not when you spending 100
A nigga think this is a disease, can't even keep it a 100
I keep it a 100, my pocket look so with the cheese
How many niggas with me? I think it's a 100
[Short Dawg:]
Half of these rapper sucks, they nead a pacifier
Truth be told the other half are liars
[?] more will do in the foreign coupe
Rings on it like a appetizing
Got a life fresh where you've been
Nigga that's personal
I'm doing a verse more because the work is slow
Keeping it 100 like the purpose's goal
I'm authentic keep my car's tinted
Probably cause I got your broad in it
The way she walking got my palms itching
Money talks and mine is long-winded
The TRU up on my charm glisten
Got more oil in it than a car engine
Because niggas know I'm from the H town
So I'm coming down like a partition
[Cap 1:]
Making all of these fucking Gs
They can't even keep it 100
I got the trap bumping, nigga what you want?
Probably put in your order
I got them birds in the water, that's on my son and my daughter
I made a half from a quarter, I might hit this helling business
Nigga fleeping pigeons, bought a Rollie flood at the border
TRU thats la familia
I can make a phone call and I get rid of you
You can't have this bitch; I don't even consider her
We offin' them pounds like Jennifer nigga
The trap phone steady ringing
Money count and steady spinning
I just put a pound of Lenix
We got this shit from the tranches
[2 Chainz (Skooly):]
Pull on the vallet and look like wings on my shit
(Talking sideways put a beam on that shit)
Ain't no Activis so I lean on my bitch
[Skooly:]
I brought her with a bad bitch, I got her fiending for this
All that I need is a gun, I promise to keep it 100
The coupe ain't come with no keys, not when you spending 100
A nigga think this is a disease, can't even keep it a 100
I keep it a 100, my pocket look so with the cheese
How many niggas with me? I think it's a 100
[Skooly:]
Married to the game, need a ring out this bitch
I'm may go insane, I'm not the king to this shit
I'm a zombie, I want brain, I'll be feinding for this
Wooh, that shout never changed ain't no reason for it
Trying to get the lean out of my piss
Trying to get the Gs out my bitch
I had an uncle, used to smuggle, got 4 keys in this bitch
So many Gs in this bitch, but I'm not easy to spill
[?], I was the dope, I'm the lean in the seal
[Kaleb:]
When it was small faces, I was keeping it 100
Spend the 10s, 20s, 50s all I keep is the 100
My money here, don't come stop it because it [?] just like money
And my kilo like my car, yeah the Porsche do 200
I'm riding for all of my niggas, no car pull
Professionals with the music, we pros with the tools
How can I lose?
I came her with nothing, go nothing to lose
We out there, [?], got quality music so how can we shnooze?
Can't Tell Me Shyt lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Cap 1 & Skooly)
[Skooly:]
Same old bitches nigga... Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha... Wooo!
Same old females, same old females, same old females
Boy them same old females
Boy you know that they don't mean well
See I met her at Compound
And the next week I seen her at rehab
All these bitches know that I'm the shyt
Fuck it / Fucking can't tell me shyt
Bitch you can't tell me shyt
Nigga you can't tell me shyt
[2 Chainz:]
Came from the bottom, but I survived
And just for the pain, I take OxyContin
Gave my dawg a watch to pass the time
And she be in New York half the time
When I drop the top, you see ashes flying
Walked in Onyx, seen asses flying
She told me that her number was classified
I said bitch, you should ask for mine!
Sippin' margaritas in Miami with my mamacita
All-Star Game, she was in the bleachers
Every time I see her, I say nice to meet ya
Had it in the room girl, underneath her
[Skooly:]
Boy them same old females
Boy you know that they don't mean well
See I met her at Compound
And the next week I seen her at rehab
All these bitches know that I'm the shyt
Fuck it / Fucking can't tell me shyt
Bitch you can't tell me shyt
Nigga you can't tell me shyt
[Cap 1:]
Met her at Live on Sunday
She was in Atlanta on Monday
Club going up on a Tuesday
Told her she can get it how she want it
I ain't picky, I ain't got a type
I'm single, I ain't got a wife
But if I hit you with the slow-stroke
I bet that you gonna spend the night
I bet you find another flight because she just wanna love the life
Seen her out in Cali, man in Vegas she was at the fight
Sunday at the rehab, beat the pussy made her relapse
[Skooly:]
Boy them same old females
Boy you know that they don't mean well
See I met her at Compound
And the next week I seen her at rehab
All these bitches know that I'm the shyt
Fuck it / Fucking can't tell me shyt
Bitch you can't tell me shyt
Nigga you can't tell me shyt
Foreign lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Skooly)
[2 Chainz:]
Swipping and swapping the foreigns
Swipping and swapping the foreigns
You niggas cannot ignore it
I'm swippin' and swappin' the foreigns
Swipping and swapping the foreigns
Swipping and swapping the foreigns
Swipping and swapping the foreigns
Swipping and swapping the foreigns
I'm swipping and swapping the foreigns
Might go to church in some Jordans
I might go buy me a chopper
Then I'mma buy me a lawyer
I got a check from the barn
I got a neck full of bone
I got a neck full of Bentley
Maserati on my arm
I get that bread in the morning
Somebody pass the croissants
Somebody pass me a lighter
Somebody pass me a joint
I'm using my rap for intimidation
Using my gat for a demonstration
If my car ever got impounded
It would be locked up for illegal immigration
That's a small thing to a Godzilla
Got me more bars than a bartender
I met a car dealer, my car came with wine
And yours came with some malt liquor
Swipping and swapping the pack suit
I wish I had me some ack
The bitch that I'm with is foreign
On our first day I had took her to sex
Swipping and swapping the foreigns
Swipping and swapping the foreigns
You niggas cannot ignore it
I'm swippin' and swappin' the foreigns
Swipping and swapping the foreigns
Swipping and swapping the foreigns
Swipping and swapping the foreigns
Swipping and swapping the foreigns
[Skooly:]
Swipping and swapping the foreigns
Balenciaga performer
I think it's time for war
I might go battle in my armor
And if I kill you, it's karma
I will not tolerate shit
The youngin be thugging his own [?]
Advise you not to get hit
I do this shit for my momma
I been in this shit since pajamas
These niggas don't mean me no harm
You come any closer you're gonna need arms
I promise, because niggas ain't seeing me really
I ride the choppa to Denis
And they say the choppa be kissing
Don't play, you'll be left with the hickies
I beat up the bully
Hopped in the bed with a witch
Switch up on all of you niggas
My bitch is foreign
She always touring, she bored
Might have to switch up the foreign on bitches
Fucking with Chainz
Might gonna see me on tour-ling, nigga
He put them forgies on everythang
Even the spinner, goddamn!
[2 Chainz:]
Swipping and swapping the foreigns
Swipping and swapping the foreigns
You niggas cannot ignore it
I'm swippin' and swappin' the foreigns
Swipping and swapping the foreigns
Swipping and swapping the foreigns
Swipping and swapping the foreigns
Swipping and swapping the foreigns
Part 2 lyrics - 2 Chainz
Me and my niggas 'bout to fuck the city up
I dropped twenty bands early just to get the Bentley truck
We walked in the Blue Flame, there was like ten of us
They were calling my name, they were like, "Tity Boi"
We were trying to lay low like we had some tint on us
And me and Cap 1 looked like we got ten on us
We don't have to rent no bus, we don't have to rent no tux
I know things was slowing down, but now things are picking up
You ain't whip a brick enough, your old girl ain't thick enough
And if you ain't got a mill in cash, you ain't rich enough
All these niggas switching up, all these niggas bitching up
Even if they was drowning, they know not to reach at us
Trying to make a speaker bust, riding in a diesel truck
Teachers tried to preach at us, but they wasn't deep enough
Only thing you had for dinner was a blunt and Pizza Hut
Only thing you had for dessert was a fucking Reese's cup
See, I'm the Dean of The Real U
My girl working at the spot said she don't feel you
I wanna fuck her and I want her, too
I need pussy rehab, nigga, what about you?
Pussy rehab, pussy rehab
Pussy rehab, pussy rehab
This is part two and I can't go no further
Until Gucci come home and put a verse up on this motherfucker
I'm out
Xanny lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Cap 1 & Skooly)
[2 Chainz:]
First I get some money, then I pop a tag
First I get some money, then I pop them tags
If I can't sleep, Imma pop a xan
Then I get some money, Imma pop them bands
Ok I done figured it out, I know what you niggas about
We slanging narcotics, you know that we got it
There's never ever a drought
My partner just did a whole decade
I just put the beam on the AK
I jumped in the air fuck what you usin' young nigga
I'm busting, you ducking and moving
She sucking and fucking, I do it
I do it, I do it, I do it
Put that bitch right on the wood
I'm taking it back like a starter
They busting like mortar, they busting the hollow
She model, she swallow
That sperm like it's water
Everything on Forgiatos
You knowing I'm getting it like no tomorrow
Got 50 niggas from Chicago ready to crack your taco
Whip a brick like I whip an auto
Just made a juug at McDonalds
Just bought me ten cars, no car note
Only thing I dodge is potholes, clap bitch your ass with no bravo
First I get some money, then I pop a tag
First I get some money, then I pop them tags
If I can't sleep, Imma pop a xan
Then I get some money, Imma pop them bands
[Skooly:]
Fifteen, suddenly I want to sing
Sixteen, fucking hoes, selling drink
I started sipping, got addicted just like nicotine
Such a fiend, not just for lean, for these fucking B's
Although I lean, I smoke Irene like I've got a disease
Oh yeah I rap and sing, don't you know I rap and sing
And in my hood and what I've seen
You probably wouldn't last a week
And in my hood the good never outweigh the bad
Don't be mad at me
Somebody call the pastor please, a young nigga killing shit
Young nigga killing shit
She want to hear me sing like Marvin
I turn the bitch gay no Marvin
And I'll probably leave a bitch starving
Cause I really do be illin' though
When I get to flowing I can't stop going
A young nigga poppin' like I got dropped on the skillet
[2 Chainz:]
First I get some money, then I pop a tag
First I get some money, then I pop them tags
If I can't sleep, Imma pop a xan
Then I get some money, Imma pop them bands
[Cap 1:]
First I get this money, then I pop them bands
Shawty say she want to pop the pussy
I'm just blowing money like a fan
Got them gold bar shoes cost a band
Got the molly and I sell it by the gram
Got some bitches that's for it, niggas steady getting naked
I done fell asleep when I was on a Xan
Imma treat her like a dog, I'm a dog
In the kitchen water whipping with the fork
In the club tryna order 100 bottles
I done came a long way from that Impala
So I'm balling like I've never seen tomorrow
Shawty want to hit me in the head like a boxer
Niggas ain't real, they imposters
I'm just sitting back eating pasta
I just ordered shrimp with the lobster
Fucking up the [?] in the mall, popping tags
One call put them killers on your ass
Got gas, need 34 hundred for the bag
Mason Margiellas and the PIPs
When I pull out that weed I say I'm outcha league
Got them foreign vehicles that don't take a key
Bitches on my line, I can't get no sleep
[2 Chainz:]
First I get some money, then I pop a tag
First I get some money, then I pop them tags
If I can't sleep, Imma pop a xan
Then I get some money, Imma pop them bands
Bird Bath lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Cap 1)
Birds in the water
I drop them birds in the water
I drop them birds in the water
Hit me with ice and the soda
I drop them birds in the water
I drop them birds in the water
I got 4 pots on the stove
Cooking up everyone's order
Watch me go Rippa the ripper
Watch me flex up when they check up
Watch me go hooka that cook-up
Look like I'm up cookin' breakfast
I drop them birds in the water
I drop them birds in the water
I got 4 pots on the stove
Cooking up everyone's order
I drop them birds in the water
Soak them in like I bathe em
Mucho murder with the coka
Nigga, we move like the navy
I drop them birds in the water
I'm bout to whip me some ovas [?]
Cooking her like Benihana
My bitch bout to bring me some soda
I drop them birds in the water
Watch me flex up when I check up
Pull up in them brand new Rovers
I got the shit from the extras
Got my momma straight and bought me a house
Got all my bitches a whip and necklace
Pussy nigga, keep my name out your mouth
Before all my niggas get reckless
And pull out popping, all loaded, infected
223 and popping .40 vendetta
My migo wanna weigh that money on schedule
The yayo white and then the cloud leads to heavens
Freaking like a reverend when I'm on the medic
Canned and bought that bird in the pocket
That's fresh as hell
LA fitness with the punk hell aesthetics
Then they disappear like it's magicary
Eat the part I got
Birds in the water
I drop them birds in the water
I drop them birds in the water
Hit me with ice and the soda
I drop them birds in the water
I drop them birds in the water
I got 4 pots on the stove
Cooking up everyone's order
[Cap 1:]
I drop them birds in the water
I take them shits out the plastic
I make them shit do pilates
Then make the bitch do gymnastics
Wearing Versace, spending money with mommy
Nigga, my bitch she the baddest
She tell me Uncle Savi papi you got it
Make us feel [?] like we the last
So while we better tell these niggas about it
I run with the hitters
The dealers, the flippers, the niggas that'll run a white man kicking
Sipping on that money water got these bitches popping Xan
And takin' shots with the liquor
In the kitchen water with me taking back the fish
And fuckin' up the possy and dishery
Hit the stove and put em birds in the water
Serving up everyoneg order
I got some more on the way
That strongest touch from California
Break it down and bag it up into quarters
I got a room full of pigeons
Nelly Furtado when the avocado keep a nigga busy
My phone steady jugging
I break it down
Birds in the water
I drop them birds in the water
I drop them birds in the water
Hit me with ice and the soda
I drop them birds in the water
I drop them birds in the water
I got 4 pots on the stove
Cooking up everyone's order
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