Watch Out lyrics - 2 Chainz

Yo, okay

All my niggas with me

All my niggas with it

All my niggas ballin'

All my niggas athletic

All my niggas A1

All got street cred

All my niggas ballin'

All my niggas athletic

Pulled up in a Phantom

Pulled off with a dancer

Got a pocket full of money

Kinda hard to keep my pants up

Nigga tryna run them bands up

Fuck a bitch with my hands up

Lil Quay fuck the Xans up

Kinda hard to understand her

Duffle bags in the Escalade

Call the bitch, there a bread truck

Got the bitch going retarded

Call Uber for a spare truck

All these niggas never scared us

All these niggas never ran up

Bitch tryna put the head on me

Niggas tryna put the feds on me!

Niggas tryna take meds on me

Everything for the players only

Niggas sunny like Arizona

Gunshots just for sayin' something

Spraying shit like aerosol

You a foul and that's a fair ball

Nigga can't reach the goals

Keep shootin' them damn air balls

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch

Uh, watch out, lil bitch

You getting mad

I'm getting rich!

You getting mad

And I'm getting rich!

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch (Stiff arm)

Hey, watch out, lil bitch

You getting mad

I'm getting rich

You getting mad

Bitch, I'm getting rich

Watch out, lil ho

My partners still smoke on parole

They say that I'm crazy

I used to talk to a stove

I tell it to lock, shit, I tell it a lot

Go to the dealership, fishtail off the lot

You know I'm comin' straight out the block

You know I'm comin' straight of the top

Shawty said she want 5 million

'Cause I told her to leave and called her a thot

Shit, you can like it or not, damn

I'm comin' straight out the pot

Still got some Act' in my stock

Nigga I ain't gotta lie

Nigga I ain't gotta try

You wavin' that thing in the sky?

We wavin' that thing at your body

We wavin' that thing at your eye!

Look at the watch on my wrist

Got 'em all watchin' my wrist

Told that lil bitch I'll pass

Nigga watch the assist

I run the trap like the marathon

You niggas softer than silicone

You know what it's like when the feelin' gone

I know what it's like when the ceilin' gone

I had a sit down with Farrakhan

Turn the White House to the Terrordome

I used to serve at the Chevron

I used to serve with my necklace on, bitch!

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch

Uh, watch out, lil bitch

You getting mad

I'm getting rich

You getting mad

And I'm getting rich

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch

(Stiff arm)

Hey, watch out, lil bitch

You getting mad

I'm getting rich

You getting mad

Bitch, I'm getting rich