Get Out The Bed lyrics - 2 Chainz
Uh let me get a caesar salad, please, with croutons and codeine dressing, and a diet codeine. On a codeine diet. I get all that shit, I get back on that shit
When I get out the bed, I grind, I hustle
Get out the bed and grind and hustle
Get out the bed and grind and hustle
Get out the bed and grind and hustle
Did it before and I'll do it again
Did it before, I'ma do it again
Did it before, I'ma do it again
Do it again
Been 'posed to stop drinkin'
Pocket full of Ben Franklins
Y'all niggas been hatin'
Balmain mixtape
Surround the booth with yellow tape
Zip the kush then meditate
Your ladder straight, you featherweight
You heavyweight, it's Saturday
Gladiator, tell your neighbor
Gun on table, Buick LeSabre
Do you now, do you later
Dice game, pool table
Two flavors, too anxious
Got to kill these niggas
I don't feel these niggas
Them some stealin' niggas
Them lil' bitty niggas
On Peter St. at my buildin'
Nigga, Keisha's daycare was half a million, nigga
Get out the bed and grind and hustle
Get out the bed and grind and hustle
Get out the bed and grind and hustle
Get out the bed and grind and hustle
Did it before and I'll do it again
Did it before, I'ma do it again
Did it before, I'ma do it again
Did it before
Fell off, came up
Fell off, came back up
Pulled a doolie in Magic parkin' lot
Came back up
Go to the door, don't get searched
Don't have to pay
Walk in, get ones, order wings
Nigga, this the A
AP, Hublot, Patek, Rollie, gold teeth
Niggas stealin' so much sauce
Them niggas damn near stole me
They stole the swag and they stole my license
You don't know about my sacrifices
Today I worked out on my triceps
Bought a room just to shoot dice in
Whip same color Cicely Tyson
Smokin' gas one of my original vices
Made a mil' off my phone devices
Listen to your own advices
I'm laid up, but I'm prayed up
You a handful, you a A cup
Might rock a jersey and a Jacob
Y'all young niggas need to wake up
Get out the bed and grind and hustle
Get out the bed and grind and hustle
Get out the bed and grind and hustle
Get out the bed and grind and hustle
Did it before and I'll do it again
Did it before, I'ma do it again
Did it before, I'ma do it again
Did it before
Ghetto lyrics - 2 Chainz
Excuse me, excuse me
I'm ghetto, excuse me
I'm ghetto, excuse me
I'm ghetto, excuse me
I'm ghetto, excuse me
I'm ghetto, excuse me
I'm ghetto, excuse me
My life is a movie
Yeah, I came from the mud
Came from the bottom
Spot 'em, I got 'em
I bought a bandana for 600 dollars
Mr. Miyagi
I like that pussy real soggy
I bought her noodles and sake
Favorite meal used to be chocolate
I used to stay with my cousins
Heat the house up with the oven
Airport tried to make us move without payin' us
We told 'em we ain't budgin'
We stole our cable from next door
It was still a finesse though
I'm still here, where the rest go?
This right here manifesto
I got some gold on my front tooth
And my hair grow like it's kudzu
Told her take a hike like hut two
I was raised by the Huxtables
I was raised in apartments
Right up under that yellow light
Right on top of that bando
Stand on the couch when I feel like, yeah!
I'm ghetto, excuse me
I'm ghetto, excuse me
Yeah, I'm ghetto, excuse me
Can't make no excuses
I'm ghetto, excuse me
I'm ghetto, excuse me
I'm ghetto, excuse me
My life is a movie
I'm ghetto, excuse me
Please accept my apologies
This a biography
See through you niggas like radio-ology
Yeah, I'm ghetto, excuse me
I dip my bread in the Kool-Aid
My partner wrecked the new car
He only had that bitch two days
When you was rockin' the new Js
I was servin' some new Js
Went to the prom in a J car
He had just bought a new Mustang
Now I walked around with a digi scale
Paraphernalia in fingernails
Yeah you did dirt, but you finna tell
I used to get 20 of 'em in the mail, yeah!
I'm ghetto, excuse me
I'm ghetto, excuse me
Yeah, I'm ghetto, excuse me
Can't make no excuses
I'm ghetto, excuse me
I'm ghetto, excuse me
I'm ghetto, excuse me
My life is a movie
I put hot sauce on my tater chips
The fact I said tater chips
Back on that crazy shit
Me and Ruth Chris, we got a relationship
Yeah I'm ghetto as fuck
I told 'em I got that strong
Tell 'em meet me up the street
For Christmas I want me a stove
For Christmas I want me a scale
For Christmas I want me some sandwich bags
If I go to the hospital
Better put rims on the ambulance
Better put lean in my IV
Nurse better have double Ds
Rest in peace to Double D
I'm from the ghetto, we a hundred deep
I'm ghetto, excuse me
I'm ghetto, excuse me
Yeah, I'm ghetto, excuse me
Can't make no excuses
I'm ghetto, excuse me
I'm ghetto, excuse me
I'm ghetto, excuse me
My life is a movie
You know, as kids we don't choose where we grow up at. You know, it's a living arrangement, it's a living situation. You know, but I'm thankful for everything that I've been through, for every seed that's been planted. You know, everything that grew on me. You dig what I'm sayin'? I come from that. I'm goin' this way, though. You dig what I'm sayin'? Yeah, straight up, a ghetto child, though, man. Super duper blessed, man, super duper blessed. Really anointed, anointed by the Lord so you know, I'm supposed to be here, you know what I'm sayin'? But excuse me, please, excuse me. I'm tryna go that way... that way
Ounces Back lyrics - 2 Chainz
I told her bounce it back
I told her ounces back
I told her bounce it back
You been sellin' drugs for years
Ain't got a bird, nigga
You been sellin' weed, nigga
You ain't a plug, nigga
You know I'm different from them
I'm from a different cloth
I got a nina ross
9th grade, gettin' paid
Sunshine, no shade
All day, errday
Southwest Atlanta, A
Okay
Let me start, nigga
Apartment baby, I can't deny
Transparent, see through it, I like it then I buy
Seen through you niggas like Ziplocs
Gucci be all on my flip flops
Had me more white than a avalanche
I put that gas in a turkey bag
I told her ounces back
I told her bounce it back
I told her ounces back
I told her bounce it back
You been sellin' drugs for years
Ain't got a bird, nigga
You been sellin' weed, nigga
You ain't a plug, nigga
I'm back to my condo on Jupiter
You must have forgot I had it
You already know what I'm mad at
I'm wearin' Hermes as a habit
And I got that hat and the rabbit
So now that we got it established
Who want a gunfight?
Slung it from left right
Back on my bullshit, it ain't nothin' nice
Ain't sacrifice, went Saks twice
That's how I feel, young nigga, yoooooung
Okay, I'm back... where they at?
Yo, Skooly, my nigga
What we gon' do on these niggas?
Rockin' Medusa on niggas
Quality tru
My cousin coolin', meant to say... my bousin boolin'
Goat had them units, Goat had that cookie
I had a plug on it, I brought the kush in
See I wanna rub on it, I miss that pussy
And I'll beat that pussy, friendly reminder
Don't let me find you, I creep up behind you
I give you the Heimlich, you think it's the Heimlich
Then I'ma G5 it, just switched the climate
And this is Bvlgari, and no I'm not sorry
I'ma get married at Benihana's, have the reception at Follie's
I told her ounces back
I told her bounce it back
I told her ounces back
I told her bounce it back
You been sellin' drugs for years
Ain't got a bird, nigga
You been sellin' weed, nigga
You ain't a plug, nigga
I told her ounces back
I told her bounce it back
I told her ounces back
I told her bounce it back
You been sellin' drugs for years
Ain't got a bird, nigga
You been sellin' weed, nigga
You ain't a plug, nigga
Chirp lyrics - 2 Chainz
Yeah man, you know
I just gotta get this shit off my chest, I do, I do
I'm tired of it, I'm sayin' this shit all the time
Like niggas takin' the style, niggas takin' everything a nigga do
I'm 'bout to get an alarm for my shit
Nigga get close to my shit, I'm puttin' a chirp on that shit
Shit gon' go off on niggas
Brr brr! You dig what I'm sayin'?
Try to take my style, nigga, brr brr
Try to take my bitch, nigga, brr brr
Damn, try to take my swag, nigga, brr brr
Yeah, try to take my bag, nigga, brr brr
Yeah, try to hit my gas, nigga, brr brr
Thumbin' through the cash, nigga, brr brr
Thousand dollar pants, nigga, brr brr
Shit, try to take my dance, nigga, brr brr
I got Bloods in Savannah
I got Crips on Old National
On your ho like a fashion
Pinky ring on Alaska
Illest nigga in Nebraska
Nigga fake like wrastlin'
Got cash or plastic
Big cash, cappin'
Six Flags, lotta rides
Turn the beat to a homicide
Microphone look mortified
Lyrical bullets is a .45
I'm doin' 75 on the 75
85 off of 85
200 on 285
None of my cars take 89
Down to get money any time
Life a bitch with no panty line
Us versus the other squad
Stash spot is my boxer shorts
Just stickin' to the protocol
Weed smellin' like underarm
Turn you suckers into bubblegum
Try to take my style, nigga, brr brr
Try to take my bitch, nigga, brr brr
Damn, try to take my swag, nigga, brr brr
Yeah, try to take my bag, nigga, brr brr
Yeah, try to hit my gas, nigga, brr brr
Thumbin' through the cash, nigga, brr brr
Thousand dollar pants, nigga, brr brr
Shit, try to take my dance, nigga, brr brr
I just might stand on the car
Stand on the wall
Logos on my bag
Logo on my scarf
Yeah I met her tonight
Fuck her tomorrow
You know how we are
You know who we are
Yeah the trap is my workplace
You know I came from a hurt place
Had to reverse it to first place
To father, hustler in first place
And I said word for word
I usually smoke at work
I either smirk or flirt
Took it from hard to vert
I got some word to off
Them bitches bumpin' soft
Young niggas stealin' sauce
I'm tryna drill 'em off
I'm tryna kill this off
I bring the women out
I'm 'bout to build a house
Then I'ma rent it out, woah!
Try to take my style, nigga, brr brr
Try to take my bitch, nigga, brr brr
Damn, try to take my swag, nigga, brr brr
Yeah, try to take my bag, nigga, brr brr
Yeah, try to hit my gas, nigga, brr brr
Thumbin' through the cash, nigga, brr brr
Thousand dollar pants, nigga, brr brr
Shit, try to take my dance, nigga, brr brr
You already know that's me though, stay drenched
Every time you see me, I'm drenched
I'm the freshest nigga in the room, you dig what I'm sayin'?
I'm soaked, uh
We gon' need some wet floor signs in here, people, please
It's the drench god, we don't want nobody to fall
Slip up on this sauce, mane
Kilo lyrics - 2 Chainz
I'm walkin' like I got a kilo
Walkin' like I got a kilo, walkin' like a kilo
Pinky ring minus 30 below
And the dope man is my fuckin' hero
Walkin' like I got a kilo
I'm walkin' like I got a kilo, I'm walkin' like a kilo
Pinky ring minus 30 below
And the dope man is my fuckin' hero
I come in this bitch so fast, let me slow up on niggas
I fuckin' that bitch with the ass, and she hold up on niggas
You know that I'm drinkin', I pour up on niggas
My style, and just like I throw up on niggas
I don't fuck with niggas especially a ho nigga
VIP, I pour Moët on niggas, ayy
Triple beam to a digital scale, I got work in the mail
Clientele, I need a tractor trailer and a Ms Griselda
And I ain't into failure, and I don't even know what to tell you
I ain't got no work to sell you
I got hope to sell you, got me a boat to sail in
Ain't no joke like Rakim
Got the trap house rockin', you ain't get that shit
I got me a half, that's a split when I flip it
And whip it 'til I get me 36s
I get it, I got it, I'm slangin' narcotics
I sold dope in college, I'm semi psychotic
Might put the semi on niggas
Never keep bricks in mi casa
I'm walkin' like I got a kilo
Walkin' like I got a kilo, walkin' like a kilo
Pinky ring minus 30 below
And the dope man is my fuckin' hero
Walkin' like I got a kilo
I'm walkin' like I got a kilo, I'm walkin' like a kilo
Pinky ring minus 30 below
And the dope man is my fuckin' hero
I do this shit for the A
Y'all get the fuck out my way
I bought a car just to race it
I pass the car just to chase it
This is a standing ovation
The trap was my standin' __cpLocation
Hit the strip club in the day shift
Give a lil' bitch a donation
Fresh to my bootlaces
I just beat me a few cases
I just told myself
"Self, I need me a new bracelet"
Who the fakest? You the fakest
Lose or take it, rule to bacon, rude awaken
You forsaken, you replacement
Got me a jacuzzi in the basement
If it was a real nigga party
You couldn't get an invitation
You niggas is basic, you bitches is basic
I'm fuckin' two hoes in two different __cpLocations
You sittin' adjacent, you need a rotation
You need a quotation
Oh my medulla is mula
That pussy so close I can taste it
I'm walkin' like I got a kilo
Walkin' like I got a kilo, walkin' like a kilo
Pinky ring minus 30 below
And the dope man is my fuckin' hero
Walkin' like I got a kilo
I'm walkin' like I got a kilo, I'm walkin' like a kilo
Pinky ring minus 30 below
And the dope man is my fuckin' hero
Big Amount lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Drake)
[2 Chainz:]
I'ma tell you, I'ma tell you this right now
If you, if you woke up this mornin', nigga you winnin' for real
(Buddah Bless this beat)
I got a big amount, I took a different route
I am the pick of the litter
I was in juvy, they gave me community
I had to pick up some litter
I want it easy, please do not tease me
I wore my Yeezys to dinner
This is the season, I got the seasonin'
Don't make me sprinkle you niggas
I got my reasons, you wanna please me
Send me the pussy, not pictures
Met her this week and fucked her this evenin'
She turn a freak on the liquor
Yeah, I am a boss on these bitches
Yeah, I pour some Voss on these bitches
Yeah, I have no thoughts on these bitches
Yeah, rock double-cross on these bitches, yeah
Dearly departed, gather today
On some Prince shit
You know what they say
Me and my safe, got a friendship
Ten on me, thin weight, flip weight, gettin' paid
Gettin' laid
Bitch made, took off sick days
6 trey, 6-4 bounce, bitch, bounce
Hood nigga, favorite spot was the Waffle House
Patty melt with the hash browns
Tryna avoid all the pat-downs
Tryna avoid all the lame hoes
Weirdos in the background
Blackout when I back out
Blow the horn for a pedestrian
Shawty ride like an equestrian
I bought the dress that she in
Red bottoms in his and hers
Got a Rollie in his and hers
Got a car in his and hers
Walk in the zoo and say, "Pick a fur"
Last night was a blur to me
This mornin' I got two with me
I don't know what to do with me
Goin' ape like the zoo with me
Got a tool with the screw missin'
Two girls in the pool kissin'
Everywhere I go, the rod with me
'Cause these niggas actin' too fishy
[Drake:]
Fuck y'all niggas on, man?
Duffle bag forever
Just left V Live
Atlanta could never die as long as Tit alive
Yeah
Look, I got a big amount
I think I'm the biggest out
Got hits and I ain't even put 'em out
Lit and you can't even put it out
Got the Billboard melodies
Rap is somethin' I do on the side
Crossed over to the other side
And I didn't even have to die
Got the money and I never show it
Let a nigga try to play heroic
Michael Jackson talkin' to me in my dreams
And he say, "You bad and you know it"
Better shamone with my check then
I'm a J. Prince investment
Niggas love to talk reckless
Then see me like best friends
Got the sand-colored FN
And I've never seen the inside of a Marriott or a Westin
Five stars, nothin' less than
Fuck niggas on your payroll
And you let 'em know the safe code
And you knew him for a month though
But you call them niggas big bro
You could move in the Hidden Hills
And we still don't live by the same code
I'm respected everywhere I go
Nigga, long live Bankroll
Skip the rainbow, funny style shit
And it's straight to the pot of gold
Somebody, everybody know
6 God with the god flow
Yeah, yeah
You In Luv Wit Her lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. YFN Lucci)
[2 Chainz:]
About to roll some more of this shit too
I got the boy Lucci with me
We might come in there and take, all the hoes
Like I could rob, like, everybody there
That Chanel shit, I like that
Got your own ride, I like that
Got your mind right, I like that
In a fantasy world, I'd wife that
At the blue flame with 2 chains on
8 rings on, maintain home
Got pulled over on the way home
Used to make juugs off the payphone
Left mama's crib with a thousand Nikes
Niggas know I had a thousand wifeys
Hood nigga, had a thousand vices
Hit Benihanas for a thousand rices
Garlic butter with the yum yum
You know the south side where I come from
Hit the dealership with a lump sum
Make her pump the gas with her pumps on
With some pom poms, that's Don Juan
Don Julio, trap house needs cuticles
Trap house need a studio
Trap house need a new sofa
These young niggas keep fuckin' on it
I do this shit so big I can get Puffy on it
[YFN Lucci:]
I can tell you in love with her
Tell you in love with her
Yeah you can tell I'm just fuckin' her
Don't you tell that I'm fuckin' her
Yeah you can tell you be cuffin' her
Steady cuffin' her while I be fuckin' her
Yeah you be cuffin' her while I be fuckin' her
Yeah
Meanwhile I was gettin' head with my chain on
Drophead, yeah the brain gone
Plain Jane on, gettin' rained on
No time to complain, homes
Know I'm tired, took a plane home
Know my cars and everything on
Know that I murder everything I'm on
I ain't even gotta say I'm on
Yeah I smoke good, paper long
Paper good, wish you would twist the wood
Grip the wood, grip it good
Go and juug, get the good, split the goods
Get the guns, split the guns, flip the guns
Yeah, yeah, uh
We gon' take a nigga's bitch
Take a nigga's bitch, make a nigga sick
Fucked her like my bitch
I'ma fuck her like my bitch
Make a nigga sick
Take a nigga's bitch, fuck her like my bitch
I can tell you in love with that bitch
I can tell you in love with her
Tell you in love with her
Yeah you can tell I'm just fuckin' her
Don't you tell that I'm fuckin' her
Yeah you can tell you be cuffin' her
Steady cuffin' her while I be fuckin' her
Yeah you be cuffin' her while I be fuckin' her
Yeah
[2 Chainz:]
Downstairs at the Fontainebleau
Pour a deuce in a Mountain Dew
Did everything that I had to do
Used to blaze like Moreland Avenue
If you tryna sell me that pussy then you a prostitute, cool!
I'm a back massage and a good head connoisseur, truuuu!
I'm speedin' down left lanes
Goyard belt gang
Then important text came
She wanna play them sex games
I'm up for that and I'm undefeated
She undeniable underneath me
She told me that I can take the pussy
Just take it easy
Celine bag when she came to see me
Had sex with my watch on, knock her rocks off
Ride around with the top off
Like hot sauce, drop off
Cartier wristwear, it don't come off, yeah
I still got her suckin' dick while she cottonmouth, yeah
[YFN Lucci:]
I can tell you in love with her
Tell you in love with her
Yeah you can tell I'm just fuckin' her
Don't you tell that I'm fuckin' her
Yeah you can tell you be cuffin' her
Steady cuffin' her while I be fuckin' her
Yeah you be cuffin' her while I be fuckin' her
Yeah
Blessing lyrics - 2 Chainz
Yah! Tru
I'm a blessing, I'm a blessing
I'm a blessing, I'm a blessing
If I know you, I'ma bless you
You my folks, I'ma bless you
If I love you, I'ma bless you
If I trust you, it's a blessing
If you flexin', then it's a blessing
And if they test you, then it's a blessing
When I'm alone in my room, sometimes it look like the mall
In the back of my mind, I ball harder than y'all
I used to have an old school that I sat on some dubs
For the first time in my life, mama knew I sold drugs
There it was, hustlin' across the way
Went in on my first ounce with Big Shay
AG had orange, DC had white
Lil cuz got murked, you ain't seen that life
I done bought at least two chains more than twice
Count money from the night 'til the mornin' light
Had a convo with God, I told him, "Thank you, Lord
Cause everything that I've got, I'd like to thank you for"
I'm a blessing, I'm a blessing
I'm a blessing, I'm a blessing
If I know you, I'ma bless you
You my folks, I'ma bless you
If I love you, I'ma bless you
If I trust you, it's a blessing
If you flexin', it's a blessing
And if they test you, it's a blessing
My partner bought so much pussy, man they gave that boy a discount
Hold up, wait a minute, ho I think I got a miscount
I've been runnin' through them rubber bands all day, ho
I've been runnin' through them rubber bands, I got pesos
I just dropped the top on the whip, I'm in fuego
I just poured a 4 in a mothafuckin' Faygo
Diamonds on my teeth, lick the clit, now it's shinin'
Ate a caesar salad, I dropped carats in my salad
Pinky ring, water wrist, water neck, frigid, yeah
Glasses vintage, car vintage, I'm about to get it, yeah
Pocket full of money, nothin' less than a 50, yeah
Smokin' on a zip, nothin' less than a hippy, yeah
I'm a blessing, I'm a blessing
I'm a blessing, I'm a blessing
If I know you, I'ma bless you
You my folks, I'ma bless you
If I love you, I'ma bless you
If I trust you, it's a blessing
If you flexin', it's a blessing
And if they test you, it's a blessing, yeah
I'm a blessing, I'm a blessing
I'm a blessing, I'm a blessing
If I know you, I'ma bless you
You my folks, I'ma bless you, yah, tru!
I'm a blessing, I'm a blessing
I'm a blessing, I'm a blessing
1 Yeezy Boot lyrics - 2 Chainz
Gon' make me take a shot of, gon' make me take a shot of apple Crown. Ain't no apple Crown? Uh Cap, that's all Cap
I'ma talk that shit them niggas wanna hear
Yeah, nigga drinkin' lean like he drinkin' beer
Told him one time, it was our year
That was last year... now the cash here
One Yeezy Boost, one Yeezy boot
How a nigga do, jumpin' out the roof
Need a parachute, got a pair of coupes
Yeah the paramedics gon' have to carry you
I drop two verses, they on god level
One goin' state, one goin' federal
I get so busy, don't know what to tell you
Man I had to put love somewhere on my schedule
Ain't no time for that
I had to grind for that
I got the diamonds check
You gon' rewind it back
Nigga I'm so fly, I got the pilot back
.44 Bulldog, I'm tryna find a vet
From head to toe, I'm wearin' designer hats
If not, I'm somewhere tryin' on a designer hat
One Rolex, one AP
One black and white, one HD
One Yeezy Boost, one Yeezy boot
How a nigga do, jumpin' out the roof
Need a parachute, got a pair of coupes
Yeah the paramedics gon' have to carry you
One Yeezy Boost, one Yeezy boot
How a nigga do, jumpin' out the roof
Need a parachute, got a pair of coupes
Yeah the paramedics gon' have to carry you
Got my joint filled, with the real killa
Where I come from, my bedroom was real little
Now I'm mansion status, in my apparatus
When they bring my check, I start cabbage patchin'
What's cappin', captain? Around the mat relaxin'
When she look down, I know that's chain reaction
I done been through it, I got a pain reaction
Introduce me to your nigga, I had a lame reaction
Had me all itchin' and shit
I come through on the blitz, I had the shoe with the kit
I got an ink on my body, made the drophead do karate
If I was in a dunk contest, I would jump over Ferrari
One Yeezy Boost, one Yeezy boot
How a nigga do, jumpin' out the roof
Need a parachute, got a pair of coupes
Yeah the paramedics gon' have to carry you
One Yeezy Boost, one Yeezy boot
How a nigga do, jumpin' out the roof
Need a parachute, got a pair of coupes
Yeah the paramedics gon' have to carry you
Yeah the paramedics gon' have to carry you
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