Saturday Night lyrics - 2 Chainz
Y'all niggas lame for that, y'all niggas lame for that
Shoot a man in his back, should be ashamed of that
Young niggas banging back, young nigga banging back
Then we gon' fade to black then we gon' fade to black
I left the crib walking, drove a Mercedes back
You wasn't blessed with ambition so who you gon blame for that
Tried to get off the Act, still didn't know how to act
Still pull up in the back, sit my ass right in the back
Tell my driver when he open my door to take off his hat
Double saran everything so that you know its a wrap
Double salute anybody that made it out the trap
Some of y'all probably still owe me from back
In the back in the back in the back in the back
I had that work right in front of me fuck all you niggas you wannabes
Most of you niggas is under mes, I'ma give ya ass some to see
My car don't have car keys, my crib got palm trees
Pussy smell like sardine you, need to get up of my lawn please
This a real nigga conversation, real nigga demonstration real niggas
No Cristal or Hilfigers, a bunch of ignorant lil' niggas
A bunch of red young tenders, dark skin queens, Puerto Rican princess's
Scratch my hand my palms itching, hit the dope start twitching
This a new kinda kitchen, marble countertops, see through fridge
3 thousand for the microwave, touchscreen stove lil bitch!
Please don't make me relapse, make me start back trappin
Everybody in the city, saying that boy Tity done started back snapping
I hit the trap today, I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
Tell her let's go have a bite, tell her let's go have a bite
I hit the trap today, I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
Treat every night like it's Saturday night, like it's Saturday night, yeah
I sat in the trap no one cooked at night, I treat my third strike like its Kryptonite
I stopped serving sacks over qualified, have you ever seen a homicide?
Have you ever seen ya partna die? Have you ever been traumatized
Even at graduation I had a bookbag full of yams, tryna multiply
Enough of the negative actions, I got my paycheck off passion
I'm wearing 4 bracelets for fashion, don't think its a race when I pass you
Stop talking that mafia shit, you never met Meech, J-bo or Illz
Luda charged me just to dip, was there when Chaka was swung on by Tip
I'm like oh shit we goon tear up this bitch, pull out a stick when you put up your fist
I'm like these niggas done fucked up my fit, funny how heaven and hell co exist
Funny how life can put you in the mix, I sold the pounds and go hustle the bricks
I booked studio with the trap money, Lil Wayne used to come get the bags from me
You still asking niggas for gas money, I look at these rappers like crash dummies
I look at these bitches that fuck with these rappers like bitch you just fucked with my last homie
Kesha can come get the last from me, Heaven can come get the last from me
Harmony can come get the last from me, Halo can come get the last from me MAMA!
I hit the trap today, I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
Tell her let's go have a bite, tell her let's go have a bite
I hit the trap today, I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I'm gon' hit the club tonight, yeah
Treat every night like it's Saturday night, like it's Saturday night, yeah
Riverdale Rd lyrics - 2 Chainz
Yeah, turn that maafaka up Nolan
Woah, know what I'm saying, I wanna feel like I was in some muthafakin' danger
I got my mothafuckin' pistol in my pocket, ya dig?
Yeah, in the booth, on some 5540 old national shit, you know what it is, nigga
We in the back, nigga, way in the back, nigga, serving sacks, nigga and serving Act
Mane, c'mon with the Kap, bruh
AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!
Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn't there
I was the same ol' nigga
Yeah that trap had raised a nigga
How could you blame a nigga?
Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you niggas
Came on the set with hundreds to bet
But I still changed you niggas, yeah
My first foreign car, it was a Bimmer
My second foreign car, it was a Bimmer
My third foreign car, it was a Porsche
My fourth foreign car you can't afford
My pocket pregnant, don't want no abortion
My draws got them horses, my car got them horses
Rocking some Pradas like they was Air Forces
We had no choices
Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn't there
I was the same ol' nigga
Yeah that trap had raised a nigga
How could you blame a nigga?
Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you niggas
Came on the set with hundreds to bet
But I still changed you niggas, yeah
You wasn't there when mama was struggling
You wasn't there when mama was fussing
Told 'em ketchup, you too far in the mustard
I had a Chevelle and wanted a Cutlass
I went to work and I made an abundance
Gucci flip flops with the corns and bunions
Counting blue hundreds and smoking an onion
And she got an onion and I wanna rub it
We hanging off the Nat, see that's where my office at
We dressed all in black
We got 'em calling back, just went to the mall and back
When you was the quarterback, I had the quarter sacks
Riverdale, Riverdale, Riverdale, Riverdale, Riverdale
Riverdale Rd., nigga
He was there, he was there, you weren't there
He was there, she was there
Riverdale Rd., nigga
Abracadabra, I turned myself into a millionaire
I wore some Gucci to your mama house just to leave it there
Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you wasn't there
I was the same ol' nigga
Yeah that trap had raised a nigga
How could you blame a nigga?
Gold everywhere, gold over there, Trinidad James you niggas
Came on the set with hundreds to bet
But I still changed you niggas, yeah
I know something you don't know
I'm gonna get some bands, yeah
I know something you don't know, yeah
I'm gonna get some bands
Okay, from grams to Grammys
Okay, from fans to family
I went from trips we tryna plan
To cribs in South Miami
They got my vision fancy
My trigger finger antsy
I told the bitch she got to sit down
Just to understand me
They asking, "What's the plan, B?"
I don't have a Plan B
I told 'em this shit got to work
It's just like candy to me
I mean it's hard but it's sweet
I'm Drench God in the streets
I break the law in the sheets
I make her cum on repeat
I know something you don't know
I'm gonna get some bands, oh yeah
I know something you don't know, yeah
I'm gonna get some bands
Riverdale, Riverdale!
Good Drank lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Gucci Mane & Quavo)
[2 Chainz:]
Uhh, alright
I did it, hahah, yeah
Used to treat my mattress like the ATM, yeah
Bond No. 9 that's my favorite scent, yeah
Can't forget the kush, I'm talking OG, yeah
Rest in peace to pop, he was an OG, oh yeah
285 I had that pack on me, uh
I cannot forget I had that strap on me, yeah
Rest in peace to my nigga Doe (Troup)
All we ever want to do is ball
That was the easy part, we playing that Weezy hard
We sit in the kitchen late, we tryna to make an escape
Trying to make me a mil', so I'ma keep me a plate
I told 'em shawty can leave, so I'ma keep me a rake
So I'ma keep me a Wraith, my jewelry look like a lake
Today I'm in the Maybach
And that car came with some drapes
You know I look like a safe, I put you back in your place
I look you right in your face, sing to your bitch like I'm Drake
Yeah
[Quavo:]
Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks (lean!)
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give her thizz face
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out, Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies, no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like André
And your girl, call her, come through
[Gucci Mane:]
It's Gucci! Huh (brr!) huh!
Your trunk in the front
Well check this out my top in the trunk
You play with my money
Then check this out, yo, poppin' the trunk
Three mil in a month
But I just did three years on a bunk
Oh, you in a slump
I'm headed to Oakland like Kevin Da Runt
What is your point?
Square with the stamp, for Kevin Durant
Lay on on my trap
Play with my cap and I'll knock off your hat
I'm taking the cheese and killing the rats
Gucci Mane, call me the cat with the racks
I'm swervin', but I'm in back of the 'Bach
I'm Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq
I'm servin' I pay a bird for that
He nervous, ain't got no words for that
He hurt and want all of his purses back
He mixing the syrup with the Percocets
She perfect and she got perky breasts
I just want some of that turkey neck
Trapper of the year, I'm from Bouldercrest
You snitch of the year cause you told the bis'
[Quavo:]
Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give her thizz face
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies, no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
And your girl, call her, come through
[2 Chainz:]
Ayy, Mike Dean
This shit hard as fuck, bruh
You a living legend, I appreciate that
Ayy, Guwop, I'm glad you home, cuz
Quavo, you already know man
You got next on these niggas double salute man
True shit, 2 Chainz!
Hair Weave Killer
Daniel Son, the Necklace Don
Chapo Jr
I mean, I can go on for days
4 AM lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Travis Scott)
[2 Chainz:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
M-M-M-Murda
Yeah, yeah
Damn right, bro
4 AM, I'm just gettin' started
For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
Reminiscin' 'bout the trap, playin' the first Carter
My life changed when I had my first daughter
Got my first quarter flippin' 50 dollar slabs
Your nigga's lookin' at the bills, askin' you for half
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
Anytime she wanna dip I'm providin' the sauce
You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss
You keep playin' with me, I end up signing your boss
Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga
Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas
Rock with Champagne P
If it wasn't for the struggle then I wouldn't be me
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn!
[Travis Scott:]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (Yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin' type (Straight up)
Damn, it's 4 AM so please believe the hype (It's lit)
Hit the lights (Yeah), I'm way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a __cpLocation (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (Skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (Yeah)
I'ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (Yeah)
[2 Chainz:]
I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
In a group with the best rapper that's alive, ooh
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
I ain't wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
Jumpin' out the cake and that's surprisin', ooh
Pickin' up the duffel bag like exercisin', ooh
Bought mama new house 'cause she deserve it, ooh
Practice makes perfect but nobody's perfect, ooh
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh
[Travis Scott:]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (Yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin' type (Straight up)
Damn, it's 4 AM so please believe the hype (It's lit)
Hit the lights (Yeah), I'm way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a __cpLocation (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (Skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (Yeah)
I'ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (Yeah)
[2 Chainz (Travis Scott):]
Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crewneck
Ooh, on a killin' rapper spree and nigga, you next
Ooh, they talkin', chillin', watchin' Netflix (Straight up)
Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
Ooh, I'm on my wave like a durag
Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at?
Ooh, talkin' tequila for the pipe-up
Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah
Drench god, drench god, really
Representin', we the squad, really (Oh, yeah)
Tec got the Rollie, now I get it
I used to sell drugs for a living
Got me a job sellin' records
Had to use my jeweler for a reference
Might buy a charm with the extras
Might use her legs for a necklace
[Travis Scott:]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (Yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin' type (Straight up)
Damn, it's 4 AM so please believe the hype (It's lit)
Hit the lights (Yeah), I'm way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a __cpLocation (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (Skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (Yeah)
I'ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (Yeah)
Don't stop trappin', boy
Got 'bout 12 racks this mornin'
Got 'bout 12 racks
Started last night, still goin'
12 racks strong
Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant
Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant
Everybody in here pregnant, 'cept my partner and them
But we gettin' this money though, I'm tellin' you that
Door Swangin lyrics - 2 Chainz
I wouldn't even
I wouldn't even be here without that mothafuckin' door
We doing numbers, holmes
5540, we doing numbers, holmes
You can look that shit up, you can research that shit
Another day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it
I say 'notha day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it
Can't forget how I fucking had the door swinging
Can't forget how I fucking had the door swinging
No doorbell, we had the cameras included
No hibachi, all we had is some tuna fish
Moved up a level, then I stepped up my grind
Got to the top, ain't nobody around
When I look down, all I see is some sucka shit
And I'ma run shit, I put that on my bucket list
Adidas streetball, all the foreigns with the straps
Before the dreadlocks, I had the cornrows to the back
Used to sit on a broke down Camaro with packs
Told her, "Turn around," even though she had his name tatted
That's the way that it was, had a way with the girls
Had a felony before you knew what a felony was
You was taking the shots, you was feeling the buzz
Got so much in the stash spot, I could fill up a bus
Got gorillas with us, got chinchillas with us
No pretenders with us, got the winners with us, yeah
Another day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it
I say 'notha day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it
Can't forget how I fucking had the door swinging
Can't forget how I fucking had the door swinging
Another day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it
I say 'notha day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it
Can't forget how I fucking had the door swinging
Can't forget how I fucking had the door swinging
Somebody watching the front door
Yeah I went to college and sold dope
Sold narcotics, a boat load
And all us felons and can't vote
Yeah I'm from the cut, I'm cutthroat
All up in the crowd, Frank Lucas fur coat
Yeah, sipping muddy like a mothafuckin' Merlot
Under the influence, I stayed on the first floor, first floor
Wait, first 48, hard to see my face, diamonds in the way
This is MMA, I just beat the case
In and out the hair salon, she got her nails polished
Turn up in tennis shoes, turn up in red bottoms
Turn up in red bottoms, turn up, turn up in red bottoms
She turn up in red bottoms, yeah what?
A nigga a hustler, now the feds got him
You bring the rubber bands, I bring the money counter
Another day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it
I say 'notha day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it
Can't forget how I fucking had the door swinging
Can't forget how I fucking had the door swinging
Another day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it
I say 'notha day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it
Can't forget how I fucking had the door swinging
Can't forget how I fucking had the door swinging
Realize lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Nicki Minaj)
[2 Chainz:]
I'm gonna cause pandemonium
Pick up the paper, custodian
This how Prince met Apollonia
Tryna fill up California kings
Hydrocodeine with the Visine
Master bedroom on the right wing
This a Philippe not a Breitling
Fuck her to sleep, she had pipe dreams
Yeah, this is the king of the trap
Yeah, I pull it straight out the hat
Yeah, everyone better take cover
Yeah, got rappers under attack
Uh, my daughters inherit arrogance
And they intelligent, that's a fact
Bought me a car February 1st
You already know it was black on black
I cover my scars with the tats on tats
You better back back, rat-tat-tat-tat-tat
I pass you a joint, better pass it back
I went to Montgomery, with packs on back
Sent her to the store for some plastic bags
Sent her to the store for some rubber bands
I started pitching so easy
I throw the work to you underhand
Underworld, underground, underline
I'm underdog and you under mine
This here ain't no once upon a time
This really happened for real
Can't even trust our own government
Aw man fuck all that humble shit
Mumbling
Man fuck all that mumble shit
[Nicki Minaj:]
Realize
A lot of these niggas tell real lies
They not about shit in real life
And thats something that I had to realize (Realize)
I had to reco-reco-recogni-i-ize it
(Reco-reco-recogni-i-ize)
They see me winning and now they dont liiike it
(Yeah, I know they dont like it)
Act like they love me, but hate me in pri-i-vate
I had to reco-reco-recogni-i-ize it
Yo
I went and copped a ring
I call this rock, Dwayne
Johnson, stop the playin'
Man, I cannot complain
I left my shades in Atlanta so I told my pilot to stop the plane
He bust a U in the air
She say she doin' it, where?
She wanna sit in my chair
But she could never be my heir
Checks, clear, Bible, swear
They ain't buggin', I go off
Asahd Khaled with the cloth
Dwayne Carter of the north
Dwayne Wade in the fourth
New dream house for mommy
Keep 'Caiah in Armani
Putting my nieces through college
This for Kellise and Imani
Look at these niggas I put on
All of these niggas I'm good on
My own two, what I stood on
That's why their necks what I'm keepin' my foot on
I've been winning 8 years consistently, at least respect it
Papoose wrote a Ether record
But I broke Aretha record
See this is chess, not checkers
You can not check the checkers
Did Nas clear that "Ether" record?
Nah, but I broke Aretha record
Realize
A lot of these niggas tell real lies
They not about shit in real life
And thats something that I had to realize (Realize)
I had to reco-reco-recogni-i-ize it
(Reco-reco-recogn-i-ize)
They see me winning and now they dont liiike it
(Yeah, I know they dont like it)
Act like they love me, but hate me in pri-i-vate
I had to reco-reco-recogn-i-ize it
Poor Fool lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Swae Lee)
[Swae Lee:]
Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do
(My mama always said)
I said close your mouth and eat
You make some paper, then you make your own rules
(My mama always said, ayy, damn)
Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do
I said close your mouth and eat
You make some paper, then you make your own rules
[2 Chainz:]
I'm from the hood and it's evident
Used to sell drugs out my residence
Stayed in section 8 with relatives
Opportunity knockin', I let 'em in
I done put Forgis on everything
I left the mall like Ginobili
And if I'm not successful, ain't nobody gon' come console me
I pray my mama quit smokin'
When my dad died, I got focused
I gotta table full of Ace of Spades
I don't fuck around with you jokers (ooh)
Ain't heard a word from my old friends
Heard they wanna kick my doors in
I done loaded up the 2-2-3
I'm so high they might call a goaltend, yeah
Lord knows, stashed work in the console
So many autos in my garage, I can't open my car door
Bond on me like the sun on me
Gettin' this bread she say, "You dropped crumbs on me"
Walked in the club and got ones only
Need a tat on my stomach that say prawns only
Raised by single parent Black woman
They call me Tity Boi 'cause she used to spoil me
She always told me
[Swae Lee:]
Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do
(My mama always said)
I said close your mouth and eat
You make some paper, then you make your own rules
(My mama always said, ayy, damn)
Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do
I said close your mouth and eat
You make some paper, then you make your own rules
[2 Chainz:]
Smoking on a yacht, call me Ricky Steamboat
Bags full of gas, used to serve them through the screen door
Tryna flip a brick, Shaq at the free throw
Taught by Scarface, Brad Jordan, Al Pacino, wooo
No rules, most of my partnas homeschooled
Most of my partnas got charges
And I ain't talking about no mothafuckin' dodges
Trappin' up outta the college
I'm addicted to the rice at Benihana
Raised by a single parent Black woman
They call me Tity Boi 'cause she used to spoil me
She always told me
[Swae Lee:]
Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do
(Yeah)
I said close your mouth and eat
You make some paper, then you make your own rules
(My mama always said, ayy, damn)
Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do
I said close your mouth and eat
You make some paper, then you make your own rules
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
It's A Vibe lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Trey Songz & Jhené Aiko)
[2 Chainz:]
Yeah, hahaha
Yeah, ooh
M-M-M-Murda
Yah
[2 Chainz (Trey Songz):]
That's a vibe (that's a vibe)
She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
That's a vibe (that's a vibe)
Yeah, uh (that's a vibe)
That's a vibe (that's a vibe)
It's a vibe (it's a vibe)
That's a vibe, yeah (that's a vibe)
Yeah, yeah (that's a vibe)
Oh that's a vibe (that's a vibe)
Oh it's a vibe (it's a vibe)
That's a vibe (that's a vibe, that's a vibe, yeah, yeah)
That's a vibe (that's a vibe)
She wanna vibe, yeah (wanna vibe)
That's a vibe, yeah (that's a vibe)
Yeah, yeah
[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Yeah, that's a vibe
She wanna vibe
That's a vibe
This shit vibe, yeah, yeah
Late night
Oh it's a vibe
Let me slide
Oh it's a vibe, yeah, yeah
Dim the lights
Oh it's a vibe, yeah
Get high
It's a vibe, oh it's a vibe, yeah
[Trey Songz (2 Chainz):]
It's a vibe
Don't you like?
Your pussy drippin'
Gushin', drippin' down your thighs
It's a vibe
Get high
Diggin' deep while I'm lookin' in your eyes
Vibe is the realest
I know you feel it (yah)
It's a vibe (vibe)
Different vibe
This my vibe, nigga
All the bitches like it
[2 Chainz:]
Okay, so I got the ambiance just where I want it (yeah)
And if you get paid, it's solely based on your performance (TRU)
My ego is enormous like my crib in California (hmm)
If you ain't got no heart, man you gonna need a donor
Now I said I'm from the corner of the ATL (yah)
Where we got that clientele, avoid paper trails (right)
Broke so many bales down that I'm shell shocked (bow)
I held Glocks, sold rocks by the mailbox (ooh)
Got a vibe, make a yellow chick turn her neck (alright)
Got a vibe, make a cougar wanna spend a check (check)
Got a vibe, make an Asian want hibachi (hibachi)
Got a vibe, make Italian want Versace (Versace)
Carbon copies get declined, I'm the pioneer
Beat that pussy up, I need riot gear
Any volunteers?
Gas in a Ziploc, now that's loud and clear
This one outta here
This is our year
[Jhené Aiko:]
That's a vibe
That's a vibe
That's a vibe
Oh that's a vibe, yeah, yeah
That's a vibe
It's a vibe
It's a vibe
That's a vibe, yeah, yeah
It's a vibe
Am I your type?
Pussy tight
Maybe I'll spend the night, yeah, yeah
That's a vibe
Bust it, bust it wide
This the type of shit I like, yeah, yeah
That's a vibe
It's a vibe
That's a vibe
Oh it's a vibe, yeah, yeah
It's a vibe, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rolls Royce Bitch lyrics - 2 Chainz
Alright, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Yeah believe in yourself, who else gon' believe in you
Who else gon' believe in you? Who else gon' believe in you?
Believe in yourself, who else gon' believe in you?
Who else gon' believe in you, who else gon' believe in you?
Believe in yourself, health is wealth
Gotta get mine, faster than a step
I can make a hundred thousand just sitting by the steps
I can count a hundred thousand with my feet in the chair
I can pull the baddest broad in here
With my hand pulled behind my back
One hand on the steering wheel
2 Chainz with the ponytail, got the bodyguard concealed
Ill meaning of sickness, I use the pharmacy as a witness
I mean anything around me that's against us, they can't be
I got God on my side, that's all I need to ride
See that's all I need to vibe, asking what I do tonight
That's really none of your business, unless you wanna get in this
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah the doors go dat way
The doors go dat way, the doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah the doors go dat way
The doors go dat way, the doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah my doors go dat way
My doors go dat way, doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah my doors go dat way
My doors, Wraith, my doors, uh
I'm good, I'm good like Ye
I'm good like Sean and Push
I'm good, I'm good, okay
Good, sold yay, good 4 way
Oh man, look at me now
Used to have a killer crossover
Now I think I done crossed over
White fans at my rap shows
So many chains on I give you the cold shoulder
So many chains on, I tell 'em move over
Big shit over here, boy
100 acres on my property, man I might hit a deer, boy
I got felonies that's older than y'all niggas
Family time at the mall, nigga
6'5", I never been small, nigga
Your swag like RuPaul, I'm appalled, nigga
Yeah, three calls to call food
I want some Nobu, met her at Whole Foods
I just ate Pro Tools, I am the go-to
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah the doors go dat way
The doors go dat way, the doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah the doors go dat way
The doors go dat way, the doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah my doors go dat way
My doors go dat way, doors go dat way
Rolls Royce, bitch, yeah my doors go dat way
My doors, Wraith, my doors, uh
Felonies that's older than y'all niggas
Family time at the mall, nigga
6'5", I never been small, nigga
Your swag like RuPaul, I'm appalled, nigga
Yeah, three calls to call food
I want some Nobu, met her at Whole Foods
I just ate Pro Tools, I am the go-to
I am the go-to, I am the go-to
Trap shit, I'm the go to
Trap nigga with a gold tooth
Believe in yourself, who else gon' believe in you?
Who else gon' believe in you?
Believe in yourself
Who else gon' believe in you?
Who else gon' believe in you?
Sleep When U Die lyrics - 2 Chainz
It's at least 100 degrees, sweating like a fool
Aiight, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Young Juice, ayy, ayy, okay, okay
By any means I gotta get it
You can sleep when you die, point blank, period
No excuse for this, you only get one life
You only get once chance
You can get more wives
You can get more ice, you can get more cars
Nigga listen to what I'm saying, I'm a real superstar, woo
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die, yeah, yeah
Yeah I got too many watches on my arm
I got too much shit goin' on
I got your favorite stripper on my phone
I got a bank account, got another bank account
Got another bank account, to be continued
Hibachi my menu, my bracelet on igloo
Every song is a single, you hear how the money talk
I may be bilingual, I pour out a liter, I light up the reefer
I'm back to charging niggas 100 a feature, yeah
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die, yeah, yeah
Hard work beats talent
Dope boy meets Khaled
Don P and eat salad
Walking around, my feet Bally
Sisquo and St. Ives
Six guns, eight knives
Potato on the barrel of it
Make you niggas hate fries
Been poppin' wheelies since 14
Sleeping with them, in them since 14
Ready to take one for the team
Ain't no discount, if ain't the one, we got a miscount
I am the truth, lil' nigga, shooting bullets from the booth, lil' nigga
Boom
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die, yeah, yeah
You too concerned with others
This for the single mothers
Might have a millionaire
Moving through Riverdale
Jacket on Rick Flair
Watch on Rick Flair
James Brown with the slick hair
Watch how she dance on it, dance on the work
If the pussy squirt, put her name in a verse
I am so high, I'm scared to jump
Keep the gas on me, I'm prepared to pump, alright
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
You can sleep when you die, you can sleep when you die, yeah, yeah
Trap Check lyrics - 2 Chainz
Realest nigga in it, already know
Got trapper of the year 4 times in a row
Realest nigga in it, already know
Got trapper of the year 4 times in a row
Rap shit check, foreign shit check
Fashion shit check, cashing shit check
I ain't talkin' Nike when I'm talkin' 'bout a check
Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me 'bout a check
Trap shit check, foreign shit check
Fashion shit check, cashing shit check
I ain't talkin' Nike when I'm talkin' 'bout a check
Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me 'bout a check
Rap shit check, trap shit check
Cashier check, fashion check
Foreign car check, foreign bitch check
Rolex check, gold around my neck
Juju on the diamond, my umbrella's designer
Stand on your recliner, pourin' all the wine up
Yea I used to pitch, you should see my wind up
Nigga fuck with me ain't no telling where you wind up
It's all love, positive vibes
Walking through the airport in crocodile slides
Wet floor signs, hands on thighs
If you got a check put your hands up high
Rap shit check, foreign shit check
Fashion shit check, cashing shit check
I ain't talkin' Nike when I'm talkin' 'bout a check
Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me 'bout a check
Trap shit check, foreign shit check
Fashion shit check, cashing shit check
I ain't talkin' Nike when I'm talkin' 'bout a check
Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me 'bout a check
Come on, come on, come on
I rock the microphone, I had to thank the Lord
I am in rare form, I had to get it on
You never feed me, I use my own seasoning
Autograph cleavage, how many girls believe you?
How many girls you tried, I know a girl you lied to
She wants your ass to die, I look you dead in your eye
It's real nigga season, it's right after Easter
Might buy me a Regal, put that on my Visa
I need me some singles, don't care if you're single
Take you and mingle, take you to Neiman's
We hit the bars tonight, look at the roof on the Wraith
It look like the stars at night, yeah
Rap shit check, foreign shit check
Fashion shit check, cashing shit check
I ain't talkin' Nike when I'm talkin' 'bout a check
Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me 'bout a check
Trap shit check, foreign shit check
Fashion shit check, cashing shit check
I ain't talkin' Nike when I'm talkin' 'bout a check
Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me 'bout a check
Rap shit check, foreign shit check
Fashion shit check, cashing shit check
I ain't talkin' Nike when I'm talkin' 'bout a check
Bought your girl some Nikes when she asked me 'bout a check
ASAP, ASAP, ASAP, ASAP
Blue Cheese lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Migos)
[Quavo:]
50,000 on me, I'm a walkin' lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I've been drinkin' codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don't understand nothin' but them dollar signs
[2 Chainz:]
My side chick got pregnant by her main dude and I'm offended
I called, she ain't pick up, I text her back, bitch you stingy
I'm in all black like a ninja, chain got influenza
Walk in the traphouse, use my Cartiers for credentials (God damn!)
I'm going wildebeest, all on my enemies
Negative energy, I could do anything, I got the guillotine
Off with they head
Known to pull off and get head
Drippin so much sauce on your bitch look like she wettin' the bed
I could do more than just say it, strip club veteran head uh uh!
I am still gettin' this bread, bought her a Birkin bag uh uh!
Everyone look at the tag, I do the digital dash uh uh!
I can do more than just brag, I can back it up UH UH!
[Quavo:]
50,000 on me, I'm a walkin' lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I've been drinkin' codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don't understand nothin' but them dollar signs
[Offset:]
Blue cheese, no ranch, all hunnids
10 racks on me that's mall money
I just bought a Lamb Ima crawl on it
Get on top, she act a dog with it
I'm on this drink need to slow down
Racks in back it won't slow down
You had a sack but it's gone now
Safari diamond, money long now
Better wake up, smell the coffee
Black man with a lot of money, got the white man wanna off me
You was my mans but you lost me
Poppin xans, I'm exhausted
Cookie smellin like a mosh pit
Pop a perk, kinda nauseous
50 pointer, shit colossus
Hey, With this money I could stay up and survive
We go live, smoke this dope and ride
We too fly, bad bitches in the archive
Oh so high, money make me so high
[Quavo:]
50,000 on me, I'm a walkin' lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I've been drinkin' codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don't understand nothin' but them dollar signs
[Takeoff:]
I'm havin blue cheese
And I'ma get it by any means
Flexing on niggas like Hercules
Fucking on bitches with double D's
I met the plug, got 100 keys
Give me that block and I gotta seize
These niggas sick of me, wanna get rid of me
I'm at the top and they under me
I hit the lot and don't ask for the tag
Racks in my pockets, they lookin like kneepads
Flex in my Off Whites with Benjamin Franklin
Put the rest of that blue cheese in the bag
My life I'm livin it fast
One thing I cannot do is go out sad
They know me but don't know my past
And if you know me you know I'm about my cash
The Nawfside, call it Baghdad, make a nigga 40 yard dash
The Nawfside, where the bags at, I was breakin my wrist in the glass (Whippin it!)
Smoking on Barry Bonds in the Huracan, spinning work like I'm Taz
Migos and Chainz in the city, go to your girl car
Had to bring out that bag
[Quavo:]
50,000 on me, I'm a walkin' lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I've been drinkin' codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don't understand nothin' but them dollar signs
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
I've been drinkin' codeine all night
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
I don't understand nothin' but them dollar signs
[Quavo (2 Chainz):]
When you wake up in the morning
When you wake up in the morning
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
(Uhh, uhh)
Boy, my uncle 12 shawty
I had to take my uncle to school this morning shawty
And he got suspended
'Cause he smelled like weed when he got there
OG Kush Diet lyrics - 2 Chainz
Sunbathing with a Rollie on, tan all on my tattoos
All my 16s cashews, V12 when I pass you
Reminiscing about the Motorollas
Weed stronger than a Coca-Cola
Wait up, bitch, hold up, hold up
You ain't there to hold the pole up
OG kush diet, OG kush diet
OG kush diet, OG kush diet
My partna just died, my partna just died
Nothin' else to do but get high, fuck
I'm 'bout to pour out some liquor
I'm 'bout to pour out some lean
I got blue cheese in my jeans
I bought my queen Celine
I got my team Supreme
It ain't no in between
You either in or you out, I took a different route
I had to figure it out, I went to picking them out, you, you
Fuck what you think, fuck what you think
Come to the bank, come through like Brinks
I might take a can of paint and go paint the white house
I might take a can of paint and go paint the white house
Presidential prolly tickled, laughing 'bout who popped the pistol
That's the issue, just got a rental, just for instrumentals
I'ma keep the bitch 'til December
And park it on Broadway, away from the hallway
Away from the 'partments, away from the arcades
We don't play games with them boys
We bring the pain to them boys
I caught a plane with them boys
I taught the game to them boys
I am ashamed of them boys
Blame it on fame, blame it on whatever you wanna blame
I'm smart and insane, imagine a genius that don't have a brain
That live off of resources, that learned off of geek sources
I do play with 3 persons, I got it from researching
I'm fresher than detergent, I'm fresher than each person
I walk out and eat Church's, gig without rehearsing
Watch how I resurface, watch how I rework it, gas
OG kush diet, OG kush diet
OG kush diet, OG kush diet
My partna just died, my partna just died
Nothin' else to do but get high, fuck
Fuck what you think, fuck what you think
Come to the bank, come through like Brinks
I might take a can of paint and go paint the white house
I might take a can of paint and go paint the white house
Yeah, your favorite rapper's got no talent
Homeboy got coke habits
Used to drive a Porsche 'til I found out it was made by Volkswagen
This here is a toe tag 'em, Tity Boi gon' and toe tag 'em
Go ahead, hook they ass up to the tow truck
Let them know this a throat slashing
Your baby mama got no passion
Her best friend act old fashioned
Tell her take them panties off when she walk around my boat laughing
I'm V.I.P. at the yacht club, nigga you look like you not loved
Stars in my double R so clean I drive in white gloves
Sea bass with the white sauce, hopped out, get wiped off
Presence been felt everywhere
Except let me see, yeah the White House
Space age like 8 ball, MJG, Nate Dogg
Sippin' quavo, ridin' offsets, guess I'm 'bout to take off
OG kush diet, OG kush diet
OG kush diet, OG kush diet
My partna just died, my partna just died
Nothin' else to do but get high, fuck
Fuck what you think, fuck what you think
Come to the bank, come through like Brinks
I might take a can of paint and go paint the white house
I might take a can of paint and go paint the white house
Bailan lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Pharrell)
[Pharrell Williams:]
You, you, you, you, you
Hate me 'cause I tell you the truth
Maybe your friends are confused
I'm gonna tell you the truth
Go ahead and goooo, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan
Goooo, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan
All week, keeping on, my mind is
Going in, going in, going in, going in
Maybe now, but not next time
Going in, going in, going in, going in
There we go, that' it for sure
Going in, going in, going in, going in
Maybe just a little more
Going in, going in, going in, going in
[2 Chainz:]
Juicy, squeeze it, then juicy
Sipping on the D'usse
Rocking some Medusa, give a fuck what you say
Give a fuck what you say
In the club, I wrote this for the plug
I wrote this for a hater that was looking for some love
A DJ competition, I'm mixing in the kitchen
Now who gon' do the dishes
Bankroll thicker than Deelishis
[Pharrell Williams:]
You, you, you, you, you
Hate me 'cause I tell you the truth
Maybe your friends are confused
I'm gonna tell you the truth
Go ahead and goooo, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan
Goooo, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan
All week, keeping on, my mind is
Going in, going in, going in, going in
Maybe now, but not next time
Going in, going in, going in, going in
There we go, that' it for sure
Going in, going in, going in, going in
Maybe just a little more
Going in, going in, going in, going in
[2 Chainz:]
Drug connotation in my population
I want a conversation, don't want no confrontation
Pull up in a hardtop, watch how I race it
Trap to the wrap like watch how I embrace it
Louis Vans on, they don't come with laces
And we talking straight shots, we don't need no chaser
Tell her I don't chase her, swap her, I replace it
Bracelet, this is Rollie, Rollie, this is bracelet
Pass the medication
Rounds upon rounds, I am nowhere around
I'm nowhere to be found
I'm on flights over lights, I'm so close up to Christ
I might ask for advice, I might ask for it twice
Look at my ice, I'm so nice, it's like Mardi Gras
Mama I shot me a man, please go hide the gun
When she ask me my number, I say I'm the one
Rushing summer to summer until someone come
[Pharrell Williams:]
You, you, you, you, you
Hate me 'cause I tell you the truth
Maybe your friends are confused
I'm gonna tell you the truth
Go ahead and goooo, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan
Goooo, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan
All week, keeping on, my mind is
Going in, going in, going in, going in
Maybe now, but not next time
Going in, going in, going in, going in
There we go, that' it for sure
Going in, going in, going in, going in
Maybe just a little more
Going in, going in, going in, going in
Go ahead and touch the sky
Go ahead and touch the sky
Dancing where you are
Go ahead and touch the sky
Burglar Bars lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Monica)
[Louis Farrakhan:]
As I met 2 Chainz a few minutes ago, as I gazed into his face, I felt that I was in the presence of royalty
There's a certain power presence that he gives off
[Monica:]
I tried to be, everything you want and need
[2 Chainz:]
'Cause you got a deep title don't mean that you deep
Substance shallow on shit creek, I heard Cole speak
About the bricks, Kendrick got Compton lit
And I've been lit ever since I sold nicks
Never fabricated about my fabric, the scale, that's my apparatus
I give a fuck about the sorriest rappers
This actually happened, path in the back pathogenic
Moved that blow out like we were afrocentric
I had a front row entry, I had the codeine kidney
I made up the Bentiaga truck, you owe me a Bentley
This the rap Ken Griffey, got at least 10 with me
Got at least 10 on me, I'm anti-phony
My girl anti-bony and she get that money
I bought all this shit, don't go acting anti on me
It's Mr. Epps in the bank, I give a F what you think
I bought a Tesla today, there's nothing left in your tank
I did everything except a fucking song with Jay
But I murdered every song I fucking did with Ye
See my verses are better and my subject is realer
See my mom was an addict and my dad was the dealer
And their son is that nigga, I'm no Black activist
I'm a Black millionaire, give you my Black ass to kiss
We used the tree for a fence, I used to land in the trench
Used to dust myself off, then I eat me some shrimp
Coulda did anything, I coulda been me a pimp
I coulda went to the league, I took it straight to the rim
I took it straight to the block, I got Xans in my sock
I got plans for the pot, I got bands, you do not, huh
Yeah, you a miracle. Right now, if you hear this, you're a miracle, I want you to know that
If you're able to hear this right now, you are a miracle. Straight up, no kapp
I'm more Gucci than Vans, give you a Gucci advance
This the chance of your life, you ain't prepared for your life
See the man without a mic is just a mic gimmick
Anyone, Jordan, Jackson, Tyson, Bivens
Phone number unlisted
Gave her the digits to a number that is long distance
She on the wrong mission and got my palm itching
I had it on me, you can see it in my prom pictures, ugh
I'm telling you, niggas like me fall out the sky. You don't just bump into me. I'm a real blessing, bro, nah, for real, bro
You know the times is rough, you know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors, so we got burglar bars
You know the times is rough you know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors so we got burglar bars, Lord, yeah, okay
You know the times is rough you know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors so we got burglar bars
You know the times is rough you know the times is hard
I never trust my neighbors so we got burglar bars, Lord, Lord
[Monica:]
Lord knows
Woke up today, gave thanks
Grateful to see another day, then the storm came
As the night falls, I shed my blood, sweat and tears
Let the rain fall, let it fall, let it fall
One day
Your love will take me right over the stars, Lord knows
[2 Chainz:]
That soulful trap music, man. Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Section 8, I'm talkin' 'bout the 'partments
You stay in the middle, someone stay on top of you, someone stay below you
What you know about grabbing a broom and shit and hitting upstairs like, "Y'all stop fucking stomping! Y'all stop walking so mothafuckin' hard!"
Then the people downstairs, they doing the same shit to us. Tru, trill shit
Countin lyrics - 2 Chainz
Gotta eat me a rapper today
I forgot to eat, fuck it
Smokin' out my brain cells
Got the trap doin' numbers
Got everybody wonderin'
How the hell I come back
N all summer got back to back to back back
What's happenin', where ya at, where ya at
Hit the bitch on the chirp
No panties with the skirt
Nigga try to take the work
Nigga get your ass blown
Get your ass gunned down
Ridin' here 100 rounds
Don't make me have to flashback, nigga, and go buy 100 pounds
Drop 'em off downtown, smoke a L anyway
Y'all niggas in the way
Money beat any case yeah
My hundreds hold they breath, cause they blue in the face
Roberto Cavalli, Dolce and Gabbana
Louis and Vuitton 'em
My pajamas designer, yeah
Pop a rubber band start countin'
Buy everything on the counter
Everything I got on designer
Diamonds on me look like a fountain
Pop a rubber band start countin'
Buy everything on the counter
Everything I got on designer
Diamonds on me look like a fountain
Pop a rubber band start countin'
Buy everything on the counter
Everything I got on designer
Diamonds on me look like a fountain
Pop a rubber band start countin'
Buy everything on the counter
Everything I got on designer
Diamonds on me look like a fountain
Pop a rubber band start countin'
Put everything on the counter
Buy everything on the counter
Shoppin' bag got me off balance, uh
Bet a hundred thousand with the Falcons
Lost a hundred thousand with the Falcons
I'mma get it back cause I'm natural
I put my X at the end like Malcolm
Got crab legs by the gallons
Got lobster tail by the pallet
Walk in the club, dial Alex
Sippin' codeine with the scallops
Got long hair no weave in it
Swag was a race I'd lead nigga
Yeah I'm Bank ID nigga
Who me I'm V.I.P nigga
Shopping spree when I feel like it
I don't really look at the prices
Drivin' crazy with no license
Fish scale nigga no Pisces
Pop a rubber band start countin'
Pop a rubber band buy ounces
Really love to know how ya feel today
Pop a rubber band start bouncin'
Pop a rubber bands start countin'
Buy everything on the counter
Everything I got on designer
Diamonds on me look like a fountain (Yeah)
Pop a rubber band start countin'
Buy everything on the counter
Everything I got on designer
Diamonds on me look like a fountain
Pop a rubber band start countin'
Buy everything on the counter
Everything I got on designer
Diamonds on me look like a fountain
Pop a rubber band start countin'
Buy everything on the counter
Everything I got on designer
Diamonds on me look like a fountain
Diamonds Talkin Back lyrics - 2 Chainz
Check me out now
Yeah, my diamonds talking back, talking back, ya ya
Yeah, my diamonds talking back, they talking back, yeah yeah
Diamonds talking back, they talking back, boom pow pow
Diamonds talking back, they talking back, blaow blaow blaow
Diamonds talking back, they say "fuck y'all"
Rock Givenchy shoes like they All-Star
Say you turned 'em down it'd be old, dawg
Known to light it up like the ball park
Crib the same size as the Walmart
Yard so big I got a golf cart
Diamonds on me shining when you see 'em, boom bing
Diamonds on me shining when it's DM, boom bing bing
Diamonds on me dancing like it's Breezy over easy
I can borrow a hundred easy, I just got a call from Jeezy
I count money 'til I'm sleepy, ink on my body, graffiti
And you know I come from CP
Can't fuck no bitch with no VD, nah
Diamonds on me going bing bing bing bing
Diamonds on me doing their damn thing thing thing thing
Known to get head while the car park
Diamonds talking back, they say "fuck "y'all"
Yeah, my diamonds talking back, talking back, ya ya
Yeah, my diamonds talking back, they talking back, yeah yeah
Diamonds talking back, they talking back, boom pow pow
Diamonds talking back, they talking back, blaow blaow blaow
Diamonds talking back, they say, "Fuck 'yall"
Walk in to the VIP and yell, "Touchdown!"
Ain't wore the same shoes the whole month now
I am so high she told me come down
I'm like how, zip of loud, gun go pow
Mr. Chow, bling bling blow, bitches bow
Bitches bi, they liking girls and guys
Ill advised, got the Rollie winterized
When I die bury me beside the Cuban links
2 Chainz, a lot of Z's 'cause you niggas sleep
Pinky ring ping, index finger ping, middle finger ping
Whole lot of rings, whole lot of watches
Watchband ostrich, neck, wrist, faucets
Chain show 'em options
Rings so big you could go boxing
Diamonds talking back, yours ain't saying nothing
Yeah, my diamonds talking back, talking back, ya ya
Yeah, my diamonds talking back, they talking back, yeah yeah
Diamonds talking back, they talking back, boom pow pow
Diamonds talking back, they talking back, blaow blaow blaow
Good Drank lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Gucci Mane & Quavo)
[2 Chainz:]
Uhh, alright
I did it, hahah, yeah
Used to treat my mattress like the ATM, yeah
Bond No. 9 that's my favorite scent, yeah
Can't forget the kush, I'm talking OG, yeah
Rest in peace to pop, he was an OG, oh yeah
285 I had that pack on me, uh
I cannot forget I had that strap on me, yeah
Rest in peace to my nigga Doe (Troup)
All we ever want to do is ball
That was the easy part, we playing that Weezy hard
We sit in the kitchen late, we tryna to make an escape
Trying to make me a mil', so I'ma keep me a plate
I told 'em shawty can leave, so I'ma keep me a rake
So I'ma keep me a Wraith, my jewelry look like a lake
Today I'm in the Maybach
And that car came with some drapes
You know I look like a safe, I put you back in your place
I look you right in your face, sing to your bitch like I'm Drake
Yeah
[Quavo:]
Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks (lean!)
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give her thizz face
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out, Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies, no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like André
And your girl, call her, come through
[Gucci Mane:]
It's Gucci! Huh (brr!) huh!
Your trunk in the front
Well check this out my top in the trunk
You play with my money
Then check this out, yo, poppin' the trunk
Three mil in a month
But I just did three years on a bunk
Oh, you in a slump
I'm headed to Oakland like Kevin Da Runt
What is your point?
Square with the stamp, for Kevin Durant
Lay on on my trap
Play with my cap and I'll knock off your hat
I'm taking the cheese and killing the rats
Gucci Mane, call me the cat with the racks
I'm swervin', but I'm in back of the 'Bach
I'm Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq
I'm servin' I pay a bird for that
He nervous, ain't got no words for that
He hurt and want all of his purses back
He mixing the syrup with the Percocets
She perfect and she got perky breasts
I just want some of that turkey neck
Trapper of the year, I'm from Bouldercrest
You snitch of the year cause you told the bis'
[Quavo:]
Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give her thizz face
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies, no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
And your girl, call her, come through
[2 Chainz:]
Ayy, Mike Dean
This shit hard as fuck, bruh
You a living legend, I appreciate that
Ayy, Guwop, I'm glad you home, cuz
Quavo, you already know man
You got next on these niggas double salute man
True shit, 2 Chainz!
Hair Weave Killer
Daniel Son, the Necklace Don
Chapo Jr
I mean, I can go on for days
Lil Baby lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)
[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Oh, oh, oh
Drop a hundred of them thangs, spend a little on my baby
Lil' baby, lil' baby
Oh-oh
I just bought a pair of Rollies, got one for my baby
Lil baby, ooh, lil' baby, ooh
[2 Chainz:]
Get out my car lonely, take care of the bar cover
Shawty got an ass so fat, she got a scarf over it
I got them rocks on me, used to have blocks on me
Now I'm living for PETA, cause I got a fox on me, ah
Now that I told you niggas, I showed you niggas
She come through this bitch with Chanel on her pumps
Apples in back of the trunk
You know I flex if I want, we gon' bust stops on the highway
I got my hands on her thighs
I play with her pussy and listen to Sade
Told her to bring it here shawty, told her to drop it there shawty
I'm from the belly of the beast, remember I barely used to eat
Now that my weed is so loud, you can hear it down the street
Pull up ten cars deep, you can't get rich off sleep
[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Oh, oh, oh
Drop a hundred of them thangs, spend a little on my baby
Lil' baby, lil' baby
Oh-oh
I just bought a pair of Rollies, got one for my baby
Lil' baby, ooh, lil' baby, ooh
[2 Chainz:]
I call her my lil' baby, she act like a lil' baby
She spoiled like it was the worst, she trip, I buy her the suitcases
We make the screw faces, had sex in a few places
Bedroom, living room, bathroom, kid's room and the basement
Straight shot, no chaser, you'll always be my lil' baby
Wanna know how your day been, can't wait to go bare skin
Stretch you out by the bear rug, give you hugs by the fireplace
Going down like the fire escape, estate with the iron gates
All the diamonds got a ping on 'em, living life like a king, don't I?
Walk around with your dream on me
Never front on your team homie
They say sex a weapon, shit, mine got a beam on it
My spinach got cream on it, Ty Dolla gon' sing on it
[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Oh, oh, oh
Drop a hundred of them thangs, spend a little on my baby
Lil' baby, lil' baby
Oh-oh
I just bought a pair of Rollies, got one for my baby
Lil' baby, oh-ohh, lil' baby, ooh
Dolla $ign!
Lil' baby, lil' baby, ooh
Day Party lyrics - 2 Chainz
Yeah, day party at my crib, you invited
Day party at my crib, bring a lighter
Don't be going out by the deep-end if you can't swim
Ain't no lifeguard, yeah, I'm a trife God
Yeah, I'm a Drench God, yeah, hit up this park
Yeah, you gon' need work, yeah, you gon' leave work
Yeah, you gon' need work, yeah, you gon' leave work
Yeah, I'm in and out of the ville, yeah, I got a profit to get
I get to licking around, I get to pointing at bitches
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, what?
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, yeah
Day party at my crib, you invited
Day party at my crib, bring a lighter
BBQ, no key cools, no cheap shoes
Good sea food, good beach food
Should teach schools shit been cooped
Cathedral, unequal, illegal
I go to Gucci to mingle
Got 'em high notes like a singer
I make a left, hit the blinker
Hublot or the AP, both of 'em cost 80 piece
Mealtime, y'all can barely eat
I'm wired up, I can barely sleep
Told y'all niggas, most y'all niggas, showed y'all niggas
Coach y'all niggas, broke y'all niggas, smoked y'all niggas
Choked y'all niggas, poked y'all women
Had them chickens covered like Tabasco
Bales of weed down the street from the pasture
Got a garage filled up with Caspers
Me and my scale live happily ever after
Yeah, you gon' need work, yeah, you gon' leave work
Yeah, you gon' need work, yeah, you gon' leave work
Yeah, I'm in and out of the ville, yeah, I got a profit to get
I get to licking around, I get to pointing at bitches
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, what?
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, yeah
Day party at my crib, you invited
Day party at my crib, bring a lighter
Doors Open lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Future)
[2 Chainz]
DJ Paul!
Choppa kinda old, but a new clip
Shoot your ass, put yo ass on a news clip
Hope her two lips smell like tulips
Put you in the ground right next to the tulips
Nigga talkin' shit on the other side
Tell that pussy nigga I pull up
Used to sell work to his aunt, he ain't push weight
Nigga did pull ups
By the time ya look up, nigga done cook up
When you turn away, a nigga done took her
Got her in the suite, looking like a hooker
Jumpin' on the bed like Jimmy "Fly" Snuka
I take her to the mall and I pocketbook her
You tryna' spend time, nigga probably book her
Yeah, I'm tryna' fuck her, fuck her like I used to
I don't believe in karma, but I believe in Kama Sutra
Put one leg on the other leg
Then I skate away like Winnipeg
And I'm through fucking with these lame niggas
You a zero like a Easter egg
Got a lotta shooters in my repertoire
Got a dope spot called Escobar
Member when I used to play basketball
Now I'm out here playing ratchet ball, ooo!
[Future:]
2 dollars a zip for some Actavis
Purple that Sprite in, then you pour it, you know we want it
Mollies and roxies you know we want it
Trap out that house with the doors open
We put that work in on any corner
That moolah, that fetti, you know we want it
I was trappin' out the house with my doors open
Comin' down through the town with my doors open
Got that carbon on my lap with my doors open
When I'm rollin' through the trap with my doors open
When I'm rollin' through the trap with my doors open
Catch me rolling through the trap with my doors open
Wanna pull up at the club with the doors open
[2 Chainz:]
Bowl like a tournament, she hang like a ornament
Nigga, your jewelry look prosthetic
Rims on my car got it bowlegged
Took your bitch back and got store credit
Still drinking Actavis, niggas is slackin'
I rap like the plastic on packages
Everything I do immaculate
House full of marble, no vacuuming
Charges consist of the trafficking
Trappin' I had the bitch bumpin' like Acne
Gettin' some head on the balcony
So far ahead they in back of me
Walked in the store left my doors open
All my Rolls Royce got 4's on 'em
Heard you niggas told like 400
Been the coldest nigga out the whole summer
Uh, talkin' bout bruh let me hold some
Like we used to sleep on the floor or somethin'
Lookin' for a cup so I could pour some
She brought a friend who brought a friend
We gonna have us a foursome
We started up around 4 or somethin'
We did not stop til like 4 or somethin'
[Future:]
2 dollars a zip for some Actavis
Purple that Sprite in, pour it, you know we want it
Mollies and roxies you know we want it
Trap out that house with the doors open
We put that work in on any corner
That moolah, the fetti, you know we want it
I was trappin' out the house with my doors open
Comin' down through the town with my doors open
Got that carbon on my lap with my doors open
When I'm rollin' through the trap with my doors open
When I'm rollin' through the trap with my doors open
Catch me rolling it through the trap with my doors open
Wanna pull up at the club with the doors open
When I'm fuckin' on your hoe with my doors open
I been smokin' on the dro with the doors open
I pull up in the Rolls with the doors open
I swerve in the block with the doors open
I fuck a nigga hoe with the doors open
I bought this shit with the doors open
Coming down on candy with my doors open
Had a young little bitch with her nose open
Fucked a bitch real good with the doors open
Young nigga pulled up with the doors open
Trap right now keep the fuckin' house open
Here We Go Again lyrics - 2 Chainz
Yeah, let me catch a motherfucking wave
I got a Chanel surfboard let me catch a wave
Woke up this morning
Dick look like a flag pole
Got a cashmere bathrobe
Shit, 200 on the dash board
If you feeling froggy lil nigga gonna jump he still a lil tadpole
Yeah I move a little tad slow cause I'm sipping on the castro
Here we go again
I drink a four again
Not going poor again
Young nigga supposed to win
I asked the Lord to forgive me
I used to jugg at Spondivits
Diamonds for wife and the children
This is my life I'ma live it
I got Jesus on my pendant
Been hustling since an appendix
When you look up I'm lieutenant
When you look up for attendance
Gucci sun all of my tennis
Make this shit look like a business
Make killers look like a witness
Make shopping look like a fitness
Ran the trap fuck the Olympics
You wasn't there you must missed it
I posted pics on my Insta
Don't you become a statistic
Don't you know I know logistics
Still got Riri on my wishlist
Your lady got me on her hit list
Don't think you gonna forget this
Here we go again
I drink a four again
Not going poor again
Young nigga supposed to win
I asked the Lord to forgive me
I used to jugg at Spondivits
Diamonds for wife and the children
This is my life I'ma live it
Yeah, I know they like whats he saying
Spondivits, that's some south side shit
Some Atlanta shit, Virginia Avenue
I used to go up in there get me a bucket of crab legs, melted butter
But at the same time I got a jug in the parking lot though, you dig
Here we go again
I drink a four again
Not going poor again
Young nigga supposed to win
I asked the Lord to forgive me
I used to jugg at Spondivits
Diamonds for wife and the children
This is my life I'ma live it
I tell em', I tell em' meet me over there by the Waffle House
I'm selling bags though no lil shit no poquito
Muy grande, muy muy grande, plug talk
You muy poquito, me muy grande
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