2 Chainz Lyrics

Better Dope lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Cap 1)

[2 Chainz:]

I'm thinking about moving to Mexico

Got my raw paper filled with Texaco

All I ever wanted was some 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

Got my raw paper filled with Texaco

All I ever wanted was some 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

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

Got my raw paper filled with Texaco

All I ever wanted was some better dope

Better dope

How It Feel lyrics - Bankroll Fresh & 2 Chainz

[Bankroll Fresh:]

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

[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

My pimp hand, got these hoes breaking cheddar

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

My pimp hand, got these hoes breaking cheddar

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

My pimp hand, got these hoes breaking cheddar

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

My pimp hand, got these hoes breaking cheddar

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

[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

[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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You niggas cannot ignore it

I'm swippin' and swappin' 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

You niggas cannot ignore it

I'm swippin' and swappin' 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

You niggas cannot ignore it

I'm swippin' and swappin' 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

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

Hit me with ice and the soda

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 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

Hit me with ice and the soda

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

Hit me with ice and the soda

I drop them birds in the water

I got 4 pots on the stove

Cooking up everyone's order

Don't Do It (Intro) lyrics - 2 Chainz

[Shane Caldwell:]

Time in my life I was down so low, a mosquito wouldn't even bite me

I lost my job, my 4 wheel drive, I even got throwed out of my trailer

All because of one thing: freebasing cocaine. That's all my life was, was basing, nothing else. I was on that last lap, with that checker flag about to wave me on into hell

But I got lucky, I got into rehab program down der in Redstone Arsenal down der in Alabama and with dem people helpin' me. Well that smoking white devil is no longer a part of my life. I can proudly say, that white devil is no longer a part of my life and I can proudly say, that today, I do not freebase cocaine

Now I'll take a drink, now. I will take a drink but I do not freebase cocaine. You know, well, I take a drink and I might even smoke a little reefer. You know, you know I like to smoke reefer. You know, it relaxes me and everything. A couple doobies, you know, just ta get you through the day and everything. But, far as basin goes, I don't do it

Now I'll do some toot now. Don't get me wrong. I will do some toot you know. You know if you're partying and everything, and somebody comes up and gives it to you, it's impolite not to take it there. So me and my girlfriend, Sally, we, you know, we party man I tell you. We do party. You know, I will do some toot. We'll do, you know, on a good weekend there we call a bunch of friend over we'll do bout an eight ball of toot there but we don't base. I do not freebase cocaine. I want to make that clear. I don't do it

Trap Back lyrics - 2 Chainz

Listen up, fuck niggas

Let em' know I'm still up in this bitch poppin'

Do so many shows in arenas, my nigga, I need me a locker

Look at my car, how did it get on them sixes?

This flow come from Drizzy

He got it from Migos, they got it from Three 6

Look at my bitches, look at my wristses

Realest nigga in the game, my nigga, ain't no counterfeited

Bitches is thick as Deelishis, doing the dishes

100 million on my wishlist

Taking penitentiary chances, just to drink lean in them Benzes

I want my trap back, I said I want my trap back

I'm from apartments

Used to walk around with work in my backpack

G's all on that shit, G's all in that bitch

12 calling me by my government

Running shit, gunning, she shopping in London and loving it

- I, oh, okay, I think we've had enough... here

- Shush up for one second. You shu-shu-shut. Shut your mouth

- I needed someone to move the--

- Wait, shut your mouth. Shu-shut your--shut your mouth

- I'm sorry. What did you just say?

- You're just coming off stupid

- I'm coming off as stupid? You're wearing tuxedos to a job that requires you to clean bathrooms. Please leave this office, we're done with this interview

- Do we get any sort of souvenir?

- GET OUT OF MY OFFICE!

I want my trap back, I said I want my trap back

They sayin' that money talk, nigga

So you already know that I want my cash back

You niggas ain't talking about shit, Harley Levin

You would've thought that there was some

Kilos on my bus but they didn't find a thing

Hair, man, like Brillo, my flow Armadillo

Catch me first class on Delta with Versace all in my pillow

I been seen a kilo, the dope man my hero

Remember I had that Box Chevy? I set that bitch on some P zeros

You know that I'm rocking Buscemis, and I'm as raw as sashimi

Her head is so cold, my nigga, I think that she gon' need a beanie

Rolling and smoking zucchini, dropping the top on the whips

Making them look like bikinis

I am now balling so hard, I should be on my own boxes of Wheaties, ugh

FREEBASE lyrics - 2 Chainz

What is it?

Freebase

What's free about it? (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

I thought if I said, "Listen, should I talk about freebase and what is it?" or somethin'?

And people said, "Well, no, because then people will start doin' it"

No, let me— I gotta talk about what happened to me

See, where we're from, it's all or nothing

And we take penitentiary chances like it's nothing

We came from nothing

Freebase on top of the oven

Get money my type of discussion

Y'all can do this shit for free, a nigga like me gon' be hustlin'

Freebase, freebase, freebase, freebase

Freebase, freebase, freebase, freebase (2 Chainz)

Freebase

I came from nothing

Me and my niggas, we came from nothing, sold that 'caine like it's nothing

Told you from the introduction, I came from the pain and suffering

Two pit bulls and a TEC-9, TEC-9 use to jam up on me all the time

Swear to god, if you come up in my mama yard, I'ma shoot that motherfucker 'til it get tired

Big dually truck got six tires, big ties when I rhyme mixtapes

And I keep shitting on the competition, I'm about to put out me a shit tape

Guess we ain't playin' by no rules, every night I freestyle on Pro Tools

Tell Flex come to the A, we'll carjack him by one of them regular-ass old schools

I don't respect my elders, these right here Maison Margiela

I cannot get no earrings, it'll make my Rolex jealous

I've been a felon since fifteen, my Expedition had a big screen

Half you niggas was constipated, half you niggas wasn't shit then

Zone one all the way to zone six, fuck y'all, I'll buy my own shit

Fuck y'all, I'll buy my own whip, fuck y'all, I'll buy my own brick

Tell them pussy niggas that ain't pay shit, "Better be ready to let the gat loose"

I done did a song with everybody from Jermaine Dupri down to Papoose

I came from nothing (Skrrt, skrrt)

I came from nothing (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

I came from nothing, I came from nothing (Skrrt, skrrt)

I came from nothing, I came from nothing (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Work hard, play hard, work hard again

My bankroll had twins, can you comprehend?

Seafood lover, I don't eat pork

Used to hit them J's like a three-point, my partner mascot is a pitchfork

And you already know what this for, me too, rent due

Doggin' these hoes like a shih tzu, so cold, I recorded in an igloo

Nigga asked me why I don't drink, man, let me tell you what the wine do

My partner came in and said, "This my girl," I had to tell that motherfucker, "Mine too"

Court dates in the summertime, might pull up in a 'vert

No matter what the charges is, I'ma pull off with a smirk

This right here for Old Nat, this right here for Godby Road

This right here for Riverdale, trappin' at the Stop-N-Go

Trappin' at the Texaco, it was Amaco before it was BP

My plug from Mexico, he fell out when he seen me on TV

Sold drugs to my loved ones and it's hard for me to admit it

The first time I've seen a crack pipe was in my parents' kitchen

I came from nothing (Skrrt, skrrt)

I came from nothing (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

I came from nothing, I came from nothing (Skrrt, skrrt)

I came from nothing, I came from nothing (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Flexin On My Baby Mama lyrics - 2 Chainz

I said I take care of my kids but I'm flexin' on my baby mama

I'm like, "Damn, I shoulda wore a condom!"

Boom, boom, boom

My shoes sold out in one day

Pull out the blueprint, bumpin' dat Gunplay

In a Maybach, pockets stay fat

So fly, I could parallel park on a fucking runway

Going down a one way the wrong way, shoot barrel long range

Swag like pro ball, gave her a ring, phone call

Money talk, pole vault, walked in, drove off

So comfortable at the dealership, I don't take my robe off

I wake up and I get to it, breakfast time I might sea food it

Lunch time I might lamb chop it

And you do is talk shit like you was eatin' booty

Southside in my bloodstream, smokin' on that propane

I could tell ya ass one thing, I like gettin' head wearing both chains

All white with no stains, I been trappin' fore the Grammy nods

I been countin' money so long I'mma need a damn hand massage

So many cars, I can barely park

So many cars, I need another damn garage

I'm famous with my fam around, damn I wish I had my dad around

Gave a nigga a Lamborghini, so that's a motherfuckin' lamb-me-down

Watch how I'mma kill em for the summer

(Watch how I kill 'em)

Watch how I'mma kill em for the summer

(Watch how I kill 'em)

I'm just flexin' on my baby mama

(I'm just flexin')

I'm just flexin' on my baby mama

(I'm just flexin')

Watch how I'mma kill em for the summer

(Watch how I kill 'em)

Watch how I'mma kill em for the summer

(Watch how I kill 'em)

I'm just flexin' on my baby mama

(I'm just flexin')

I'm just flexin' on my baby mama

(I'm just flexin')

Aye, European style my dresscode, gunshots in the club echo

Walk around with a .36 with six shots in my .38 Special

Black car, black Timbs, Bank of America back then

She tryna tell me her life story and all I want is a lap dance

Good times, smokin' J's, rockin' J's, I'm the rap Ernie Barnes

If I paint a canvas it'd be melee, firearms

Viacom, maricón, if she bad I invite her home

Buying chains like I'm buyin' homes

Rims taller than Kevin Hart, Ride Along

Them rhinestones, you ain't shinin', nigga

I ain't hidin' so you ain't gotta find me, nigga

All my clothes are designer, nigga

And my back seat recliner nigga

Came in rockin' all gold and I'm fuckin' all yall hoes

Smokin' on that Lee Haney, sippin' on that hard-boiled

This that get back – click clack, get back

Smokin' on Raw paper, this ain't zig zags

Snakeskin wallpaper, rose gold chandelier

I'm lookin' for a baby eater, can I get a volunteer?

Watch how I'mma kill em for the summer

(Watch how I kill 'em)

Watch how I'mma kill em for the summer

(Watch how I kill 'em)

I'm just flexin' on my baby mama

(I'm just flexin')

I'm just flexin' on my baby mama

(I'm just flexin')

Watch how I'mma kill em for the summer

(Watch how I kill 'em)

Watch how I'mma kill em for the summer

(Watch how I kill 'em)

I'm just flexin' on my baby mama

(I'm just flexin')

I'm just flexin' on my baby mama

(I'm just flexin')

I said I take care of my kids but I'm flexin' on my baby mama

I'm like "Damn, I shoulda wore a condom!"

Boom, boom, boom

Wuda Cuda Shuda lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Boosie)

[2 Chainz:]

You a wuda cuda shuda ass nigga, ol' wuda cuda shuda ass nigga

I woulda went there with y'all, I woulda got me a rental

I coulda stunt in the club, I could fuck every ho in the building

I shoulda got me a plaque, I should get me more attention

No, you should shut the fuck up and leave all the bitchin' to bitches

(Wuda cuda shuda ass nigga, ol' wuda, cuda)

(Wuda cuda shuda ass nigga, ol' ol', ol')

She in stilettos, she walkin' all pigeon toed

Really though, when it come to gettin' dough

If you listen to me, I'm so underground

You have to sit on the floor, oh!

I just thought I'd seen a spaceship, ride right past my airline

Everybody know I dumps that white girl like Kevin Federline

Don't pay me no nevermind

These niggas is buggin', pesticide

I count money in my spare time

Just paid a hundred dollars for a hairline

Label talkin' bout what they woulda did

Bet they hustle me and you could be a winner

Girl, you eat more pussy than me

Girl, you shoulda been a nigga

Pockets swellin' up like Lymph nodes

Been a go-getter from the get go

Always talkin' bout what you was finna do

Damn broad, thought that you were finna get dough!

You a wuda cuda shuda ass nigga, ol' wuda cuda shuda ass nigga

I woulda went there with y'all, I woulda got me a rental

I coulda stunt in the club, I could fuck every ho in the building

I shoulda got me a plaque, I should get me more attention

No, you should shut the fuck up and leave all the bitchin' to bitches

(Wuda cuda shuda ass nigga, ol' wuda, cuda)

(Wuda cuda shuda ass nigga, ol' ol', ol')

[Lil Boosie:]

You a wuda, cuda, shuda ass hater

Wanna be a man so bad homie

Ain't wanna see me get free

If you could you would have caught the stand on me

If I would have shook your hand, I would have been your boy

Now you extra hot since I dun' hit your broad

Now you talkin' now, 'bout sparkin' now

You prolly would shoot somethin' if you had some heart

That Bentley come from exotic rentals

Gotta go back Sunday, so you flat broke Monday

Probably could go spend 200 on somethin'

If you was gettin' Boosie money

You in King of Diamonds throwin' counterfeit

You might as well gon' pussy pop on the stage

All these rappers lyin' on records

O-M-G Hip-Hop, Hooray!

And you probably woulda been up in my video

But that was 'fore I went in

Ain't even write me no letter

You a wuda, shuda, cuda ass friend, busta!

[2 Chainz:]

You a wuda cuda shuda ass nigga, ol' wuda cuda shuda ass nigga

I woulda went there with y'all, I woulda got me a rental

I coulda stunt in the club, I could fuck every ho in the building

I shoulda got me a plaque, I should get me more attention

No, you should shut the fuck up and leave all the bitchin' to bitches

(Wuda cuda shuda ass nigga, ol' wuda, cuda)

(Wuda cuda shuda ass nigga, ol' ol', ol')

Crib In My Closet lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. A$AP Rocky & Rick Ross)

808 Mafia

Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

[2 Chainz:]

Money machine at the bank, I just made me a deposit

Fucked that bitch right on the sink

Is it the pussy or is it the faucet?

I just left the hotel, never let ho in mi casa

All this designer shit it's like a crib in my closet

I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet

Man, all this fuckin' gear it's like a crib in my closet

My Nike shoebox filled with rubber bands

That mean my Nike shoebox is my ATM

Fuck it, I said it, I'm winning, downsouth MC Ren

I might buy some Timbs, or peanut butter MCM

Raised down the street from a crack house

Pull her hair weave 'til the track out

Treat the rap game like a trap game

Tryna make a yellow ho tap out

I got Dolce, I ain't even worn yet, codeine I ain't even po' yet

I could spend millions of dollars, and still won't even be poor yet

Yeah, I'm a motherfucking poet, riding now, motherfucker Ol'Nat

A nigga wearing a Versace shirt, man that's a motherfucking throwback

I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet

All designer shit, I got a crib in my closet

I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet

Man, all designer shit, I got a crib

All designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib

All designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib in my closet man

All designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib in my closet, bitch

[A$AP Rocky:]

Since rappin' turn to fashion, I don't know what happen

Or mishappens, matching turned to swagging

He exposed the world to trappin'

Picture posin' tactics

Hold this that click click, finna' blow this backwards

Money, hoes and fabrics

Scrolling past like ''fuck yo photo caption''

If ye ain't got it then you bragging, that's automatic

I see no need for me to Tweet, these bitches know my status

I'm the shit, all designer shit, got all kinds of shit

Got Prada around from 1999 and shit, bet you won't find the shit

I'm on my Anna shit, that's Wintour

It's dressed like it's Met Ball

I'm in Vogue, this winter, the runway, no in store

Got a crib in my closet, Spanish chick in my casa

So much space in my closet, fit your crib in my closet

[2 Chainz:]

I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet

All designer shit, I got a crib in my closet

I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet

Man, all designer shit, I got a crib

All designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib

All designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib in my closet man

All designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib in my closet, bitch

[Rick Ross:]

I got more sneakers than niggas, over 4000 pairs

Most all white like the Rhode Island mayor

Got a crib in my closet, hustle every day, nigga

If you work with them people, I'm unavailable, nigga

You smell like pork in a Mecca, Lord be my protector

Second row at the fight, bitch get on my level

Larry Merchant my nigga, I got Holyfield money

Finger your girl at Coachella, gotta roll in that for me

You should see me in Lennox, I shop 'til I drop

Spent so much on the watch, had a seizure and shock

Wake up and ball, watch how I walk

Money all on my mind, call 'em lucrative thoughts

[2 Chainz:]

I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet

All designer shit, I got a crib in my closet

I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet

Man, all designer shit, I got a crib

All designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib

All designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib in my closet man

All designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib in my closet, bitch

They Know lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Cap 1 & Ty Dolla Sign)

[2 Chainz:]

Paid $100 for some head, nigga, say you ain't did it!

I know where a lick is for a mil', nigga, say you ain't with it!

Now if we hit this lick, nigga, & you don't want to split it

Then it's bow, bow, bow to your motherfuckin' fitted, now!

I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck!

I pull up in that truck, Pull up in that truck

I run that bitch over, call it Trukfit

And yeah I'm on my own, I'm screamin' "Fuck it"

Fuck it, I'm whippin' it crazy

I'm ridin' the foreign, I'm doin' 180

My chain so heavy, my brain so deadly

Type of nigga buy the watch & change the bezzy

They ain't never seen me comin' like this

Smokin' on that gasoline in the VIP

They need ding-a-ling for the trampoline

Cause all these bitches want to do is jump on the dick

I hop over fence, I'm offended by co-defendants

Drink codeine for mornin' sickness

Your dad was a motherfuckin' snitch, so nigga, you were born a witness

Allstate, accident forgiveness

Say my name by accident, We actin' ignorant

Doing a drive-by while you playin' different

This that Me Time at the finest

You won't beat me or see me whinin'

I am gangsta like the Raiders cap with a Jheri Curl on the side

I like thighs & breasts, I hide from stress

I don't even know where my phone at

Crib so motherfuckin big, I don't even know where my room at!

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

Whip so fast they say "There he go"

Bitch so bad, man, I think she know

Turned 100 to a mill, man I think they know

Juugin' on the low, man, I think they know

I think they know, I think they know

I think they know, yeah yeah, I think they know

I think they know, I think they know

I think they know, yeah yeah, I think they know

[Cap 1:]

I think they know it, if they don't then fuck it I show it

Blow it like you owe it, ordered a case of Moet

Y'all get to going back to back in foreigns

All black like I'm wanted

Got your bitch zoning, send her back in the morning

That money coming, trying to stack it enormous

You niggas pussy, fucking rat on your homies

I think they know it, they know it, they know it

I got a plane that's sittin round the corner

I got some bitches here from California

Got on my chains, I'm lookin like a dope boy

These niggas don't want it, I put that on mañana

My chain into 100, my belt Ferragamo

Go to LA, meet the plug at Katanas

I'm still the king of my city and they know it

And I paint pictures with these words, I'm a poet

And I drop the top on my whip, and we soarin'

A 50 a check then I'm in it, if niggas stay with it then they get extorted

And I'm gone

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

Whip so fast they say "There he go"

Bitch so bad, man, I think she know

Turned 100 to a mill, man I think they know

Juugin' on the low, man, I think they know

I think they know, I think they know

I think they know, yeah yeah, I think they know

I think they know, I think they know

I think they know, yeah yeah, I think they know

B.O.A.T.S. II: Me Time (2013)

Fork
36
Feds Watching
Where U Been?
I Do It
Used 2
Netflix
Extra
U Da Realest
Beautiful Pain
So We Can Live
Mainstream Rachet
Black Unicorn
Outroduction
Employee Of The Month (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
Live And Learn (I Will) (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
Livin (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

Fork lyrics - 2 Chainz

Mama, MAMA!

(Wha, What!)

You get that money out my pants last night?

(Boy! Naw I ain't get no money out yo pants! And quit yellin' at me!!)

Ain't nobody hollin' at you!

I had a dream that rap wouldn't work

I woke up on the block, had to hit it with the fork

Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork

Rap don't work, records ain't bein' sold

So much money on me, it won't even fold

I got Medusa on my sneakers

My dick up like "nice to meet ya"

100K for a feature, hundred K's at my leisure

Then we aim at your people

I be higher than a eagle

When I'm sipping on that codeine

Free my nigga Sigel

Ridin' on a jet, headin' to that Costa

Soon as I land I be in that Testarossa

If I die tonight, you gon' see some flexin' ghostas

I'm the man in my city, same thing in South Dakota

Man I'm running up that check, show you how I do it

I drink red bitches, I don't drink Red Bulls

Man they tried to give me wings, but I already had some

I'm all that and then some, my trap house is my income

And it's booming

I had a dream, rap wouldn't work

Woke up on the block, hit it with the fork

Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork

Rap don't work, records ain't bein' sold

So much money on me, it won't even fold

2 Chainz!

I'm ballin' like Mr. Clean

I gotta keep my kitchen clean

God bless me like I'm finna sneeze

Doctor weigh me on a triple beam

D-boy in parenthesis

All gold in my amenities

2 Chainz, two pinky rings

My trigger finger's like a lemon squeeze (Baow!)

Climax! Make your main ho my side-chick

I'm so high, your whore get hijacked

And my vision is Pyrex

I do it big like a 5X

Killed they ass with the eyepatch

I got bad bitches on my side

I done fucked around and got sidetracked

My first night, I spent five stacks

Next night I forgot to count

I'm so hot; who gon' put the fire out?

I'm the fireman, I put fire out

Got a pole in my basement

Tipped your girl like Maliah now

Ridin' on these motherfucka's until they blow my tires out, uh

My wrist deserve a shout-out, I'm like "What up, wrist?"

My stove deserve a shout-out, I'm like "What up, stove?"

All this jewelry on then I'm out cold

So much money on me, it won't even fold!

I had a dream, rap wouldn't work

Woke up on the block, hit it with the fork

Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork

Rap don't work, records ain't bein' sold

So much money on me, it won't even fold

36 lyrics - 2 Chainz

That's how many ounces in a brick

36, 36, 36, 36

That's how many ounces in a brick

Whip that shit, with my wrist

I might whip your bitch if she ain't with that shit

Young whippersnapper, I might eat that snapper

Got a yellow bitch, gotta whip to match her

All I know is soda bakin', all them other niggas fakin'

Watch them niggas fall to pieces all them other niggas flakin'

Did it for my city sellin' crack out my building

Now I ride around with a crack in the ceiling

Exhale, Ziplock, flip-flop with them burglar doors

Yeah, I got that hard work, nigga, you are unemployed

Residue all on the floor, just made a mill

So you know that's what I'm hungry for, get it how you live

That's how many ounces in a brick

36, 36, 36, 36

That's how many ounces in a brick

Feds Watching lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Pharrell)

[Pharrell and 2 Chainz:]

Uh, oh, oh, oh

Tomorrow, tomorrow

Tomorrow, tomorrow (Yeah)

Tomorrow, tomorrow (I'm talking right now)

Ain't no such thing as tomorrow

Tomorrow, tomorrow

Uh, the way we living today

I'm talking right now

Tomorrow, tomorrow

Do, do, do, do, do

(2 Chainz!)

[2 Chainz:]

Dreads hang on designer everything

Mr. Comme des Garçons, Mr. Alexander Wang

Mr. Chain, pinky ring, flow insane, ho insane

Man, these shoes I got on, these the hardest I've done seen

It look clean when you pour it; I remix it make it dirty

If she got good head and text me I text back and tell her "hurry"

This that category 5 when I walk up in the strip club

Throw it high, make you and George Washington head butt

OG's never fed us, now young niggas fed up

Ballin' so hard I deserve a and one

Baking soda marketing, I'm getting it ain't I? Obviously

You a bitch, you a ho, that's just my philosophy

And I'm known to kick it like the captain of a soccer team

Billie Jean red leather same color Red Lobster

And she brain wash ya - head doctor

I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching

[2 Chainz and Pharrell:]

I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching

Drop top, head bopping

I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching

Drop top, head bopping

[2 Chainz:]

Grams to Grammys, two guns Yosemite

Niggas put their Glock on your ass, fuck that Heather B

Pumping that amphetamine, all this D I'm peddling

I be somewhere settling, somewhere that you have never been

To the top you never been, you might need a respirator

Money on the rise like I'm counting on an elevator

You gon' need a detonator swimming with them barracudas

Close the docket on that ma'fucka prosecutor

This Armani, this Givenchy, I parachute you

I'm so fly I jumped out the air wearing Gucci (Tell 'em!)

I'm raw, talking California Rolls

Smoking California weed with California hoes (Truu!)

Sending flicks to my partners in the state pen

I just got some pants made out of snake skin

See them shades you got on called Ray-Bans

And the shades I got on cost eight bands (damn)

[2 Chainz and Pharrell:]

I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching

Drop top, head bopping

I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching

Drop top, head bopping

Where U Been? lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Cap-1)

[2 Chainz:]

I keep my hoes in check, you buy Nike for yours

Say they want that loud, I'mma bring that noise

Check my watch on a flight, yeah, I call that airtime

Murk 'em in the middle of the street, that gon' be his deadline

Yeah, you gon' respect mine, got a body on my Tec-9

Say you nobody 'till somebody gon' body you, flatline

Pocket full of dead guys and you know I'm anti

Anti-social, anti-lame, but ain't I cool nigga, ain't I?

You looking at a star that's spaced out

Trying to take my style then take off

I go to work with no days off, everything all paid off

Shawty pussy hair shaved off and she did it just for me, nigga

Would skip you like a spacebar, but I much rather delete niggas

I been getting money, where the fuck you been?

Bought a new crib just to fuck you in

I been getting to the money, where the fuck you been?

Gucci hat (Gucci hat), Gucci belt

If you wrote a autobiography, you'd have to sue yourself

Yo' lying ass, codeine in my wine glass

I know you had a wild past, I ain't fucked you in a while with yo' wild ass

I get high and I fly past, I don't know nothing 'bout iChat

I'm working this iPhone, they need an app called iTrap

I trap, shining like a night lamp

I just hit my girlfriend and asked her where her wife at

White cup, white hat, laying on a white couch

Got that presidential in a residential white house

Nigga saying "who?" (who) like a white owl

You can see me shinin' (shinin') with the light out, come on

I been getting money, where the fuck you been?

Bought a new crib just to fuck you in

I been getting to the money, where the fuck you been?

[Cap-1:]

Turn five to a ten to a twenty to fifty

To hundred, my niggas get money, I want it

Ride through the city, my niggas got choppers

My bitch, she's so pretty, that's my Pocahontas

Everything on me, I shine like a trophy

Run up a check while they watch out for police

Versace my pinky, a brick on my Rollie

That Cali Ferrari, I'm feeling like Kobe

T-R-U, that's to the death of me, nigga

Killers on the right and left of me, nigga

My destiny, nigga, to get all this money

I can't, I can't share that whole recipe with ya

My nigga told me "Get 'em, get it?" I got 'em

Stand on that couch and just drink out the bottle

That .40 got hollows, that bitch, she gon' swallow

Get to that money, I'm King of Chicago

Bought a new crib just to fuck you in

Bought that Benz just to fuck your friends

Giuseppe's 900 with the gold bars

Everything about me raw like a dope charge

I been getting money, where the fuck you been?

Bought a new crib just to fuck you in

I been getting to the money, where the fuck you been?

I Do It lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Drake & Lil Wayne)

[2 Chainz:]

Thank God for the first nigga to start trapping

Thank God for the first nigga to start rapping

Thank God for the first girl to start stripping

And I'ma have to keep it muh'fuckin' real with 'em

I got a problem, with these niggas

I got a problem, with these bitches

Trigger finger, keep itchin'

Well I'll pull it, I'll do it, yeah

[2 Chainz (All):]

Yeah! Hang up on a bitch, call it crucified

Time to go to work, no suit and tie

Bumpin' Makaveli, I be trappin' out the telly

My nigga did a dime and he back already

Got that sack already, man we got them racks already

As far as your girl, I hit it from the back already

I tried to get a tan, but I'm black already

Your pockets on a diet, my pockets fat already

Three niggas with me, me myself and I

God don't like ugly, you should testify

My T-shirt come from Bergdorf

I make so much on a verse I take the third off

Bird call, swerve off

Bust a nut on her, tell her that's a load off

Shorty ass soft, like a Nerf ball

If you don't like what I'm doing, nigga, (fuck y'all}

[2 Chainz:]

Thank God for the first nigga to start trapping

Thank God for the first nigga to start rapping

Thank God for the first girl to start stripping

And I'ma have to keep it muh'fuckin' real with 'em

I got a problem, with these niggas

I got a problem, with these bitches

Trigger finger, keep itchin'

Well I'll pull it, I'll do it, yeah

[Drake (Lil Wayne) {Both} & *All*:]

Drank in my cup holder, hope this shit don't spill

Pull up in the new edition and that's word to Johnny Gill

How I come up with this shit and all these verses that I kill?

I have no imagination, everything I do for real

Bitch I'm camouflaged, down put your camera phone down

If she got a ass and the girl a fan, it's going down

I'ma fuck you like I've been waiting a century for it

Give the pussy up and I'll trade you the memory for it

In the bedroom forever, that's what her roommate will tell you

Man I just hear this shit and think about what Tunechi will tell you

He might {call up Patricia, she 'bout to call up Melissa}

(Tell 'em come to the cribbo and do them both, double dribble)

(I'm colder than a hospital, she love the dick that I give her)

(Hit her from the front, back, side, twist her like cigarillos)

(I put the gun to the pillow, I don't want blood on my clothes)

(Gotta keep that Trukfit fresh) {shoutout to all of my hoes}

(Tunechi) That's just how my OG would sum it up

I been working all winter just to fuck the summer up

It's just me and 2 Chainz, but the chain's never tucked though

If you don't like what I'm doing, nigga *fuck y'all*

[2 Chainz:]

Thank God for the first nigga to start trapping

Thank God for the first nigga to start rapping

Thank God for the first girl to start stripping

And I'ma have to keep it muh'fuckin' real with 'em

I got a problem, with these niggas

I got a problem, with these bitches

Trigger finger, keep itchin'

Well I'll pull it, I'll do it, yeah

[Lil Wayne:]

(Well, if you know like I know, that pussy pop like pyro)

(And she know I'm a pothead, that pussy like a pothole)

(I'm colder than a snotnose, man all these hoes is my hoes)

(And if she bougie, fuck her once then leave her hanging, dry clothes)

(I just built a cemetery, niggas dying to get in)

(Niggas lying, they pretend, don't cross that line, it's paper thin)

(High as a star, make a wish, I'm a shark, I ate the fish)

(I got no heart, I hate that bitch)

[2 Chainz (All):]

You hate that bitch? Well I hate that bitch

Will jump a nigga like a chessboard

Do a drive by while you riding on your skateboard, uh

They ain't even know it

Have Drake sing a song just to get her pussy wet

Then I take her to the crib, man, fuck that bitch right on the step

Put it in and take it back out, then I back out

Hair-Hair Weave Killer known to snatch the fucking track out

Put me in the ga-game coach, I'm the antidote

Pull up, kick, throw and take the money, and the dope

True, 2 Chainz, I'm on a plane, and a boat

I am so cold, I need a cover, and a coat

Kick it at the mall, call it football

If you don't like what I'm doing, nigga, (fuck y'all)

[Quartet:]

(Y'all ready? 1, 2, 3)

Right now it's me time

(A little time for myself y'all) Me time

(Oh yeah) Right now it's me time

(Don't want no one else now) Me time

Bitch please don't call my phone (don't call my phone)

Said I wanna be left alone (be left alone)

Please, please don't stop by my home (stop by my home)

No, no cause I feel it's just a matter of time

'Til you people make me lose my mind

I'm 'bout to leave this world behind, yeah, yeah

Right now it's me time

(You need to go kick rocks now) Me time

Used 2 lyrics - 2 Chainz

I still fuck 'em like I used to

I need to put that shit on YouTube

Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy

Single ladies come and have my baby

I still fuck 'em like I used too

I need to put that shit on YouTube

Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy

Hey, my nigga, come and grab your lady

Yeah, I'm the nigga, yeah, don't forget it, yeah

Gold Nefertiti , yeah, Lamborghini, yeah

Man in my city, yeah, they call me Tity, yeah

Bad bitch with me, yeah, she's sidity, yeah

Got her hair fixed, yeah, kinda thick, yeah

Shawty known to strip, yeah, for the rent, yeah

Tryna do a split, yeah, oh shit, yeah

Can you do a split, yeah? On a dick, yeah?

You can't do it with a dick in you

You can't do it like that with a dick in you, uh

You can't do it with a dick in you

You can't do it like that with a dick in you, bitch!

I still fuck 'em like I used to

I need to put that shit on YouTube

Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy

Single ladies come and have my baby

I still fuck 'em like I used too

I need to put that shit on YouTube

Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy

Hey, my nigga, come and grab your lady

Watch how I grab her, yeah, I'mma stab her, yeah

Put it in her bladder, yeah, don't compare me, yeah

Flyin' out to Cali, yeah, in my Ballys, yeah

We go to Miami, yeah, that my family, yeah

ATL my hood, yeah, understood, yeah

Shout out to New Orleans, yeah, it's all good, yeah

Watch how I do, yeah, I'm a fool, yeah

Shawty want that wood, yeah, that pussy good, yeah

Let me see you twerk it, let me see if you can twerk it

Let me see you twerk it, let me see if you can twerk it, bitch!

I still fuck 'em like I used to

I need to put that shit on YouTube

Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy

Single ladies come and have my baby

I still fuck 'em like I used too

I need to put that shit on YouTube

Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy

Hey, my nigga, come and grab your lady

Get low like this

Up, do it, up, shake it

Wipe, down, outfit

I get money like I used to

Chains on, I use two

Guns on me like I used to

I'll fuck ya ass on YouTube (a million views!)

I still fuck 'em like I used to

I need to put that shit on YouTube

Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy

Single ladies come and have my baby

I still fuck 'em like I used too

I need to put that shit on YouTube

Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy

Hey, my nigga, come and grab your lady

Netflix lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Fergie)

[2 Chainz:]

I smoked a blunt for dinner, another blunt for breakfast

2 Chainz, got 'em staring at my necklace

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

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

I'm dodging paparazzi, my outfit from Versace

Copy, copy, all these niggas just copy

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

[2 Chainz & Fergie:]

I know you had the time of your life

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

I'll be countin' this shit all night

I know you had the time of your life

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

I'll be countin' this shit all night

[Fergie:]

When I die, bury me inside the liquor store

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[2 Chainz & Fergie:]

I know you had the time of your life

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

I'll be countin' this shit all night

I know you had the time of your life

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

I'll be countin' this shit all night

[2 Chainz:]

Yeah, yeah

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

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

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

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

She just wanna freak, she don't wanna sleep

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

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

I call doin' a 69 a favor for a favor

From the cradle to the grave

Shoot a nigga from his ankle to his waist

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

Fucked a bitch in her eyelashes

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

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

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

Goddamn!

2 Chainz Lyrics

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Better Dope lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Cap 1)

How It Feel lyrics - Bankroll Fresh & 2 Chainz

Natural lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Short Dawg)

Makin It Werk lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Skooly & Bankroll Fresh)

Someone To Love lyrics - Mike WiLL Made-It (feat. 2 Chainz, Cap-1 & Skooly)

Trap House Stalkin lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Young Dolph & Cap 1)

Granny lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Bankroll Fresh & PeeWee Longway)

Please Don't lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Skooly & Short Dawg)

Fuk U Pay Me lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Young Dolph)

Keep It 100 lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Skooly, Short Dawg, Cap 1 & Kaleb)

Can't Tell Me Shyt lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Cap 1 & Skooly)

Foreign lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Skooly)

Part 2 lyrics - 2 Chainz

Xanny lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Cap 1 & Skooly)

Bird Bath lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Cap 1)

EP: Freebase (2014)

Don't Do It (Intro) lyrics - 2 Chainz

Trap Back lyrics - 2 Chainz

FREEBASE lyrics - 2 Chainz

Flexin On My Baby Mama lyrics - 2 Chainz

Wuda Cuda Shuda lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Boosie)

Crib In My Closet lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. A$AP Rocky & Rick Ross)

They Know lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Cap 1 & Ty Dolla Sign)

B.O.A.T.S. II: Me Time (2013)

Fork lyrics - 2 Chainz

36 lyrics - 2 Chainz

Feds Watching lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Pharrell)

Where U Been? lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Cap-1)

I Do It lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Drake & Lil Wayne)

Used 2 lyrics - 2 Chainz

Netflix lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Fergie)

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