100 Joints lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)

Yeah uum

No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day

Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe

No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day

Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe

No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day

Yeah

Hop up out that motherfucker swagging

Hop up out that motherfucker dabbing

Had an old school on some 'rellis

Used to go to school in some Bally's

Flexing Macho Man Randy Savage

Oh I'm 'bout to let these niggas have it

School of hard knocks I graduated

I got all my rims straight from Bailey's

Yeah

Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe

No matter what they say 100 joints a day

I had 'em pre rolled all yesterday

You need your passport for our second date

You know I'm fly nigga rocking reptiles

I'm whooping on this beat like a step child

Big ring and a charm to match

Ya my role model was Project Pat

Life is too short, nigga born to mac

I hop up out that coupe nigga rat, rat

Hating on the style I hope you die today

I hope they ass don't find your ass for 30 days

Mind on my money, money on the stage

Ain't judge a book by its cover turn the page

I like her on the pole that's the business nigga

As soon as she get off I'mma kick it with her

Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe

No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day

Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe

Don't matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day

Time to switch it up for 'em

Time to flip it up for 'em

Got a Masi on the corner

Pull it out when I want to

Pull your bitch when I want her

Marijuana in the joint

Codeine in a Styrofoam, that's getting to the point

East Point in this motherfucker

College Park in this motherfucker

West Side in this motherfucker

The best died in this motherfucker

My damn street know I'm riding through it

Four four two on the hood

Do this shit here for the hood

Why you niggas shit on the hood?

Two two three at the sunroof

Niggas spitting like one tooth

Turn around and see white smoke when I leave out the mic booth

I'm tight nigga that's known

Put gold on the white coupe

Put gold on the white tooth

Put gold on my wife too

Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe

No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day

Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe

No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day

Yeah

Laying by my chopper, its laying by my safe

No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day

Laying by my chopper, its laying by my safe

No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day, lil' bitch

Rolls Royce Weather Everyday lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)

[2 Chainz:]

I sip drank with my dinner, smoke some gas before breakfast

Bitches know my name and I don't have to wear a necklace (2 Chainz)

Bought a Wraith for Winter and a vert for the Summer

'Member twelfth grade I sold some work to undercover

Mama only child we stayed in a one bedroom (tru)

Used to ride MARTA 'cause it had more leg room

I'm a ghetto boy, I came up on Brad Jordan

First lick I made, I bought five pairs of Jordans

Make it so bad, two pair were the same

I see the old me in new cats in the game

Drop some loose change on some clothes I can't pronounce

Gun so muhfuckin' big you gotta crouch

I like pretty girls with some business about theyself

Bring your best friend, you don't need nobody else

All about that mula, Netflix, and the Moscato

In my sex drive, I ride over potholes

I do me, I get high, I get fly, I get paid

I do me, I get high, I get fly everyday

I do me, I get high, I get fly, I get paid

I do me, I get high, I get fly everyday

[Lil Wayne:]

I just got a text message from wifey, nigga

I scroll down, the next message from Nike, nigga

I'm just doing it too big on these tiny niggas

I been lost my fuckin' mind, I never mind these niggas

Pockets deep and I'mma get in depth like like Johnny nigga

Acting like they on the edge, I'm a step behind these niggas

Outthink, outshine these niggas

Eyes chink like Chinese niggas

Fast lane, fast life, you blink you probably miss us

You thinking 'bout your missus

I'm thinking about my missions

We think you outchea snitching, that's why we 'round here whispering

I think my palms are itching, I think my bomb is ticking

I keep that Maggie on me, I think I'm Homer Simpson

Money over bitches, should be a Bible scripture

Bitches, hoes, and women, I don't know the difference

All I know is this shit, I don't owe them bitches

I do me and love it, Lord I done overdid it

[2 Chainz:]

I do me, I get high, I get fly, I get paid

I do me, I get high, I get fly everyday

I do me, I get high, I get fly, I get paid

I do me, I get high, I get fly everyday

[Lil Wayne:]

All I know is this shit, I don't owe them bitches

I do me and love it, I done overdid it

I don't owe them niggas, I don't owe them niggas

I do me and love it, I done overdid it

What Happened lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)

[Lil Wayne:]

Yeah

Ooh whoa-oh oh

Ugh

What happened? (What happened? Yeah)

What happened? (What happened? Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, damn, girl, what happened? (What happened?)

What happened? (What happened?)

I thought you weren't fucking with me no more

Damn, girl, what happened? (What happened?)

I thought you wasn't fucking with me no more

What happened? What happened?

Yeah, she say "Oh, you got that comeback"

She say my dick is a necessity (Woo)

Drop my drawers and pull out my longevity

She just hop on it, and then, she forget everything

Oh, she so open, who said sesame?

When she leave me, she come back like she ain't never leave (Never leave)

She talk bad about my new bitch 'cause we got chemistry (Oh)

She said "it ain't jealousy"—allegedly

I thought you weren't fucking with me no more

Girl, what happened?

You act like you don't miss me, oh my God, you suck at acting

I'm like, I thought weren't fucking with me no more

Girl, I'm laughing

She said, she'll get real when that vibrator out of batteries

She be talking about how she moving on with her life (Yeah)

She tired of my shit and she can do better (Yeah)

She told herself she ain't fucking with me no more (Yeah)

She'll lie to herself, she'll lie to who whatever (Oh)

Talking 'bout, she seen me with such-and-such (Oh)

I say it's nothing, it's just fuck-and-duck (Ayy)

She say, "Yeah, right, nigga, what I look like?" (Ayy)

I said "Just like my next daughter or sum'n"

So she said "Oh, you make me sick

I love you, I hate you, I'm leaving, I'm lying

'Cause none of them niggas could never be you

They can never be you, the 'o' nor the 'y'"

If she's over me, I look up to the sky (Woo)

I see her falling for me like a bomb (Boom)

She said "I know you'll miss me when I'm gone"

I just co­sign; we make up for lost time

She always say, "This is the last time"

(She always say this is the last time)

She love better than she lie

(She love better than she lie)

She always say, "This is the last time"

She said that last time, wait

[Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz:]

Wait, I thought you weren't fucking with me no more

Girl, what happened? (Girl, what happened?)

Thought you weren't fucking with me no more

Girl, what happened? (Ooh)

You're lying to yourself (Stop lying, stop lying)

Oh, then you compromise with yourself, ayy

Wait, I thought you weren't fucking with me no more (Hold up, hold up)

I thought you weren't fucking with me no more

Damn girl what happened? (Hold up)

What happened? What happened?

[2 Chainz:]

First, you change your email

Then your number became private (Yeah)

Bet you think you found another nigga you can vibe with

Quit lying to yourself (Yeah), retrace all your steps

Fucking with them suckers

They gon' have you playing with yourself (Damn)

I'm a smooth operator; you don't need a vibrator

Licking everything below the navel, 'cause I'm able

Ball so muhfuckin' hard, tape my ankle

Ball so muhfuckin' hard, check my bankroll (Yeah, yeah)

First, talkin' bout, you don't fuck with a nigga

Go out of town like you done with a nigga

Really ain't much you ain't done with a nigga

Shots, straight liquor, make a nigga wanna lick it

I put the "X" in "Exceptional"

I put the "X" into "extra," ho

I put the "X" into "X and O"

I got the game, I'm professional, yeah

My dick is the antidote

She like me on top like an antelope

That time I had smoked with your best friend

I wanted to fuck y'all on the patio

You miss when I kiss on your earring

You miss when I kiss on your clit ring

Thats why I put you in this sixteen

I'll fuck you and watch on the big screen (Yeah)

[Lil Wayne:]

You always say this is ya last time

You couldn't tell that at a campfire

You always say this is ya last time

You said that last time, girl wait

I thought you wasn't fucking with me no more

Girl, what happened

I thought you wasn't fucking with me no more

Girl, what happened

You're lying to yaself (Stop lying)

You compromise with yaself

I thought you wasn't fucking with me no more

Girl, what happened

I thought you wasn't fucking with me no more

Girl, what happened

You're lying to ya self, (stop lying) you compromise with yaself

I thought you wasn't fucking with me no more

I thought you wasn't fucking with me no more

Damn girl what happened

What happened

What happened

Know what I am saying, no auto tune on this shit Collegrove

Section lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)

[2 Chainz:]

You niggas ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section

You niggas ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section

You bitches ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section

You bitches ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section

Might get some work I might come up

My favorite hustler is Stunna

My favorite rapper is me

My bank account filled with commas

You niggas ain't talking about nothing what y'all doing in my section

You bitches ain't talking about nothing what y'all doing in my section

I got them commas on commas

I'm rocking Polo pajamas

I went to jail, I might go to Hell, I used to sell drugs to my momma

I got a scale, I'm ducking from 12, eat Benihana's like McDonald's

My partner got jammed, he can't see his fam, so middle finger to your honor

Fuck is you doing in my section

Fuck my girl with no protection

Fuck the world with no protection

She fell in love with my profession

I trap and I rap on the side of course

She feeling the ride of course

I had to style the Porsche

I got the loud of course

I wore a smile to court, flexing!

Ya you know I'm flexing

Shawty said she wanted Houston's, so I flew her to Texas

And my shawty so damn fine I charge you to text her

I got a selection in my collection

So why the fuck are you in my section?

You niggas ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section

You niggas ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section

You bitches ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section

You bitches ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section

Might get some work I might come up

My favorite hustler is Stunna

My favorite rapper is me

My bank account filled with commas

You niggas ain't talking about nothing what y'all doing in my section

You bitches ain't talking about nothing what y'all doing in my section

[Lil' Wayne:]

Walk around this bitch with a mean mug

I walk around my house with a lean mug

She pull my dick out and get a bear hug

And then the bitch swallow all of these cubs

I walk up in your house with machine guns

Catch you on the couch watching re-runs

Shoot first then I ask questions later

Nigga mad when I get no response

Been had hoes since peach fuzz

Been had money since peach fuzz

Shining on these motherfucking bitch niggas

I feel like the sun on a beach bum

My slime got the cannon and he a loose cannon

And I got the cannon and I am no different

I got that money, money's not a problem

How you like my Spanish, money's no problemo

Up in my section I'm laughing with bitches

I don't get the jokes but I do get the pussy

Smoking that loud I know you want to shoosh me

Don't need security my homie a bully

Take me a shot hit the blunt throw my set up

If she ain't fucking thats ok no pressure

I gladly tell her like Stuttering Stanley pl-pl-pl-please

Bitch get the fuck out my section!

[2 Chainz:]

You niggas ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section

You niggas ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section

You bitches ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section

You bitches ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section

Might get some work I might come up

My favorite hustler is Stunna

My favorite rapper is me

My bank account filled with commas

You niggas ain't talking about nothing what y'all doing in my section

You bitches ain't talking about nothing what y'all doing in my section

Watch Out lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. DJ Bigga Rankin)

Yo, okay

All my niggas with me

All my niggas with it

All my niggas ballin'

All my niggas athletic

All my niggas A1

All got street cred

All my niggas ballin'

All my niggas athletic

Pulled up in a Phantom

Pulled off with a dancer

Got a pocket full of money

Kinda hard to keep my pants up

Nigga tryna run them bands up

Fuck a bitch with my hands up

Lil Quay fuck the Xans up

Kinda hard to understand her

Duffle bags in the Escalade

Call the bitch, there a bread truck

Got the bitch going retarded

Call Uber for a spare truck

All these niggas never scared us

All these niggas never ran up

Bitch tryna put the head on me

Niggas tryna put the feds on me!

Niggas tryna take meds on me

Everything for the players only

Niggas sunny like Arizona

Gunshots just for sayin' something

Spraying shit like aerosol

You a foul and that's a fair ball

Nigga can't reach the goals

Keep shootin' them damn air balls

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch

Uh, watch out, lil bitch

You getting mad

I'm getting rich!

You getting mad

And I'm getting rich!

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch (Stiff arm)

Hey, watch out, lil bitch

You getting mad

I'm getting rich

You getting mad

Bitch, I'm getting rich

Watch out, lil ho

My partners still smoke on parole

They say that I'm crazy

I used to talk to a stove

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

Go to the dealership, fishtail off the lot

You know I'm comin' straight out the block

You know I'm comin' straight of the top

Shawty said she want 5 million

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

Shit, you can like it or not, damn

I'm comin' straight out the pot

Still got some Act' in my stock

Nigga I ain't gotta lie

Nigga I ain't gotta try

You wavin' that thing in the sky?

We wavin' that thing at your body

We wavin' that thing at your eye!

Look at the watch on my wrist

Got 'em all watchin' my wrist

Told that lil bitch I'll pass

Nigga watch the assist

I run the trap like the marathon

You niggas softer than silicone

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

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

I had a sit down with Farrakhan

Turn the White House to the Terrordome

I used to serve at the Chevron

I used to serve with my necklace on, bitch!

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch

Uh, watch out, lil bitch

You getting mad

I'm getting rich

You getting mad

And I'm getting rich

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch

(Stiff arm)

Hey, watch out, lil bitch

You getting mad

I'm getting rich

You getting mad

Bitch, I'm getting rich

EP: Felt Like Cappin (2016)

• Felt Like Cappin
• MF'N Right
• Back On The Bullshyt
• Not Invited
• Mindin' My Business
• This Me, Fuck It 

Felt Like Cappin lyrics - 2 Chainz

Felt like cappin'

I felt like cappin'

I felt like cappin'

I felt like cappin'

Been havin' that happy hour

Presidential Rolex, I declare

I don't care what they doing over there

Wrap my dreads in a ponytail

I thumb through the cash right in front of folks

AK on the yacht, that's my banana boat

South Florida for the winter, I got sunburn

Half you niggas was some suckers in the lunchroom

I don't care about the tats on your face

Them bitches cost 15 dollars

I don't care about the pills that you take

Them bitches cost 15 dollars

I'm a rich nigga, I take rich drugs

Smoking gas and drinking lean in the strip club

Got too many kids to play with you niggas

I'm lost for words, nothing to say to you niggas

I got a Maybach, a Chevelle, a Drophead

A Wraith, a Audi, Infinity

Got a tour bus that's long as a fucking centipede

Got a Panamera, a duely and a sling

Cappin', I'm cappin', I'm cappin', I'm cappin'

I put it in your face like a motherfucking napkin

Got me a Sprinter just to play the fucking game in

At nighttime I turn that bitch to the Days Inn

Two crosses on and they looking like "Ay man"

They looking at me like I'm paid man

It's nothing much that I can say man

'Cause my actions speak louder than my fragrance

Felt like cappin'

I felt like cappin'

I felt like cappin'

I felt like cappin'

I felt like cappin'

I felt like cappin'

I felt like cappin'

Felt like cappin'

MF'N Right lyrics - 2 Chainz

Now that's crazy

Now that's hard Mike WiLL, that's hard

See I ain't see it like that, that's hard

You hard bruh

That's why, that's why we been friends for so long bruh

That's why I used to sneak you in the club bruh

Just for that reason right there bruh

Aight bruh, let me just freestyle some more, cause this shit

I'm smoking the LSD

And god dang, I got a little drink downstairs

I don't need it though, let's go

Let me just fuck with this shit [?]

Told a bitch you motherfucking right

Told a bitch you motherfucking right

Told a bitch you motherfucking right

Told a bitch you motherfucking right

Mike told me this gon' be your favorite song

Ooh, wear that red one, that my favorite thong

Put 'em on, I said baby put 'em on

I said what you gonna do when you go home?

Kiss your man after you sucked on my woo!

She called my phone, I told her I was at the stu

Last name Chainz, first name 2

Pull up on me, shawty you know what to do

Told a bitch you motherfucking right

Told a bitch you motherfucking right

Told a bitch you motherfucking right

Told a bitch you motherfucking right

I bought some gold chains with my drug money

Then wore it on the stage just to stunt on 'em

That's how we do it on the south side

Might buy an AK using all 5's

Pittsburgh, Zone 6, Zone trey

Zone 1, do this shit like every day

Old Nat, Godby Road, Candler Road

24's got the Wraith pigeon toed

Told a bitch you motherfucking right

Told a bitch you motherfucking right

Told a bitch you motherfucking right

Told a bitch you motherfucking right

Gas station, re-up on the petrol

Hit the trap and re-up on the petrol

Shit, by the time you get it it's a retro

Shit, used to have a job outside of Citgo

Shit, by the time you get it I'll be peww nigga

Yeah I been a player since the womb nigga

OG Kush is my perfume nigga

Ice on my wrist, I got my mind right

Riding down the street with the Klondikes

Two black hoes, white one in the middle

I'm getting to the S with two lines in the middle

Got a bankroll that'll make it whip

Told a bitch you motherfucking right

Told a bitch you motherfucking right

Told a bitch you motherfucking right

Told a bitch you motherfucking right

Back On The Bullshyt lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)

[2 Chainz:]

Cardo got wings

Yung Exclusive

Umm

They say we smoke, we gon' smoke

You say we gon' drink ,we gon' drink

You say you want drugs, we want drugs

We don't give a fuck what you think

Big dually parked in my driveway

Hanging out that motherfucker sideways

Residue in my fingernail, make every day like Friday

This how we do it on the southside

Bumpin' Trapaveli on the car ride

Bad booty shots got you lopsided

I buy a new car if my car die

Solid gold Jesus, two of 'em

Backseat I'ma call it futon

Ride around in motherfucker uwop

Like who-a-who-a-who-a-who-a

Bought a bad bitch, I got a crew of 'em

It's four fur coats, I got a zoo of 'em

It's thug life, niggas I don't fool with 'em

I don't care if I went to school with 'em

Come out that thing like yeet

Everybody with me, nigga D

Everybody with me, nigga D

Everybody with me nigga eat

Black ink all on my body

I pray a body don't get on my shotty

I pray nobody don't get in my way nigga

A to the motherfucking K nigga

Start spittin' lyrical bullets

Don't be surprised if I pull it

Don't be surprised if I shoot it

We the type to pick on a bully

We the type to ride in foreigns

We the type to ride on Forgis

Pinky ring look like a smoothie

Flame goin' up on a Tuesday

You on that bullshit ain't you?

You on that bullshit ain't you?

You on that bullshit ain't you?

Now, you on that bullshit ain't you?

You on that bullshit ain't you?

You on that bullshit ain't you?

You on that bullshit ain't you?

Now, you on that bullshit ain't you?

[Lil Wayne:]

Big thing parked in the driveway

Squad hotter than Zimbabwe

IPhone got a nigga irate

Ringing all day, all day, like Kanye

Got AK bullets with your name on 'em

Powder on my hands, King James on 'em

I walk around this bitch with my chest out

Yeah nigga bout to go Ving Rhames on 'em

Man look at who I done became on 'em

Niggas look who and I went switch lanes on 'em

All my niggas brainless, need brain donors

We movin' birds, gettin' birds, shit stains on 'em

Man fuck these niggas, I don't know these niggas

From Jumpstreet it's been M-O-B nigga

It's M-O-B since my D-O-B nigga

And since my D-O-B I've been on my J-O-B nigga

I shoot a nigga ass like Ginobili nigga

I kick a nigga ass like Shinobi nigga

I give your bitch dick like Moby nigga

She know the words to my songs, karaoke winner

Smokey Robinson couldn't out smoke me nigga

I'm on her cheese like anchovies nigga

I get a kilo and keep it lowkey nigga

'Cause you on that bullshit and you nosy nigga

You on that bullshit ain't ya?

I'm back on my bullshit, gangster

I'm back up to full strength, gangster

Pat-pat at the pulpit, gangster, amen

And I still root for the underdog

And you the pile of shit under the underdog

These niggas ain't eatin' like a Ramadan

I shoot the driver in the head, make 'em honk the horn

I got the 100's big faces like a mongoloid (God forgive me)

I got the 100's big faces like a mongoloid (God forgive me)

Got big booty bitches in their under-alls

And they pussy gettin' wetter than a thunderstorm

And I swear when I'm in them panty hose

I'm like a kid in the candy store

But I got this bright red bandana though

Flingin' it like I'm a matador

[2 Chainz & Lil Wayne:]

You on that bullshit ain't you?

You on that bullshit ain't you?

You on that bullshit ain't you?

Now, you on that bullshit ain't you?

You on that bullshit ain't you?

You on that bullshit ain't you?

You on that bullshit ain't you?

Now, you on that bullshit ain't you?

[2 Chainz (Lil Wayne):]

Yeah (yeah), yup (yup)

Yeah (yeah), yup (yup)

Yeah

[Lil Wayne (2 Chainz):]

It's Tunechi and 2 Chainz and we on that bullshit

It's 2 Chainz and Tunechi and we back on our bullshit

(Yeah, yup)

You on that bullshit

You come on with that bullshit

We gon' handle that bullshit

We gon' deal with that bullshit

So come on with that bullshit

'Cause we back, we back on our bullshit

You on that bullshit ain't you?

You on that bullshit ain't you?

I'm back on my bullshit

I'm back on my bullshit

I'm back up to full strength

Pat-pat-pat, amen

Yes Lord, we back on that bullshit

ColleGrove

Not Invited lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)

Of course I'ma stunt

Of course I'ma stunt

Of course I'ma stunt

Of course I'ma stunt

All of my hoes is exotic

None of your hoes is invited

All of my hoes is exotic

None of your hoes is invited

All of my hoes is exotic

None of your hoes is invited

I don't have to front

I park in the front with the trunk in the front

Make me a profit a month

Whether I get it or don't

I'ma go hard, I'ma stunt

I'm puttin' gas in the joint

I'm puttin' oil in the blunt

I do this shit for the Park

I do this shit for the Point

I do this shit for the 'Vard

I do this shit cause you boring

I am the man in this muthafucka

I got them bandz in this muthafucka

You know what I'm sayin', hand full of Xans

Nigga not playin' in this muthafucka

Put me a deuce in a Brisk tea

Couple of chains on the Crims tee

Tell me how I met a bitch one time and she talkin' 'bout she miss me

All of my hoes is exotic

None of your hoes is invited

All of my hoes is exotic

None of your hoes is invited

All of my hoes is exotic

None of your hoes is invited

All of my hoes is exotic

None of your hoes is invited

She fell in love with the Percocet

She like the one with a ten on it

She like the Benz with the fins on it

She like the Benz with the lens on it

She like the Benz with the rims on it

And my turbo got them twins on 'em

All of my partners got bandz on 'em

So tell me what the fuck you sayin' huh?

You exotic baby, you special

Go and send me some nude pictures

You so fine, it's a damn crime, you gon' end up on a news special

You exotic baby, I'm fuckin' with you

You exotic baby, I'm workin' with you

And I'm smokin' on exotic

Got Chanel on her body

Might meet her in the lobby, used the earth as my ashtray

"Give a fuck" is my last name, "I don't" is my first

This for my ones, like November first

Walk around with two cups, like I'm always thirsty

All of my hoes is exotic

None of your hoes is invited

All of my hoes is exotic

None of your hoes is invited

All of my hoes is exotic

None of your hoes is invited

All of my hoes is exotic (None of your hoes. none of your hoes)

None of your hoes is invited

None of your hoes, none of your hoes

None of your hoes, none of your hoes

None of your hoes, none of your hoes

Ain't none of your hoes, none of your hoes

Ain't none of your hoes, none of your hoes

None of your hoes, none of your hoes

None of your hoes, none of your hoes

They can't get in, they can't get in

Yeah, It's a real nigga party

It's a real bitches party

See that vibe right here, you dig?

Thousand dollar shoes on your sofa

My other trap nigga watchin' Oprah

My other trap nigga watchin' Ricki Lake

I'm a trap nigga servin' shake and bake

I'm a trap nigga, serve you shake and bake

We in the back of the bando

Ammo like "Commando"

Pit bark in the front yard

Ain't no key for the top part

I'm allergic to cop cars

All these F's on my rims, fuck report cards

Reporting live straight from College Park

Mindin' My Business lyrics - 2 Chainz

Uh

Resident Evil around these parts

Peanut got killed in his front yard

They say "catch up", but I'm a star

F & N, for body guards

My whole squad vs. your whole squad

357, I play the odds

College park, I got the ink

Kill't the game, I wore like a mink

I said "fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes"

Fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes

I said "I fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes"

I mind my business, I get that dough

I said "I fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes"

Fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes

I said "I fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes"

I mind my business, and get this dough

Woke up this mornin', I look like this

Yellow pinky ring, it look like piss

I smell like gas, with a hint of Bond

Don Perignon and Saint Laurent

Ferragamo frames, I kick my dab

Might sell a bag, cause I miss my dad

RIP to a real OG

Only thing I smoke is real OG

Only thing I trust in the world is bank

Jus' went to jail with my partner, now we drug related

Walk in the buildin', get a hunnid stares

My 'partment buildin, had a hunnid stairs

Puerto Rican Johnny had a hunnid squares

Hair Weave Killa, I am out on bail

Bought a pair of Jordan's just to trap in, nigga

Bought a pair of Yeezy's just to rap in, nigga

Bought me a mansion, I deserve that shit

Bought a Maybach, cause Jay Z did

Bought me a Sprinter, cause I seen TI's

Bought me a Coogi cause I seen BI's

Triple zero bags, from the store up the street

Use the same scale, for the coke and the weed

South Florida home, coconuts in the trees

Before all the Gucci, I was rockin' with G's

It ain't a drive by, if you walkin' away

So much money, you could walk in my safe

I can't see me no'l, like Florida State

By the time you get that, I'll be on the way

I said "fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes"

Fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes

I said "I fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes"

I mind my business, I get that dough

I said "I fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes"

Fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes

I said "I fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes"

I mind my business, and get this dough

This Me, Fuck It lyrics - Timbaland (feat. 2 Chainz)

[Intro]

[Timbaland:]

DJ Timi Timb, on the 1's and 2's 'bout to give it to ya

[2 Chainz:]

I try, survive

K9's outside

What's life, I strive

I do it, you lie

[Chorus - 2 Chainz:]

This me, fuck it

This me, fuck it

Like this, fuck it

Right here, fuck it

[Verse 1 - 2 Chainz:]

Get mine, take yours

Go far, go hard

Go home, big mansion, front look like a backyard

This me, fuck it

Touch me, bussin

My weed, musty

Treat the Porsche like a

Listen ladies, if ya nigga lame, then I don't wanna fuck ya

Listen ladies, if you ain't wanna waste things, then I don't wanna hug ya

Big money, soldiers

Slept on me, Folgers

My girl, gorgeous

Both pockets, bulges

This me, that's right

Pulled up, stop light

Got out, aight, aight, aight

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - 2 Chainz:]

Timbo, great

Make beats like steak

Chef in tha booth

Make niggas a plate

Make niggas relate

Might dive in a lake

VA, banana clips, Planet of The Apes

Ain't no debate

Ride like freeway

Ride like DJ's

If money talks I'm on three way

Live life, get paid

Been high since 10th grade

Fuck with me get ya rent paid

Cutting up like a switchblade

[Chorus]

mixtape: Trap-A-Velli Tre (2015)

• DJ Bigga Rankin Intro
• Neighborhood
• A Milli Billi Trilli
• Everything I Know
• Watch Out
• BFF
• I Feel Like
• GOAT
• Halo Letter From My Unborn Son
• Big Meech Era
• Starter Kit
• If I Didn't Rap
• El Chapo Jr
• Lapdance In The Trap House
• Each Erry One Of Em
• Blue Dolphin

 

DJ Bigga Rankin Intro lyrics - 2 Chainz

[DJ Bigga Rankin:]

Don't matter how far the road takes you

Nothing in this world can refresh your soul like being home

But a lot of niggas done sold they souls and made the wrong decision

So they can't come back home

So they try to find another source but it ain't nothing like love from the streets

I cherish these motherfuckin streets

Neighborhood lyrics - 2 Chainz

I been on the road so long, I forgot what kind of cars I got

I rap so much I forgot what kind of bars I got

Rose in the concrete, grows to the top

Son of a gun, raised by a Glock

Georgia Power was off I was raised in the dark I don't know if it faze me or not

No telling

If I didn't turn 15 I wouldn't have been a felon (I bought it)

I bought the violence in my stick shift

If you don't shoot or get shot at you ain't go through adolescents

If you ain't go through all the pressure, You ain't get all of your blessings

What you know about not being able to re up going through depression

What you do about aggression, What you do about confession

If it wasn't for my neighborhood then I wouldn't be nothing

If it wasn't for my neighborhood then I wouldn't be nothing

If it wasn't for my neighborhood then I wouldn't be nothing

If it wasn't for my neighborhood then I wouldn't be nothing

Crunching numbers with dust heads

7 figures in Buckhead

I get dough till its enough bread

Money tall so it's enough said

It was toom poom, Baby amp and big U stand for upset

I can tell you where the plug at he over there where my cuz at

Say I'm under the influence I was down stairs where the drugs at

40 cal, 50 cal, even my momma tote a pistol now

They call on that Crenshaw only thing we need is a mister child

You already know what this about, I shouldn't be riding around with this amount

Cause I can take your bitch with this amount

And take her on a trip with this amount

I look like a lick, act like I'm rich

Talk like a whip, walk like a brick

Fly like a blimp, right over the public

If it wasn't for my neighborhood then I wouldn't be nothing

If it wasn't for my neighborhood then I wouldn't be nothing

If it wasn't for my neighborhood then I wouldn't be nothing

If it wasn't for my neighborhood then I wouldn't be nothing

Crunching numbers with [?] heads

7 figures in Buckhead

A Milli Billi Trilli lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

It's that moon rock shit

You gotta mix this with some

Regular OG

Cuz this shit be burnin' crazy

Damn

[2 Chainz:]

Cum in a bitch and I go crazy

Spend all these racks and I go crazy

Leave out the parking lot doin' a 180

This how the lord made me

Drop the top and start sun bathing

Put her on a treadmill and then I make her run naked

Got all my side hoes frustrated

This the life I waited on

Seen a bitch from school, gave her number to a payphone

I don't know what you been waiting on

All that I know is that I been waiting long

I ain't waiting to get no lone

Provolone on top of provolone

Mobile phone on top of mobile phone

I don't know what you niggas smokin' on

Pull my closet got a upstairs

Mobile home on top of mobile home

I go to sleep with a rollie on

I start my car with remote control

Get so much pussy

I go to sleep with a condom on

Fuck it, I want me a milli

Fuck it, I want me a milli

Fuck it, I want me a milli

I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it

Fuck it, I want me a milli

Fuck it, I want me a milli

Fuck it, I want me a milli

I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Fuck I'm the king of the city

I don't take a trip unless I got a bitch with me

I pull up wit pounds or I got a zip in me

You don't want no problems, my guys so don't tempt me

My niggas go bap bap bap bap till it's empty

Fuck 2 every night in 5 days that's a 10 piece

My bitch that I'm with that's a 10 piece

I'm pourin' that gin in a simply

You niggas so fake need assembly

I'm smokin' weed, fuck the penalty

Ridin' round in a old school, with 2 hoes and little old me

Fuck I'ma do wit this money

But walk in the club and start stuntin'

Push all my old bitches buttons

Came up from nothin' to something

Tell her take the stick, don't run from me

There's some for you, there's some for me

So if we have this 3 some, make sure you cum for me

All that bullshit is up under me

Smokin' gas ain't no tumble weed

All of this cash that's another thing

Black and yellow like a bumblebee (bumblebee)

[2 Chainz:]

Fuck it, I want me a billi

Fuck it, I want me a billi

Fuck it, I want me a billi

I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it

Fuck it, I want me a billi

Fuck it, I want me a billi, yeah

Fuck it, I want me a billi, yeah

I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it

Fuck it, I want me a milli (you can have)

So went and got me a milli

Now I want me a billi (you can have)

I don't think I have a ceiling

I can come thru with no ceiling

I give a fuck how you feeling

I can tell you how you lookin'

Nigga you ain't used to winnin'

Had the chickens missing winters (you can have)

In Miami, Mr. Winner (you can have)

Ran a 14 for breakfast, prime 112 for dinner (you can have)

Maison Margiela killer

Got a heart of a killer

Take the pussy, I'll kill it

What up Tip? What up Killa? yeah

Fuck it, I want me a trilli

Fuck it, I want me a trilli

Fuck it, I want me a trilli

I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it, yeah

Fuck it, I want me a trilli

Fuck it, I want me a trilli

Fuck it, I want me a trilli

I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it

Oh

Everything I Know lyrics - 2 Chainz

Got to be, got to be, got to be, got to be, got to be

Everything I know

Everything I know

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything (I know)

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything—I know

With my back against the wall ain't no pressure (that shit)

When the beef is really on, ain't no texting

Pull up real slow in a taxi

Gunshots turn em into athletes

I was hungry for a mil I gotta have it

Drove a couple couple cars up the mansion (Nah foreal at one time)

Smoked a whole seven sitting in the traffic

And niggas couldn't beat me if they practiced

Used to use my safe for a mattress

Used to use my mattress for a safe

See I could count a hundred thousand backwards (99, 98, 97.)

And I'm just tryna get it every day

They feigning for the trappers and the rappers

They feigning for the trappers and the rappers

They feigning for the trappers and the rappers

And now I'm all of that, shawty what's happenin'

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything (I know)

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything—I know

Everything I know( everything I know, everything you know)

Used to hustle at the store (Used to hustle at the store)

Used to get it with my bros (with my bros you know)

Used to bet on tenfold (I bet I hate it)

Now I'm all around the coast (you know what I am saying)

I be all up on the boat (alright, yay I get it)

I be smokin' on that gas (you know what I am saying)

It might make them bitches choke ([?]all this shit)

Old school with the rallies (real good, not for real)

Used to meet them up at rallies [?]

So it's fuck your P (ok what you say bro does that mean)

The streets have taught me how to get it (get it)

The streets have taught me everything I know

The streets have taught me everything I know

The streets have taught me everything I know

The streets have taught me everything I know (everything)

The streets have taught me everything I know (I Know)

The streets have taught me everything I know (everything)

The streets have taught me everything I know (everything I know)

The streets have taught me everything I know (everything I know)

The streets have taught me everything I know

The streets have taught me everything I know

The streets have taught me everything (I know)

Everything I know

The streets have taught me everything I know

The streets have taught me everything I know

The streets have taught me everything I know

Watch Out lyrics - 2 Chainz

Yo, okay

All my niggas with me

All my niggas with it

All my niggas ballin'

All my niggas athletic

All my niggas A1

All got street cred

All my niggas ballin'

All my niggas athletic

Pulled up in a Phantom

Pulled off with a dancer

Got a pocket full of money

Kinda hard to keep my pants up

Nigga tryna run them bands up

Fuck a bitch with my hands up

Lil Quay fuck the Xans up

Kinda hard to understand her

Duffle bags in the Escalade

Call the bitch, there a bread truck

Got the bitch going retarded

Call Uber for a spare truck

All these niggas never scared us

All these niggas never ran up

Bitch tryna put the head on me

Niggas tryna put the feds on me!

Niggas tryna take meds on me

Everything for the players only

Niggas sunny like Arizona

Gunshots just for sayin' something

Spraying shit like aerosol

You a foul and that's a fair ball

Nigga can't reach the goals

Keep shootin' them damn air balls

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch

Uh, watch out, lil bitch

You getting mad

I'm getting rich!

You getting mad

And I'm getting rich!

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch (Stiff arm)

Hey, watch out, lil bitch

You getting mad

I'm getting rich

You getting mad

Bitch, I'm getting rich

Watch out, lil ho

My partners still smoke on parole

They say that I'm crazy

I used to talk to a stove

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

Go to the dealership, fishtail off the lot

You know I'm comin' straight out the block

You know I'm comin' straight of the top

Shawty said she want 5 million

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

Shit, you can like it or not, damn

I'm comin' straight out the pot

Still got some Act' in my stock

Nigga I ain't gotta lie

Nigga I ain't gotta try

You wavin' that thing in the sky?

We wavin' that thing at your body

We wavin' that thing at your eye!

Look at the watch on my wrist

Got 'em all watchin' my wrist

Told that lil bitch I'll pass

Nigga watch the assist

I run the trap like the marathon

You niggas softer than silicone

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

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

I had a sit down with Farrakhan

Turn the White House to the Terrordome

I used to serve at the Chevron

I used to serve with my necklace on, bitch!

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch

Uh, watch out, lil bitch

You getting mad

I'm getting rich

You getting mad

And I'm getting rich

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch

(Stiff arm)

Hey, watch out, lil bitch

You getting mad

I'm getting rich

You getting mad

Bitch, I'm getting rich

BFF lyrics - 2 Chainz

Whole lot of money that my BFF

Keep a Glock .40 in my Fendi belt

Getting so much cash I don't need a wallet

You smoking on that trash, throw it in the garbage

Young street nigga coming from the pot

Hanging on the block, kickin' with the convict

They say that money talk so don't you make a comment

I'm proud of myself motherfucker I done it

Done it, done it, done it man I'm runnin' up

Tity Boi 'bout to fuck the summer up

Order some new things for the Wraith

3rd chain on to get her naked

I'ma poster child for the hustle

You a poser child for them bustas

Game up for grabs, I'ma take it

Try to stay down like the pavement

Live by the code, keep it true

Anything and everything to get a loot

Nigga think they trill but I'm triller

Nigga think they ill but I'm iller

Nigga think they big but I'm larger

Pussy you ain't nothin' but a target

Smokin' on joints, gettin' massages

Keep dodgin' me and I charge up

Whole lot of money that my BFF

Keep a Glock .40 in my Fendi belt

Getting so much cash I don't need a wallet

You smoking on that trash, throw it in the garbage

Young street nigga coming from the project

Hanging on the block, kickin' with the convict

They say that money talk so don't you make a comment

I'm proud of myself motherfucker I done it

In first class they ask me what I do

Had a stove, microwave and a blender too

Pull up on your set in a 62

Pull up on your set just to send em through

Shittin' on them niggas like an enema

Fuck the bitch, had to say I'm into her

Nigga know I know I been winnin'

Niggas I know I know I don't give any fucks

Sold my Monte Carlo, bought a Cadillac

Sold my Cadillac and went and got a Beamer

I used to put my drawls in the cleaners

Trap down the street from Phillips Arena

Spend a lil money you can't take it with ya

They said the feds out here takin' pictures

Well I'm the freshest nigga on their Instagram

Hashtag making bands, yes I am

Whole lot of money that my BFF

Keep a Glock .40 in my Fendi belt

Getting so much cash I don't need a wallet

You smoking on that trash, throw it in the garbage

Young street nigga coming from the project

Hanging on the block, kickin' with the convict

They say that money talk so don't you make a comment

I'm proud of myself motherfucker I done it

I Feel Like lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Kevin Gates)

[Kevin Gates:]

Some individuals look at the accomplishments of other individuals and allow themselves to become jealous. Everybody know what it take. Everybody don't do what it take, I don't get tired

Sometimes you grind from the bottom, get your chips straight

Sometimes you can make a million off a mixtape

Sometimes you get to the top and then your family hate

Don't give a damn what them haters say

I feel like I'm 'posed to be ballin'

Supposed to be winnin', yeah [?]

I feel like I'm 'posed to be ballin'

No one gave me shit, yeah

I feel like, I feel like I'm

[2 Chainz:]

I did a song with Kevin

Way 'fore ya'll followed him on his Instagram

Did a song with Young Dolph

'Fore ya'll even know what Memphis had

I intend to smash, no pen and pad

Married to the game, no strings attached

Married to the game, got a season pass

You was ahead but I'm EZ-Pass

From Decatur to Tifton, I make love with a mink on

I'm top floor, you need a key just to get off of

Need a key just to get off of

Need a key just to get off of

Hanging rappers on a chop board

Outline 'em in chalk Lord, thoughts so

Trap nigga on a pop tour

Break dancing on cardboard

Wrist workin' that Pyrex

In the bando with that Mossberg

50 shots with my nigga Jonny

Somebody stole the truck from Benihanas

Next day he bought a new one

Like you win some and you lose some

[Kevin Gates:]

Sometimes you grind from the bottom, get your chips straight

Sometimes you can make a million off a mixtape

Sometimes you get to the top and then your family hate

Don't give a damn what them haters say

I feel like I'm 'posed to be ballin'

Supposed to be winnin', yeah [?]

I feel like I'm 'posed to be ballin'

No one gave me shit, yeah

I feel like, I feel like I'm

[2 Chainz:]

I'm supposed to be ballin', 'posed to be winnin'

I spent thousands on linens and this is just the beginnin'

I bought my momma a crib before I got my own place

Picked my pop up from prison and gave 'em places to stay

See I am handpicked by God, I defied all the odds

I need a sign that say foreigns only in my garage

You know I'm vicious and hungry, my competition is phony

I'm on my way, cowabunga, to all my cousins, I love ya

I work hard for this shit, I got sleep deprivation

My momma tellin' me, boy you needa take a vacation

I got one in the air, another one in rotation

And when they ask me where I'm at, I say the trap my __cpLocation yeah

[Kevin Gates:]

Sometimes you grind from the bottom, get your chips straight

Sometimes you can make a million off a mixtape

Sometimes you get to the top and then your family hate

Don't give a damn what them haters say

I feel like I'm 'posed to be ballin'

Supposed to be winnin', yeah [?]

I feel like I'm 'posed to be ballin'

No one gave me shit, yeah

I feel like, I feel like I'm

[2 Chainz:]

When I dropped Trapevelli, I stayed in 3 star 'telis

With 2 time felons, one time I was bailin'

Every Tom, Dick, and Helen

They would act like they was reppin'

Who was real? Who was fake?

It was hard to keep it separate

And my bankroll big, this big, need Excedrin

And excessive marijuana in my motherfuckin' prison

We would wrap it like a present

We would act it like the preset

You was actin' like a peasant

I hold an eagle in the desert

With the Rollie and the bezel

I was fuckin' with the bastards

Yeah I am so slick, bitch you better hit your hazards

And I bought a Versace plate just to eat my salad

And I can count money til I get a fuckin' callous

[Kevin Gates:]

Sometimes you grind from the bottom, get your chips straight

Sometimes you can make a million off a mixtape

Sometimes you get to the top and then your family hate

Don't give a damn what them haters say

I feel like I'm 'posed to be ballin'

Supposed to be winnin', yeah [?]

I feel like I'm 'posed to be ballin'

No one gave me shit, yeah

I feel like, I feel like I'm

GOAT lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. The Dream)

[2 Chainz:]

I treat Goat like he was tata, dealin' up at Popeyes

In the fastlane, I move him over to the right side

Mac-11 life style, burrrt then I hop out

Dem burrrt, then it's lights out, I'm spazin' on you right now

Mama's only child, the crack house was my daycare

Being front to god, grey hair, see that's that old money

Kenmore stove money, packs on G rouge money

Ridin' down in that foreign whip the color of snow bunny

Pull up right to the beach and left the boat runnin'

So Sonny, you a comedian, all your flows funny

Dope funny, walk through the door, she like "Oh honey"

Plus I got a whip and a lock, they call me 4hunna

Tryna come clean off the spot, I'm talkin' detergent

Fuck her then answer my phone, I gotta leave urgent

Everythin' I did in the past was intellectual

Now it's Mr. Gimme-your-section-with-a-extra-booth

Show you what the extra do

Want a four door, so I bought me an extra coupe

One for me, one for me, really ain't no effort to it

Mr. Impeccable, turn you to a vegetable, fuck her on the sectional

Pull on her hair while she's lickin' on the testicles

Sixteen carefully, swag sold separately

Aimin' for the stars, so I fucked her on the balcony

Laid on the floor and I made your hoe come vacuum me

[The-Dream:]

I'm on my Bobby Brown, babe

Put it on me tenderoni

And I got one of you in every town

To put it on me, I'm never lonely

Swimmin' in your hits, babe

And I'm gone like trip, babe

Show out, show out

Show out, show out, show out

It's all about you

It's all about you (everything we do)

It's all about you

It's all about you (everything I do)

It's all about you

[The-Dream (2 Chainz):]

(Every trapper, ever rapper)

Everything I do

(Every baller, ever actor)

Just wanna impress you

(Every actor, every actress)

I just wanna trust you

(I'm just tryna get you to that mattress)

You're the finest that money can't buy

The finest shit that catches your eye, my

Now ball on these bitches

Go and ball on these bitches

Wanna see you ball on these bitches

Baby, ball on these bitches, yeah

Halo Letter From My Unborn Son lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Heaven Harmony)

It's going down if I say so

I come to raise hell, call me Halo

I'm growing up

I'll be out in a couple months

See right now I'm hanging out in my mama front

Oh dad, I heard you used to like sports, yeah?

Used to keep money in a sports bag

Heaven said you ain't be home in some weeks, nigga

Don't go starting that shit with me, nigga

By the time I get bigger I need a father figure

Someone to lean on

Sipping lean with your team, [?] big screen on you

You looking like a fiend, ho

You rap about triple beams only

In every argument you try to make my mama seem wrong

Fuck you, nigga

And Harmony know I'm coming

She would no longer be the youngest

She keep kicking mama in the stomach

I'm gon kick your ass when I get there

You know sibling rivalry, it's all love

We'll all fight and then all hug

Like damn daddy got a ball court

I'm like damn daddy got a four wheeler

Damn daddy got a sports car

Damn daddy been wanting a lil nigga

We got enough land to find Sasquatch

Damn mommy, daddy making money

What the hell you complaining about?

So what if he was fucking with girls

As long as he don't even bring them hoes to the house

Heaven straight, Harmony cool

I can't wait to get my own room

I can't wait till home room

I can't wait I'll be home soon like

I can't wait to meet them, can't wait to meet them

I gotta hug now mom

Gotta hug GGG, get babysitted by nanna

Big Meech Era lyrics - 2 Chainz

Yeah

I-I think I may have to take it back to like, like 10 years ago, you know?

The Big Meech Era, you feel me?

Real, real motivation for a street nigga

Real, real motivation for a street nigga, ugh

Pull up in all color Ferraris, bitches in tiaras

Gettin' head while I'm steering

Everybody else starving, everybody else staring

Shawty got the McLaren and I had the seven

Pulled up at the compound, clothes smellin' like gunpowder (boom)

Salute all the real niggas and real bitches that got they own boss

I was snappin' before Fabo, my raps come with a halo

Went out with Jeezy, we spent pesos like J-bo

Took E's to the Twenty Grande

He got a pistol on him and twenty grand

A couple things I ain't glorifying is the kids dying and the mommas dying (Scarface)

Everybody need to calm down

Stand right by your homie's side

Gunshots in this motherfucker turn this bitch into a homie-side (yeah)

Over a million sold they say I'm crossin' over

Oh yeah, the club packed, I should've brought a rubber

My whole body inked, my family hardly know me

You know I put that work in just to get a Rollie (I did)

Big Meech era, Japanese Dinner

Trap in these denim (damn)

Ain't stuntin' these women (naaa)

Wood grain steering wheel, I might get a splinter

If this a flexing contest I think we found a winner

Put this shit down, that shit still burnin', I can smell that moon rock

I got to tell you how that shit started

(Real real motivation for a street nigga)

(Real, real, real, real, real, real, real)

Trapping off the court, on the back porch (I did)

Had that pack ordered, we was backed up (we was nigga!)

That's that good shit, that's that hood shit (we hood)

You a cute bitch, and your crew thick (I like)

Got a chopper on me the size of pool stick (this long)

With a Blue DaVinci, dog food bricks (Heroin)

Snowman on repeat, rest in peace, Nando

I see Jigg in here I see Quazy too

When brawl wit'you we send them bottles through

We send the marters through, I'm on the Carter 2

Like Tyrese was on the Marta, too

They start calling too, startin' falling through

Got them chickens boy, like a barbecue (tell em)

Talk to lame niggas something we hardly do

I sip the PJ bottle I rock the AP on them. (okay)

I think my rollie harder this an AG party

Over a million sold they say I'm crossin' over

Oh yeah, the club packed, I should've brought a rubber

My whole body inked, family hardly know me

You know I put that work in just to get a Rollie

Big Meech era, Japanese Dinner

Trap in these denim

Trap in these denim

Ain't stuntin' these women

Wood grain steering wheel, I might get a splinter

If this a flexing contest I think we found a winner

I think we found a winner

Uh-oh, flexing contest I think we found a winner

Pull up in some shorts, middle of December

Flex, ooh

Starter Kit lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Young Dolph)

[2 Chainz:]

Kush packs and them rubber bands were my starter kit

Gun shots at your mama house cause you started it

Niggas taking every damn thing, if they ordered it

You front the packs and we don't call you back, then it's over with

Kush packs and them rubber bands were my starter kit

Gun shots at your mama house cause you started it

Niggas taking every damn thing, if they ordered it

You front the packs and we don't call you back, then it's over with

Mama saying boy why y'all playing in that water

Got granny what y'all doing with my [?]

Bigger sister saying y'all lil boy look suspicious

Got mama saying what y'all doing with my dishes

Twelve came through and we had for the fishes

Got locked up in school, we ain't worried 'bout detention

Heard mama walking through the 'partments with a tool

Whoadie mama said I know y'all boys ain't been to school

Hit the D-mall like a motherfucking school

Yeah we shoot but we in the pool shooting pool

J's rushed the card I have to call the fucking check ball

If swag was a plane I'm finna motherfucking take off

Watch me shake the fake off, watch me shake the fake off

I am on so much green I can play golf

Kush pack and the rubber band and a digi scale

And a zip lock, residue all in my fingernails

Kush packs and them rubber bands were my starter kit

Gun shots at your mama house cause you started it

Niggas taking every damn thing, if they ordered it

You front the packs and we don't call you back, then it's over with

Kush packs and them rubber bands were my starter kit

Gun shots at your mama house cause you started it

Niggas taking every damn thing, if they ordered it

You front the packs and we don't call you back, then it's over with

[Young Dolph:]

Selling bags, zip locks, six Glocks, twenty scales

Sick spot, fuck my car you should see what my bitch got

If you ain't get no money my nigga then you can't hang at this spot

Nigga wanna play then okay somebody get shot

Rollies for the whole team, urine full of codeine

Pounds on the Sunbeam, baby bottles with more lean

I'm young and dumb and I ain't got no patience

I'm 'bout to pull up at the trap and see what's shaking

I bought me fifty he front me fifty, I thought 'bout taking it

My nigga told me don't do it so I went paid the man

I let your bitch come to me and then told her get away from here

Strong packs and calculators, ain't nothing but a pint in that refrigerator

Kush packs and them rubber bands were my starter kit

Gun shots at your mama house cause you started it

Niggas taking every damn thing, if they ordered it

You front the packs and we don't call you back, then it's over with

Kush packs and them rubber bands were my starter kit

Gun shots at your mama house cause you started it

Niggas taking every damn thing, if they ordered it

You front the packs and we don't call you back, then it's over with

If I Didn't Rap lyrics - 2 Chainz

I'm the shit but know about it

Yeah, buy a pint pour a four up out it

Yeah, I could tell you hoes ain't eating

Yeah, cause you ain't got no body

Yeah

Back on the block, If I ain't have no shows [?]

I'll have to re-up on you niggas

If I didn't rap I'll have me pack

If I didn't rap I'll have me a pack

If I didn't rap I'll have me a juug

If I didn't rap, I'll show you how to do it

If I didn't rap I'll have me pack

If I didn't rap I'll have me a pack

If I didn't rap I'll have me a juug

If I didn't rap, I'll show you how to do it

Swipping and swapping a pack, nigga the corner back

I got me four in the back, whip cost me four hundred flat

I'm getting thrown in that, still got my same clientele

If I didn't have me no shows, I been done bought me a bale

I been done bought me a scale, I'm getting packs in the mail

And now I got plaques on the wall, I told them like Sam I can sell

These bitches just fuck with my locks, like I was straight out of Yonkers

And I be somewhere in the trap, If I didn't have me a concert

If I didn't rap I'll have me pack

If I didn't rap I'll have me a pack

If I didn't rap I'll have me a juug

If I didn't rap, I'll show you how to do it

If I didn't rap I'll have me pack

If I didn't rap I'll have me a pack

If I didn't rap I'll have me a juug

If I didn't rap, I'll show you how to do it

If I didn't rap I'll still have me a Benz

If I didn't rap I'll still have my friends

If I didn't rap I'll go to my amigo

And tell him in ten minutes meet me with ten

If I didn't rap I'll be in a trap, If I didn't rap I'll have me a sack

I got me a sack, a nigga don't know how to act

Came up with hustlers and killas

You can tell when we come in the building

You can smell when we come in the building

Give em hell when we come in the building

If I didn't rap I'll still have a bad bitch

And a side bitch don't about 'em

You the type of nigga try to take out the strip club

And try to fuck the hoe up out em

I'm the shit but know about it

Yeah, buy a pint pour a four up out it

Yeah, I could tell you hoes ain't eating

Yeah, cause you ain't got nobody

Yeah, and my partner got four bodies

Yeah, and my broad got low milage

Yeah, ride around with a trunk full of raw (Raw)

Young nigga better know about it

If I didn't rap I'll have me pack

If I didn't rap I'll have me a pack

If I didn't rap I'll have me a juug

If I didn't rap, I'll show you how to do it

If I didn't rap I'll have me pack

If I didn't rap I'll have me a pack

If I didn't rap I'll have me a juug

If I didn't rap, I'll show you how to do it

If I didn't have me a pack

[?]

You will be meet me in back

Yeah, drug, dealing, class, 101, ungh

El Chapo Jr lyrics - 2 Chainz

I'm the king of the trap, El Chapo Jr

I'm the king of the trap, El Chapo Jr

El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr

El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr

I'm the king of the trap, El Chapo Jr

Anywhere on the map, I bring it to you

El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr

El Chapo Jr, I'ma bring it to ya

I wear Versace like it's Nike, you don't like it do you

I bet you feel this bankroll if I bump into you, oh yeah

Chopper bullets flying errywhere, pop pop pop

Got them chopper bullets flying errywhere, uh

.223 chopper clip as long as Stacey Augmon

In the restaurant I order 2 fried lobsters

Napkin on my Balmains, smokin' with lil mama

Like fuck your baby daddy, his daddy should've worn a condom

All these grams on me, all these bands on me

Make her want to dance on me and put her hands on me

Sprinter van on me, I got them xans on me

Driveway so damn long by the time I leave I'm damn asleep

I'm the king of the trap, El Chapo Jr

I'm the king of the trap, El Chapo Jr

El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr

El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr

I'm the king of the trap, El Chapo Jr

Anywhere on the map, I bring it to you

El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr

El Chapo Jr, I'ma bring it to ya

I done put so many on I can't fall off

Trying to see how much the West End Mall costs, oh yeah

I might buy a Maybach and paint it all gold

Buy a crib fill the rooms up with all stoves

Wish I could tell you what she doing to me

Pocket full of money that's bluer than the sea

I feel like I just paid off the plug

Drop the top off the whip, hair-line receding

High last night so I woke up this evening

Can't pimp me so don't you tip me

Rims on the car make it six feet

So I can park the car wherever the blimps be

I want a bird for my birthday, I drink syrup with no pancakes

Yeah, bitches round my pool, I make them hoe look like my landscape

Yeah, El Chapo J R R, multicolor A.R. rules

Looking like I play ball, tell 'em keep they day jobs

I'm the king of the trap, El Chapo Jr

I'm the king of the trap, El Chapo Jr

El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr

I'm the king of the trap, El Chapo Jr

Anywhere on the map, I bring it to you

El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr, I'ma bring it to ya

Lapdance In The Trap House lyrics - 2 Chainz

Honorable

Honorable

Honorable

Honorable C-Note

2 Chainz!

I ain't never been a minute man

Pour a deuce in a minute maid

Trap house filled with ceilling fans

Weed louder than a hearing aid

Bitch same color lemonade

We don't got to rent a renegade

And I tip my barber a hunnid

The only thing I might get is temple fades

Tryna take another nigga's story

You a fuck nigga and I know it

See I could wear black in the summertime

And I could wear white when its snowin'

I could show you where to go like a local

Order 20 bags out of Oakland

I might buy me a motorcycle

And use your girl for a chauffeur

I'm the realest nigga and the illest nigga

Fuck you lil nigga and your lil sister

Try to use a nigga when it's beneficial

Free all my niggas out the penitentiary

Louis V all on my luggage

Bitch better get on my level

Put a half a milli in a MCM bag

Had that motherfucker looking pregnant

Lapdance in the trap house

Get a lapdance off in the trap house

Lapdance in the trap house

Get a lapdance off in the trap house

Lapdance in the trap house

Get a lapdance off in the trap house

Lapdance in the trap house

Get a lapdance off in the trap house

Get a lapdance in the kitchen

Y'all sucka niggas pay attention

See I could make her ass bend over

At the same time make her do the dishes

Oh oh oh double middle finger to the picture

Handgun got a nose like Pippen

Girls come through they want to smoke

'Fore they leave this bitch they start strippin'

900 dollars for the tennis shoes

Get a lap dance in the living room

Treat the bathtub like a jacuzzi

Cause the trap house don't got a swimming pool

Money piled up on the counter

Got a hundred round drum in the other counter

Got Ziploc bags and a digital scale and rubber bands all by the money counter

Got raid spray you know how the bugs be

Got a fan in the window by the love seat

And I know it was slow at work tonight

So bitch you better act like you love me

Lapdance in the trap house

Get a lapdance off in the trap house

Lapdance in the trap house

Get a lapdance off in the trap house

Lapdance in the trap house

Get a lapdance off in the trap house

Lapdance in the trap house

Get a lapdance off in the trap house

Each Erry One Of Em lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Cap 1 Skooly)

Each and erry one of em

Each and erry one of em

Honorable singing

Each and erry one of em

[Skooly and 2 Chainz:]

Boy don't play the bullet

Cuz I got a bullet

For like each and erry one of em

Each and erry one of em

You niggas suckers

I know each and erry one of em

All them niggas busters

I teach each and erry one of em

[2 Chainz:]

I'm a pull my whips out

Each and erry one of em

I might call my bitch that day

Each and erry one of em

I'm a check my trap

Each and erry one of em

I'm a put my necklace on

Each and erry one of em

[Skooly:]

You can't see me through this tint

But I see each and erry one of em

Putting up representing in front of

Each and erry one of em

Party my pimping women I had erry one of em

Teaching erry one of em

Freaking erry one of em

[Cap 1:]

Just let me kicking round robins I fought

Each and erry one of em

Two of my bitches not wearing collars

Each and erry one of em

Side that whip with random 4Gs

I mean each and erry one of em

Counting nothing but them honeys

I mean each and erry one of em

[2 Chainz:]

I'm about to hit the club tonight

Each and erry one of em

I go to the fight to watch the fight

Each and erry one of em

Southside niggas with me

Each and erry one of em

And fuck your opinion nigga

Each and erry one of em

[Skooly:]

Oh lord, you're too rowdy need to calm down

Each and erry one of em

And I'll give you the rundown on

Each and erry one of em

We from every side of town

Each and erry one of em

Westside southside Chi Town one of em

[Cap 1:]

See all of you that not familiar

I'm talking Each and erry one of em

Talking shit and they get rid of you

Each and erry one of em

We just popping pussy turning up tricks

Each and erry one of em

Got no bricks and doubled up on the wrists

Each and erry one of em

My niggas are felons

I'll stick my finger in a pussy and smell it

Each and erry one of em

Your niggas are jealous and bumming like what the fuck ever

Each and erry one of em

I can shoot a K with one arm

It sounds like babong

Shorts with the long johns

My bitch need pom poms

I'm talking about

Each and erry one of em

[Skooly:]

I'll fuck all them bitches

I had erry one of em

You never see nothing like this

Now on em

John got it by killing the thing

Kamikaze blowing up everything

Don't call I shot at the cop

I'm chopping off every brain

[Cap 1:]

I'm a let that shit go

Each and erry one of em

Is this a Marley I'm a suffer that low

Each and erry one of em

She got that dick inside and wanted some more

Bitches calling trying to blow up my phone

And them niggas rapping going with the flow

Each and erry one of em

[Skooly:]

Boy don't play the bullet

Cuz I got a bullet for like

Each and erry one of em

Each and erry one of em

You niggas suckers

I know each and erry one of em

All them niggas bust cuz I teach

Each and erry one of em

Boy don't play the bullet

Cuz I got a bullet

Cuz I got a bullet

You niggas suckers

Each and erry one of em

And erry one of em

Blue Dolphin lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Betty Idol)

[2 Chainz:]

I mind fucked an intellectual

Had sex with her on my sectional

Slowed it down, take it extra slow

Bust on myself like Plaxico

Oh alright here I go

Shorty got my love in the finger fold

I got a manicure, pedicure

I got her hair done and credit card new

I'm balling on her big time

Told shorty I'm 6'5"

Stand up on my bankroll, make me look like I'm 6'9"

She look like she been fine

She always call me big time

Pinky ring on, you should see the way I sip wine

I'm maestro in the main suite

Make a side chick out your main squeeze

Better hop on board 'fore the train leave

Shorty outta place cause I slang D

And I'm changes need my chain freeze

Meant to say my chain froze

Everytime I change clothes

[Betty Idol:]

Cherish the game

When we fly far away

Sky dive in a puddle of mud

Make it rain blue dolphin

All I see is blue dolphin

Cherish the game

When we fly far away

Sky dive in a puddle of mud

Make it rain blue dolphin

All I see is blue dolphin

[2 Chainz:]

I like when she smile

She like when I make her smile

She like when I put it down

She like when I come in town

I like when she on the brown

She like when I'm on the loud

Seen her take some coke then smile

Seen her take a perc then pow

Birkin bag see no salt

All on the beach with toes out

All on the beach sea gulls out

All in the jeep windows down

Where I come from the Regals out

She knows I turn up on the molly

She doing string thing for money

I'm trying to put it in her tummy

I might whisper in her earlobe

I'm blowing kisses in her earlobe

I'm telling things she ain't built for

Money long as Lincoln Continentals

Codeine with a touch of Sprite

Geeked up for a hundred nights

I'm a roll had a Cuban link

In a figaro this a finger roll

[Betty Idol:]

Cherish the game

When we fly far away

Sky dive in a puddle of mud

Make it rain blue dolphin

All I see is blue dolphin

Cherish the game

When we fly far away

Sky dive in a puddle of mud

Make it rain blue dolphin

All I see is blue dolphin

mixtape: T.R.U. Jack City (2015)

 

• Road Dawg
• Better Dope
• How It Feel
• Natural
• Makin It Werk
• Someone To Love
• Trap House Stalkin
• Granny
• We Fukin It Up
• Please Don't
• Fuk U Pay Me
• Keep It 100
• Can't Tell Me Shyt
• Foreign
• Part 2
• Xanny
• Bird Bath

Road Dawg lyrics - 2 Chainz

I'm 'bout my commas, I'm 'bout my come up

Young nigga run up, run up the summer

Tats on my stomach like Makaveli

Back of the back in the back of Telly's

With the racks in the sac I will rap on belly

They will act real really niggas acting sidity

Ain't no Actavis in the city, woah

This for my road dawg, this for my, this for my road dawg

This for my road dawg, this for my, this for my road dawg

This for my road dawg, this for my, this for my road dawg

This for my road dawg, this is a real nigga role call

We spend it and get it back, we had invented that

See we on the internet, fly as an insect

Shine like the moonlight, told 'em gesundheit

I'm throwing cheese up like it's a food fight

They talking 'bout that dough and I tell you, I do not believe 'em

When I was on Codeine I went to the store and bought all of the liters

Follow the leader, monkey see, monkey do

It was critical bought the [?] went and bought three pair of shoes

Trapping all night, you know the rules

Trapping all night, it ain't no rules

I pay my dues, copped it in twos

And all I do is sell shit, I should go on a cruise

This for my road dawg, this for my, this for my road dawg

This for my road dawg, this for my, this for my road dawg

This for my road dawg, this for my, this for my road dawg

This for my road dawg, this is a real nigga role call

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

[2 Chainz:]

I'm thinking about moving to Mexico

I'm thinking about moving to Mexico

Got my raw paper filled with Texaco

All I ever wanted was some better dope

Better dope

Better dope

Better dope

Better dope

[Cap 1:]

Gold in a nigga [?]

The Window tinted

I got a tahoe for the heaters

[?] up on the money cuz I feel like I could get it

All of this work, I be feeling like El Jefe

Tatted up and looking like a ese'

Got a pocket rocking on me in the [?]

Got a hundred pounds or a gallon, out in one day

Break out the [?] and I bring it to you

Made it out the projects, holla hallelujah

Slanging the fish, on the phone, barracudas

Niggas shoot Rugers, putting hoes in madudas

Mace in my[?] hella coca

Step off the plane with work and Pennacchio

With the Mexico the bigger mocha mutha

Money keep coming, my cup runneth over

[2 Chainz:]

I'm thinking about moving to Mexico

I'm thinking about moving to Mexico

Got my raw paper filled with Texaco

All I ever wanted was some better dope

Better dope

Better dope

Better dope

Better dope

Pull up on a nigga with the packs

Give a nigga this and serve a nigga with a strap

Told em when it come to the commas, think a nigga momma put her in a Honda, drive her straight down the ramp

Yeah I need a stamp, cuz a nigga might send it

You know I need racks, cuz a nigga might spend it

I could buy a back, when I pad that

All I ride is [?] nigga I'm allergic to hemis

I could take a brick and turn that shit to a Bentley

I could take a village and turn it to a mansion

I'm about dinero and I'm rockin' a sombrero

All I scream is church, like a nigga tryna pastor

Pull up

Pull up

Pull up

Pull up

Pull up

Damn boy looking like a computer

[?]

Still down the [?]

All I talk is chicken, like I'm wooping it at Hoodas

On the low man, low [?] noodles

29 grams if it come with the plastic

Got a brick the same color Alaska

Stretching the [?] like I would to a elastic

I can go slow then I can go faster

Been graduated, been flipping my [?]

I might move away, cuz these hoes harassing

I'm thinking about moving to Mexico

I'm thinking about moving to Mexico

Got my raw paper filled with Texaco

All I ever wanted was some better dope

Better dope

Better dope

Better dope

Better dope

How It Feel lyrics - Bankroll Fresh & 2 Chainz

[Bankroll Fresh:]

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

Do you know how it feel to ball like this?

I'm with a bad Malibu white bitch

Shining hard my earring blinging right wrist

It's on flame, LeBron James, yeah I iced it

I'm a real street nigga I know prices

Hit the door one time and get Hyphy

Real trap nigga, 95 Nikes

Racks in my pocket, who don't like it?

Blue P behind the gates, yeah she feisty

Georgia Power cut us off, my junkies got us on

And I'm in this motherfucker, I ain't going home

Do this shit for all my niggas trapping out the phone

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

[2 Chainz:]

10 band, take a zan, then you like me

Got the girl in my room on my right knee

My white T filled with Cuban links on it

And my bitch so cold, she need a mink on her

How you feel, how you feel in that G shit?

Got my first foreign whip off a remix

See I do my own thang I don't need y'all

I got every rights, 6 flags, got the [?] to free fall

Bitch no, get out off my business, operation big dogs

6 cars, tell them fucking flees they'll get picked off

Sick bars, I'm a fuck menace in some Gucci tennis

She might get the pussy raining, I might do a show in [?]