Bailan lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Pharrell)

[Pharrell Williams:]

You, you, you, you, you

Hate me 'cause I tell you the truth

Maybe your friends are confused

I'm gonna tell you the truth

Go ahead and goooo, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan

Goooo, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan

All week, keeping on, my mind is

Going in, going in, going in, going in

Maybe now, but not next time

Going in, going in, going in, going in

There we go, that' it for sure

Going in, going in, going in, going in

Maybe just a little more

Going in, going in, going in, going in

[2 Chainz:]

Juicy, squeeze it, then juicy

Sipping on the D'usse

Rocking some Medusa, give a fuck what you say

Give a fuck what you say

In the club, I wrote this for the plug

I wrote this for a hater that was looking for some love

A DJ competition, I'm mixing in the kitchen

Now who gon' do the dishes

Bankroll thicker than Deelishis

[Pharrell Williams:]

You, you, you, you, you

Hate me 'cause I tell you the truth

Maybe your friends are confused

I'm gonna tell you the truth

Go ahead and goooo, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan

Goooo, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan

All week, keeping on, my mind is

Going in, going in, going in, going in

Maybe now, but not next time

Going in, going in, going in, going in

There we go, that' it for sure

Going in, going in, going in, going in

Maybe just a little more

Going in, going in, going in, going in

[2 Chainz:]

Drug connotation in my population

I want a conversation, don't want no confrontation

Pull up in a hardtop, watch how I race it

Trap to the wrap like watch how I embrace it

Louis Vans on, they don't come with laces

And we talking straight shots, we don't need no chaser

Tell her I don't chase her, swap her, I replace it

Bracelet, this is Rollie, Rollie, this is bracelet

Pass the medication

Rounds upon rounds, I am nowhere around

I'm nowhere to be found

I'm on flights over lights, I'm so close up to Christ

I might ask for advice, I might ask for it twice

Look at my ice, I'm so nice, it's like Mardi Gras

Mama I shot me a man, please go hide the gun

When she ask me my number, I say I'm the one

Rushing summer to summer until someone come

[Pharrell Williams:]

You, you, you, you, you

Hate me 'cause I tell you the truth

Maybe your friends are confused

I'm gonna tell you the truth

Go ahead and goooo, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan

Goooo, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan

All week, keeping on, my mind is

Going in, going in, going in, going in

Maybe now, but not next time

Going in, going in, going in, going in

There we go, that' it for sure

Going in, going in, going in, going in

Maybe just a little more

Going in, going in, going in, going in

Go ahead and touch the sky

Go ahead and touch the sky

Dancing where you are

Go ahead and touch the sky

Burglar Bars lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Monica)

[Louis Farrakhan:]

As I met 2 Chainz a few minutes ago, as I gazed into his face, I felt that I was in the presence of royalty

There's a certain power presence that he gives off

[Monica:]

I tried to be, everything you want and need

[2 Chainz:]

'Cause you got a deep title don't mean that you deep

Substance shallow on shit creek, I heard Cole speak

About the bricks, Kendrick got Compton lit

And I've been lit ever since I sold nicks

Never fabricated about my fabric, the scale, that's my apparatus

I give a fuck about the sorriest rappers

This actually happened, path in the back pathogenic

Moved that blow out like we were afrocentric

I had a front row entry, I had the codeine kidney

I made up the Bentiaga truck, you owe me a Bentley

This the rap Ken Griffey, got at least 10 with me

Got at least 10 on me, I'm anti-phony

My girl anti-bony and she get that money

I bought all this shit, don't go acting anti on me

It's Mr. Epps in the bank, I give a F what you think

I bought a Tesla today, there's nothing left in your tank

I did everything except a fucking song with Jay

But I murdered every song I fucking did with Ye

See my verses are better and my subject is realer

See my mom was an addict and my dad was the dealer

And their son is that nigga, I'm no Black activist

I'm a Black millionaire, give you my Black ass to kiss

We used the tree for a fence, I used to land in the trench

Used to dust myself off, then I eat me some shrimp

Coulda did anything, I coulda been me a pimp

I coulda went to the league, I took it straight to the rim

I took it straight to the block, I got Xans in my sock

I got plans for the pot, I got bands, you do not, huh

Yeah, you a miracle. Right now, if you hear this, you're a miracle, I want you to know that

If you're able to hear this right now, you are a miracle. Straight up, no kapp

I'm more Gucci than Vans, give you a Gucci advance

This the chance of your life, you ain't prepared for your life

See the man without a mic is just a mic gimmick

Anyone, Jordan, Jackson, Tyson, Bivens

Phone number unlisted

Gave her the digits to a number that is long distance

She on the wrong mission and got my palm itching

I had it on me, you can see it in my prom pictures, ugh

I'm telling you, niggas like me fall out the sky. You don't just bump into me. I'm a real blessing, bro, nah, for real, bro

You know the times is rough, you know the times is hard

I never trust my neighbors, so we got burglar bars

You know the times is rough you know the times is hard

I never trust my neighbors so we got burglar bars, Lord, yeah, okay

You know the times is rough you know the times is hard

I never trust my neighbors so we got burglar bars

You know the times is rough you know the times is hard

I never trust my neighbors so we got burglar bars, Lord, Lord

[Monica:]

Lord knows

Woke up today, gave thanks

Grateful to see another day, then the storm came

As the night falls, I shed my blood, sweat and tears

Let the rain fall, let it fall, let it fall

One day

Your love will take me right over the stars, Lord knows

[2 Chainz:]

That soulful trap music, man. Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Section 8, I'm talkin' 'bout the 'partments

You stay in the middle, someone stay on top of you, someone stay below you

What you know about grabbing a broom and shit and hitting upstairs like, "Y'all stop fucking stomping! Y'all stop walking so mothafuckin' hard!"

Then the people downstairs, they doing the same shit to us. Tru, trill shit

Hibachi For Lunch (2016)

• Countin
• Diamonds Talkin Back
• Good Drank
• Lil Baby
• Day Party
• Doors Open
• Here We Go Again 

Countin lyrics - 2 Chainz

Gotta eat me a rapper today

I forgot to eat, fuck it

Smokin' out my brain cells

Got the trap doin' numbers

Got everybody wonderin'

How the hell I come back

N all summer got back to back to back back

What's happenin', where ya at, where ya at

Hit the bitch on the chirp

No panties with the skirt

Nigga try to take the work

Nigga get your ass blown

Get your ass gunned down

Ridin' here 100 rounds

Don't make me have to flashback, nigga, and go buy 100 pounds

Drop 'em off downtown, smoke a L anyway

Y'all niggas in the way

Money beat any case yeah

My hundreds hold they breath, cause they blue in the face

Roberto Cavalli, Dolce and Gabbana

Louis and Vuitton 'em

My pajamas designer, yeah

Pop a rubber band start countin'

Buy everything on the counter

Everything I got on designer

Diamonds on me look like a fountain

Pop a rubber band start countin'

Buy everything on the counter

Everything I got on designer

Diamonds on me look like a fountain

Pop a rubber band start countin'

Buy everything on the counter

Everything I got on designer

Diamonds on me look like a fountain

Pop a rubber band start countin'

Buy everything on the counter

Everything I got on designer

Diamonds on me look like a fountain

Pop a rubber band start countin'

Put everything on the counter

Buy everything on the counter

Shoppin' bag got me off balance, uh

Bet a hundred thousand with the Falcons

Lost a hundred thousand with the Falcons

I'mma get it back cause I'm natural

I put my X at the end like Malcolm

Got crab legs by the gallons

Got lobster tail by the pallet

Walk in the club, dial Alex

Sippin' codeine with the scallops

Got long hair no weave in it

Swag was a race I'd lead nigga

Yeah I'm Bank ID nigga

Who me I'm V.I.P nigga

Shopping spree when I feel like it

I don't really look at the prices

Drivin' crazy with no license

Fish scale nigga no Pisces

Pop a rubber band start countin'

Pop a rubber band buy ounces

Really love to know how ya feel today

Pop a rubber band start bouncin'

Pop a rubber bands start countin'

Buy everything on the counter

Everything I got on designer

Diamonds on me look like a fountain (Yeah)

Pop a rubber band start countin'

Buy everything on the counter

Everything I got on designer

Diamonds on me look like a fountain

Pop a rubber band start countin'

Buy everything on the counter

Everything I got on designer

Diamonds on me look like a fountain

Pop a rubber band start countin'

Buy everything on the counter

Everything I got on designer

Diamonds on me look like a fountain

Diamonds Talkin Back lyrics - 2 Chainz

Check me out now

Yeah, my diamonds talking back, talking back, ya ya

Yeah, my diamonds talking back, they talking back, yeah yeah

Diamonds talking back, they talking back, boom pow pow

Diamonds talking back, they talking back, blaow blaow blaow

Diamonds talking back, they say "fuck y'all"

Rock Givenchy shoes like they All-Star

Say you turned 'em down it'd be old, dawg

Known to light it up like the ball park

Crib the same size as the Walmart

Yard so big I got a golf cart

Diamonds on me shining when you see 'em, boom bing

Diamonds on me shining when it's DM, boom bing bing

Diamonds on me dancing like it's Breezy over easy

I can borrow a hundred easy, I just got a call from Jeezy

I count money 'til I'm sleepy, ink on my body, graffiti

And you know I come from CP

Can't fuck no bitch with no VD, nah

Diamonds on me going bing bing bing bing

Diamonds on me doing their damn thing thing thing thing

Known to get head while the car park

Diamonds talking back, they say "fuck "y'all"

Yeah, my diamonds talking back, talking back, ya ya

Yeah, my diamonds talking back, they talking back, yeah yeah

Diamonds talking back, they talking back, boom pow pow

Diamonds talking back, they talking back, blaow blaow blaow

Diamonds talking back, they say, "Fuck 'yall"

Walk in to the VIP and yell, "Touchdown!"

Ain't wore the same shoes the whole month now

I am so high she told me come down

I'm like how, zip of loud, gun go pow

Mr. Chow, bling bling blow, bitches bow

Bitches bi, they liking girls and guys

Ill advised, got the Rollie winterized

When I die bury me beside the Cuban links

2 Chainz, a lot of Z's 'cause you niggas sleep

Pinky ring ping, index finger ping, middle finger ping

Whole lot of rings, whole lot of watches

Watchband ostrich, neck, wrist, faucets

Chain show 'em options

Rings so big you could go boxing

Diamonds talking back, yours ain't saying nothing

Yeah, my diamonds talking back, talking back, ya ya

Yeah, my diamonds talking back, they talking back, yeah yeah

Diamonds talking back, they talking back, boom pow pow

Diamonds talking back, they talking back, blaow blaow blaow

Good Drank lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Gucci Mane & Quavo)

[2 Chainz:]

Uhh, alright

I did it, hahah, yeah

Used to treat my mattress like the ATM, yeah

Bond No. 9 that's my favorite scent, yeah

Can't forget the kush, I'm talking OG, yeah

Rest in peace to pop, he was an OG, oh yeah

285 I had that pack on me, uh

I cannot forget I had that strap on me, yeah

Rest in peace to my nigga Doe (Troup)

All we ever want to do is ball

That was the easy part, we playing that Weezy hard

We sit in the kitchen late, we tryna to make an escape

Trying to make me a mil', so I'ma keep me a plate

I told 'em shawty can leave, so I'ma keep me a rake

So I'ma keep me a Wraith, my jewelry look like a lake

Today I'm in the Maybach

And that car came with some drapes

You know I look like a safe, I put you back in your place

I look you right in your face, sing to your bitch like I'm Drake

Yeah

[Quavo:]

Good drank, big knots

Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks (lean!)

Drop top, no hot box

12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops

She said the molly give her thizz face

Put the dick in her rib cage

Whips out, Kunta Kinte

Diamonds clear like Bombay

Take your babies, no Harambe

Play with keys like Doc Dre

3K like André

And your girl, call her, come through

[Gucci Mane:]

It's Gucci! Huh (brr!) huh!

Your trunk in the front

Well check this out my top in the trunk

You play with my money

Then check this out, yo, poppin' the trunk

Three mil in a month

But I just did three years on a bunk

Oh, you in a slump

I'm headed to Oakland like Kevin Da Runt

What is your point?

Square with the stamp, for Kevin Durant

Lay on on my trap

Play with my cap and I'll knock off your hat

I'm taking the cheese and killing the rats

Gucci Mane, call me the cat with the racks

I'm swervin', but I'm in back of the 'Bach

I'm Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq

I'm servin' I pay a bird for that

He nervous, ain't got no words for that

He hurt and want all of his purses back

He mixing the syrup with the Percocets

She perfect and she got perky breasts

I just want some of that turkey neck

Trapper of the year, I'm from Bouldercrest

You snitch of the year cause you told the bis'

[Quavo:]

Good drank, big knots

Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks

Drop top, no hot box

12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops

She said the molly give her thizz face

Put the dick in her rib cage

Whips out Kunta Kinte

Diamonds clear like Bombay

Take your babies, no Harambe

Play with keys like Doc Dre

3K like Andre

And your girl, call her, come through

[2 Chainz:]

Ayy, Mike Dean

This shit hard as fuck, bruh

You a living legend, I appreciate that

Ayy, Guwop, I'm glad you home, cuz

Quavo, you already know man

You got next on these niggas double salute man

True shit, 2 Chainz!

Hair Weave Killer

Daniel Son, the Necklace Don

Chapo Jr

I mean, I can go on for days

Lil Baby lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

Oh, oh, oh

Drop a hundred of them thangs, spend a little on my baby

Lil' baby, lil' baby

Oh-oh

I just bought a pair of Rollies, got one for my baby

Lil baby, ooh, lil' baby, ooh

[2 Chainz:]

Get out my car lonely, take care of the bar cover

Shawty got an ass so fat, she got a scarf over it

I got them rocks on me, used to have blocks on me

Now I'm living for PETA, cause I got a fox on me, ah

Now that I told you niggas, I showed you niggas

She come through this bitch with Chanel on her pumps

Apples in back of the trunk

You know I flex if I want, we gon' bust stops on the highway

I got my hands on her thighs

I play with her pussy and listen to Sade

Told her to bring it here shawty, told her to drop it there shawty

I'm from the belly of the beast, remember I barely used to eat

Now that my weed is so loud, you can hear it down the street

Pull up ten cars deep, you can't get rich off sleep

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

Oh, oh, oh

Drop a hundred of them thangs, spend a little on my baby

Lil' baby, lil' baby

Oh-oh

I just bought a pair of Rollies, got one for my baby

Lil' baby, ooh, lil' baby, ooh

[2 Chainz:]

I call her my lil' baby, she act like a lil' baby

She spoiled like it was the worst, she trip, I buy her the suitcases

We make the screw faces, had sex in a few places

Bedroom, living room, bathroom, kid's room and the basement

Straight shot, no chaser, you'll always be my lil' baby

Wanna know how your day been, can't wait to go bare skin

Stretch you out by the bear rug, give you hugs by the fireplace

Going down like the fire escape, estate with the iron gates

All the diamonds got a ping on 'em, living life like a king, don't I?

Walk around with your dream on me

Never front on your team homie

They say sex a weapon, shit, mine got a beam on it

My spinach got cream on it, Ty Dolla gon' sing on it

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

Oh, oh, oh

Drop a hundred of them thangs, spend a little on my baby

Lil' baby, lil' baby

Oh-oh

I just bought a pair of Rollies, got one for my baby

Lil' baby, oh-ohh, lil' baby, ooh

Dolla $ign!

Lil' baby, lil' baby, ooh

Day Party lyrics - 2 Chainz

Yeah, day party at my crib, you invited

Day party at my crib, bring a lighter

Don't be going out by the deep-end if you can't swim

Ain't no lifeguard, yeah, I'm a trife God

Yeah, I'm a Drench God, yeah, hit up this park

Yeah, you gon' need work, yeah, you gon' leave work

Yeah, you gon' need work, yeah, you gon' leave work

Yeah, I'm in and out of the ville, yeah, I got a profit to get

I get to licking around, I get to pointing at bitches

You, you, you, you, you, you, you, what?

You, you, you, you, you, you, you, yeah

Day party at my crib, you invited

Day party at my crib, bring a lighter

BBQ, no key cools, no cheap shoes

Good sea food, good beach food

Should teach schools shit been cooped

Cathedral, unequal, illegal

I go to Gucci to mingle

Got 'em high notes like a singer

I make a left, hit the blinker

Hublot or the AP, both of 'em cost 80 piece

Mealtime, y'all can barely eat

I'm wired up, I can barely sleep

Told y'all niggas, most y'all niggas, showed y'all niggas

Coach y'all niggas, broke y'all niggas, smoked y'all niggas

Choked y'all niggas, poked y'all women

Had them chickens covered like Tabasco

Bales of weed down the street from the pasture

Got a garage filled up with Caspers

Me and my scale live happily ever after

Yeah, you gon' need work, yeah, you gon' leave work

Yeah, you gon' need work, yeah, you gon' leave work

Yeah, I'm in and out of the ville, yeah, I got a profit to get

I get to licking around, I get to pointing at bitches

You, you, you, you, you, you, you, what?

You, you, you, you, you, you, you, yeah

Day party at my crib, you invited

Day party at my crib, bring a lighter

Doors Open lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Future)

[2 Chainz]

DJ Paul!

Choppa kinda old, but a new clip

Shoot your ass, put yo ass on a news clip

Hope her two lips smell like tulips

Put you in the ground right next to the tulips

Nigga talkin' shit on the other side

Tell that pussy nigga I pull up

Used to sell work to his aunt, he ain't push weight

Nigga did pull ups

By the time ya look up, nigga done cook up

When you turn away, a nigga done took her

Got her in the suite, looking like a hooker

Jumpin' on the bed like Jimmy "Fly" Snuka

I take her to the mall and I pocketbook her

You tryna' spend time, nigga probably book her

Yeah, I'm tryna' fuck her, fuck her like I used to

I don't believe in karma, but I believe in Kama Sutra

Put one leg on the other leg

Then I skate away like Winnipeg

And I'm through fucking with these lame niggas

You a zero like a Easter egg

Got a lotta shooters in my repertoire

Got a dope spot called Escobar

Member when I used to play basketball

Now I'm out here playing ratchet ball, ooo!

[Future:]

2 dollars a zip for some Actavis

Purple that Sprite in, then you pour it, you know we want it

Mollies and roxies you know we want it

Trap out that house with the doors open

We put that work in on any corner

That moolah, that fetti, you know we want it

I was trappin' out the house with my doors open

Comin' down through the town with my doors open

Got that carbon on my lap with my doors open

When I'm rollin' through the trap with my doors open

When I'm rollin' through the trap with my doors open

Catch me rolling through the trap with my doors open

Wanna pull up at the club with the doors open

[2 Chainz:]

Bowl like a tournament, she hang like a ornament

Nigga, your jewelry look prosthetic

Rims on my car got it bowlegged

Took your bitch back and got store credit

Still drinking Actavis, niggas is slackin'

I rap like the plastic on packages

Everything I do immaculate

House full of marble, no vacuuming

Charges consist of the trafficking

Trappin' I had the bitch bumpin' like Acne

Gettin' some head on the balcony

So far ahead they in back of me

Walked in the store left my doors open

All my Rolls Royce got 4's on 'em

Heard you niggas told like 400

Been the coldest nigga out the whole summer

Uh, talkin' bout bruh let me hold some

Like we used to sleep on the floor or somethin'

Lookin' for a cup so I could pour some

She brought a friend who brought a friend

We gonna have us a foursome

We started up around 4 or somethin'

We did not stop til like 4 or somethin'

[Future:]

2 dollars a zip for some Actavis

Purple that Sprite in, pour it, you know we want it

Mollies and roxies you know we want it

Trap out that house with the doors open

We put that work in on any corner

That moolah, the fetti, you know we want it

I was trappin' out the house with my doors open

Comin' down through the town with my doors open

Got that carbon on my lap with my doors open

When I'm rollin' through the trap with my doors open

When I'm rollin' through the trap with my doors open

Catch me rolling it through the trap with my doors open

Wanna pull up at the club with the doors open

When I'm fuckin' on your hoe with my doors open

I been smokin' on the dro with the doors open

I pull up in the Rolls with the doors open

I swerve in the block with the doors open

I fuck a nigga hoe with the doors open

I bought this shit with the doors open

Coming down on candy with my doors open

Had a young little bitch with her nose open

Fucked a bitch real good with the doors open

Young nigga pulled up with the doors open

Trap right now keep the fuckin' house open

Here We Go Again lyrics - 2 Chainz

Yeah, let me catch a motherfucking wave

I got a Chanel surfboard let me catch a wave

Woke up this morning

Dick look like a flag pole

Got a cashmere bathrobe

Shit, 200 on the dash board

If you feeling froggy lil nigga gonna jump he still a lil tadpole

Yeah I move a little tad slow cause I'm sipping on the castro

Here we go again

I drink a four again

Not going poor again

Young nigga supposed to win

I asked the Lord to forgive me

I used to jugg at Spondivits

Diamonds for wife and the children

This is my life I'ma live it

I got Jesus on my pendant

Been hustling since an appendix

When you look up I'm lieutenant

When you look up for attendance

Gucci sun all of my tennis

Make this shit look like a business

Make killers look like a witness

Make shopping look like a fitness

Ran the trap fuck the Olympics

You wasn't there you must missed it

I posted pics on my Insta

Don't you become a statistic

Don't you know I know logistics

Still got Riri on my wishlist

Your lady got me on her hit list

Don't think you gonna forget this

Here we go again

I drink a four again

Not going poor again

Young nigga supposed to win

I asked the Lord to forgive me

I used to jugg at Spondivits

Diamonds for wife and the children

This is my life I'ma live it

Yeah, I know they like whats he saying

Spondivits, that's some south side shit

Some Atlanta shit, Virginia Avenue

I used to go up in there get me a bucket of crab legs, melted butter

But at the same time I got a jug in the parking lot though, you dig

Here we go again

I drink a four again

Not going poor again

Young nigga supposed to win

I asked the Lord to forgive me

I used to jugg at Spondivits

Diamonds for wife and the children

This is my life I'ma live it

I tell em', I tell em' meet me over there by the Waffle House

I'm selling bags though no lil shit no poquito

Muy grande, muy muy grande, plug talk

You muy poquito, me muy grande

mixtape: Daniel Son; Necklace Don (2016)

• Intro
• Get Out The Bed
• Ghetto
• Ounces Back
• Chirp
• Kilo
• Big Amount
• You In Luv Wit Her
• Blessing
• 1 Yeezy Boot 

Intro lyrics - 2 Chainz

Ayy, and uh

Next up we have, uh, Daniel Son, the Necklace Don

Get Out The Bed lyrics - 2 Chainz

Uh let me get a caesar salad, please, with croutons and codeine dressing, and a diet codeine. On a codeine diet. I get all that shit, I get back on that shit

When I get out the bed, I grind, I hustle

Get out the bed and grind and hustle

Get out the bed and grind and hustle

Get out the bed and grind and hustle

Did it before and I'll do it again

Did it before, I'ma do it again

Did it before, I'ma do it again

Do it again

Been 'posed to stop drinkin'

Pocket full of Ben Franklins

Y'all niggas been hatin'

Balmain mixtape

Surround the booth with yellow tape

Zip the kush then meditate

Your ladder straight, you featherweight

You heavyweight, it's Saturday

Gladiator, tell your neighbor

Gun on table, Buick LeSabre

Do you now, do you later

Dice game, pool table

Two flavors, too anxious

Got to kill these niggas

I don't feel these niggas

Them some stealin' niggas

Them lil' bitty niggas

On Peter St. at my buildin'

Nigga, Keisha's daycare was half a million, nigga

Get out the bed and grind and hustle

Get out the bed and grind and hustle

Get out the bed and grind and hustle

Get out the bed and grind and hustle

Did it before and I'll do it again

Did it before, I'ma do it again

Did it before, I'ma do it again

Did it before

Fell off, came up

Fell off, came back up

Pulled a doolie in Magic parkin' lot

Came back up

Go to the door, don't get searched

Don't have to pay

Walk in, get ones, order wings

Nigga, this the A

AP, Hublot, Patek, Rollie, gold teeth

Niggas stealin' so much sauce

Them niggas damn near stole me

They stole the swag and they stole my license

You don't know about my sacrifices

Today I worked out on my triceps

Bought a room just to shoot dice in

Whip same color Cicely Tyson

Smokin' gas one of my original vices

Made a mil' off my phone devices

Listen to your own advices

I'm laid up, but I'm prayed up

You a handful, you a A cup

Might rock a jersey and a Jacob

Y'all young niggas need to wake up

Get out the bed and grind and hustle

Get out the bed and grind and hustle

Get out the bed and grind and hustle

Get out the bed and grind and hustle

Did it before and I'll do it again

Did it before, I'ma do it again

Did it before, I'ma do it again

Did it before

Ghetto lyrics - 2 Chainz

Excuse me, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me

My life is a movie

Yeah, I came from the mud

Came from the bottom

Spot 'em, I got 'em

I bought a bandana for 600 dollars

Mr. Miyagi

I like that pussy real soggy

I bought her noodles and sake

Favorite meal used to be chocolate

I used to stay with my cousins

Heat the house up with the oven

Airport tried to make us move without payin' us

We told 'em we ain't budgin'

We stole our cable from next door

It was still a finesse though

I'm still here, where the rest go?

This right here manifesto

I got some gold on my front tooth

And my hair grow like it's kudzu

Told her take a hike like hut two

I was raised by the Huxtables

I was raised in apartments

Right up under that yellow light

Right on top of that bando

Stand on the couch when I feel like, yeah!

I'm ghetto, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me

Yeah, I'm ghetto, excuse me

Can't make no excuses

I'm ghetto, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me

My life is a movie

I'm ghetto, excuse me

Please accept my apologies

This a biography

See through you niggas like radio-ology

Yeah, I'm ghetto, excuse me

I dip my bread in the Kool-Aid

My partner wrecked the new car

He only had that bitch two days

When you was rockin' the new Js

I was servin' some new Js

Went to the prom in a J car

He had just bought a new Mustang

Now I walked around with a digi scale

Paraphernalia in fingernails

Yeah you did dirt, but you finna tell

I used to get 20 of 'em in the mail, yeah!

I'm ghetto, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me

Yeah, I'm ghetto, excuse me

Can't make no excuses

I'm ghetto, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me

My life is a movie

I put hot sauce on my tater chips

The fact I said tater chips

Back on that crazy shit

Me and Ruth Chris, we got a relationship

Yeah I'm ghetto as fuck

I told 'em I got that strong

Tell 'em meet me up the street

For Christmas I want me a stove

For Christmas I want me a scale

For Christmas I want me some sandwich bags

If I go to the hospital

Better put rims on the ambulance

Better put lean in my IV

Nurse better have double Ds

Rest in peace to Double D

I'm from the ghetto, we a hundred deep

I'm ghetto, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me

Yeah, I'm ghetto, excuse me

Can't make no excuses

I'm ghetto, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me

I'm ghetto, excuse me

My life is a movie

You know, as kids we don't choose where we grow up at. You know, it's a living arrangement, it's a living situation. You know, but I'm thankful for everything that I've been through, for every seed that's been planted. You know, everything that grew on me. You dig what I'm sayin'? I come from that. I'm goin' this way, though. You dig what I'm sayin'? Yeah, straight up, a ghetto child, though, man. Super duper blessed, man, super duper blessed. Really anointed, anointed by the Lord so you know, I'm supposed to be here, you know what I'm sayin'? But excuse me, please, excuse me. I'm tryna go that way... that way

Ounces Back lyrics - 2 Chainz

I told her bounce it back

I told her ounces back

I told her bounce it back

You been sellin' drugs for years

Ain't got a bird, nigga

You been sellin' weed, nigga

You ain't a plug, nigga

You know I'm different from them

I'm from a different cloth

I got a nina ross

9th grade, gettin' paid

Sunshine, no shade

All day, errday

Southwest Atlanta, A

Okay

Let me start, nigga

Apartment baby, I can't deny

Transparent, see through it, I like it then I buy

Seen through you niggas like Ziplocs

Gucci be all on my flip flops

Had me more white than a avalanche

I put that gas in a turkey bag

I told her ounces back

I told her bounce it back

I told her ounces back

I told her bounce it back

You been sellin' drugs for years

Ain't got a bird, nigga

You been sellin' weed, nigga

You ain't a plug, nigga

I'm back to my condo on Jupiter

You must have forgot I had it

You already know what I'm mad at

I'm wearin' Hermes as a habit

And I got that hat and the rabbit

So now that we got it established

Who want a gunfight?

Slung it from left right

Back on my bullshit, it ain't nothin' nice

Ain't sacrifice, went Saks twice

That's how I feel, young nigga, yoooooung

Okay, I'm back... where they at?

Yo, Skooly, my nigga

What we gon' do on these niggas?

Rockin' Medusa on niggas

Quality tru

My cousin coolin', meant to say... my bousin boolin'

Goat had them units, Goat had that cookie

I had a plug on it, I brought the kush in

See I wanna rub on it, I miss that pussy

And I'll beat that pussy, friendly reminder

Don't let me find you, I creep up behind you

I give you the Heimlich, you think it's the Heimlich

Then I'ma G5 it, just switched the climate

And this is Bvlgari, and no I'm not sorry

I'ma get married at Benihana's, have the reception at Follie's

I told her ounces back

I told her bounce it back

I told her ounces back

I told her bounce it back

You been sellin' drugs for years

Ain't got a bird, nigga

You been sellin' weed, nigga

You ain't a plug, nigga

I told her ounces back

I told her bounce it back

I told her ounces back

I told her bounce it back

You been sellin' drugs for years

Ain't got a bird, nigga

You been sellin' weed, nigga

You ain't a plug, nigga

Chirp lyrics - 2 Chainz

Yeah man, you know

I just gotta get this shit off my chest, I do, I do

I'm tired of it, I'm sayin' this shit all the time

Like niggas takin' the style, niggas takin' everything a nigga do

I'm 'bout to get an alarm for my shit

Nigga get close to my shit, I'm puttin' a chirp on that shit

Shit gon' go off on niggas

Brr brr! You dig what I'm sayin'?

Try to take my style, nigga, brr brr

Try to take my bitch, nigga, brr brr

Damn, try to take my swag, nigga, brr brr

Yeah, try to take my bag, nigga, brr brr

Yeah, try to hit my gas, nigga, brr brr

Thumbin' through the cash, nigga, brr brr

Thousand dollar pants, nigga, brr brr

Shit, try to take my dance, nigga, brr brr

I got Bloods in Savannah

I got Crips on Old National

On your ho like a fashion

Pinky ring on Alaska

Illest nigga in Nebraska

Nigga fake like wrastlin'

Got cash or plastic

Big cash, cappin'

Six Flags, lotta rides

Turn the beat to a homicide

Microphone look mortified

Lyrical bullets is a .45

I'm doin' 75 on the 75

85 off of 85

200 on 285

None of my cars take 89

Down to get money any time

Life a bitch with no panty line

Us versus the other squad

Stash spot is my boxer shorts

Just stickin' to the protocol

Weed smellin' like underarm

Turn you suckers into bubblegum

Try to take my style, nigga, brr brr

Try to take my bitch, nigga, brr brr

Damn, try to take my swag, nigga, brr brr

Yeah, try to take my bag, nigga, brr brr

Yeah, try to hit my gas, nigga, brr brr

Thumbin' through the cash, nigga, brr brr

Thousand dollar pants, nigga, brr brr

Shit, try to take my dance, nigga, brr brr

I just might stand on the car

Stand on the wall

Logos on my bag

Logo on my scarf

Yeah I met her tonight

Fuck her tomorrow

You know how we are

You know who we are

Yeah the trap is my workplace

You know I came from a hurt place

Had to reverse it to first place

To father, hustler in first place

And I said word for word

I usually smoke at work

I either smirk or flirt

Took it from hard to vert

I got some word to off

Them bitches bumpin' soft

Young niggas stealin' sauce

I'm tryna drill 'em off

I'm tryna kill this off

I bring the women out

I'm 'bout to build a house

Then I'ma rent it out, woah!

Try to take my style, nigga, brr brr

Try to take my bitch, nigga, brr brr

Damn, try to take my swag, nigga, brr brr

Yeah, try to take my bag, nigga, brr brr

Yeah, try to hit my gas, nigga, brr brr

Thumbin' through the cash, nigga, brr brr

Thousand dollar pants, nigga, brr brr

Shit, try to take my dance, nigga, brr brr

You already know that's me though, stay drenched

Every time you see me, I'm drenched

I'm the freshest nigga in the room, you dig what I'm sayin'?

I'm soaked, uh

We gon' need some wet floor signs in here, people, please

It's the drench god, we don't want nobody to fall

Slip up on this sauce, mane

Kilo lyrics - 2 Chainz

I'm walkin' like I got a kilo

Walkin' like I got a kilo, walkin' like a kilo

Pinky ring minus 30 below

And the dope man is my fuckin' hero

Walkin' like I got a kilo

I'm walkin' like I got a kilo, I'm walkin' like a kilo

Pinky ring minus 30 below

And the dope man is my fuckin' hero

I come in this bitch so fast, let me slow up on niggas

I fuckin' that bitch with the ass, and she hold up on niggas

You know that I'm drinkin', I pour up on niggas

My style, and just like I throw up on niggas

I don't fuck with niggas especially a ho nigga

VIP, I pour Moët on niggas, ayy

Triple beam to a digital scale, I got work in the mail

Clientele, I need a tractor trailer and a Ms Griselda

And I ain't into failure, and I don't even know what to tell you

I ain't got no work to sell you

I got hope to sell you, got me a boat to sail in

Ain't no joke like Rakim

Got the trap house rockin', you ain't get that shit

I got me a half, that's a split when I flip it

And whip it 'til I get me 36s

I get it, I got it, I'm slangin' narcotics

I sold dope in college, I'm semi psychotic

Might put the semi on niggas

Never keep bricks in mi casa

I'm walkin' like I got a kilo

Walkin' like I got a kilo, walkin' like a kilo

Pinky ring minus 30 below

And the dope man is my fuckin' hero

Walkin' like I got a kilo

I'm walkin' like I got a kilo, I'm walkin' like a kilo

Pinky ring minus 30 below

And the dope man is my fuckin' hero

I do this shit for the A

Y'all get the fuck out my way

I bought a car just to race it

I pass the car just to chase it

This is a standing ovation

The trap was my standin' __cpLocation

Hit the strip club in the day shift

Give a lil' bitch a donation

Fresh to my bootlaces

I just beat me a few cases

I just told myself

"Self, I need me a new bracelet"

Who the fakest? You the fakest

Lose or take it, rule to bacon, rude awaken

You forsaken, you replacement

Got me a jacuzzi in the basement

If it was a real nigga party

You couldn't get an invitation

You niggas is basic, you bitches is basic

I'm fuckin' two hoes in two different __cpLocations

You sittin' adjacent, you need a rotation

You need a quotation

Oh my medulla is mula

That pussy so close I can taste it

I'm walkin' like I got a kilo

Walkin' like I got a kilo, walkin' like a kilo

Pinky ring minus 30 below

And the dope man is my fuckin' hero

Walkin' like I got a kilo

I'm walkin' like I got a kilo, I'm walkin' like a kilo

Pinky ring minus 30 below

And the dope man is my fuckin' hero

Big Amount lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Drake)

[2 Chainz:]

I'ma tell you, I'ma tell you this right now

If you, if you woke up this mornin', nigga you winnin' for real

(Buddah Bless this beat)

I got a big amount, I took a different route

I am the pick of the litter

I was in juvy, they gave me community

I had to pick up some litter

I want it easy, please do not tease me

I wore my Yeezys to dinner

This is the season, I got the seasonin'

Don't make me sprinkle you niggas

I got my reasons, you wanna please me

Send me the pussy, not pictures

Met her this week and fucked her this evenin'

She turn a freak on the liquor

Yeah, I am a boss on these bitches

Yeah, I pour some Voss on these bitches

Yeah, I have no thoughts on these bitches

Yeah, rock double-cross on these bitches, yeah

Dearly departed, gather today

On some Prince shit

You know what they say

Me and my safe, got a friendship

Ten on me, thin weight, flip weight, gettin' paid

Gettin' laid

Bitch made, took off sick days

6 trey, 6-4 bounce, bitch, bounce

Hood nigga, favorite spot was the Waffle House

Patty melt with the hash browns

Tryna avoid all the pat-downs

Tryna avoid all the lame hoes

Weirdos in the background

Blackout when I back out

Blow the horn for a pedestrian

Shawty ride like an equestrian

I bought the dress that she in

Red bottoms in his and hers

Got a Rollie in his and hers

Got a car in his and hers

Walk in the zoo and say, "Pick a fur"

Last night was a blur to me

This mornin' I got two with me

I don't know what to do with me

Goin' ape like the zoo with me

Got a tool with the screw missin'

Two girls in the pool kissin'

Everywhere I go, the rod with me

'Cause these niggas actin' too fishy

[Drake:]

Fuck y'all niggas on, man?

Duffle bag forever

Just left V Live

Atlanta could never die as long as Tit alive

Yeah

Look, I got a big amount

I think I'm the biggest out

Got hits and I ain't even put 'em out

Lit and you can't even put it out

Got the Billboard melodies

Rap is somethin' I do on the side

Crossed over to the other side

And I didn't even have to die

Got the money and I never show it

Let a nigga try to play heroic

Michael Jackson talkin' to me in my dreams

And he say, "You bad and you know it"

Better shamone with my check then

I'm a J. Prince investment

Niggas love to talk reckless

Then see me like best friends

Got the sand-colored FN

And I've never seen the inside of a Marriott or a Westin

Five stars, nothin' less than

Fuck niggas on your payroll

And you let 'em know the safe code

And you knew him for a month though

But you call them niggas big bro

You could move in the Hidden Hills

And we still don't live by the same code

I'm respected everywhere I go

Nigga, long live Bankroll

Skip the rainbow, funny style shit

And it's straight to the pot of gold

Somebody, everybody know

6 God with the god flow

Yeah, yeah

You In Luv Wit Her lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. YFN Lucci)

[2 Chainz:]

About to roll some more of this shit too

I got the boy Lucci with me

We might come in there and take, all the hoes

Like I could rob, like, everybody there

That Chanel shit, I like that

Got your own ride, I like that

Got your mind right, I like that

In a fantasy world, I'd wife that

At the blue flame with 2 chains on

8 rings on, maintain home

Got pulled over on the way home

Used to make juugs off the payphone

Left mama's crib with a thousand Nikes

Niggas know I had a thousand wifeys

Hood nigga, had a thousand vices

Hit Benihanas for a thousand rices

Garlic butter with the yum yum

You know the south side where I come from

Hit the dealership with a lump sum

Make her pump the gas with her pumps on

With some pom poms, that's Don Juan

Don Julio, trap house needs cuticles

Trap house need a studio

Trap house need a new sofa

These young niggas keep fuckin' on it

I do this shit so big I can get Puffy on it

[YFN Lucci:]

I can tell you in love with her

Tell you in love with her

Yeah you can tell I'm just fuckin' her

Don't you tell that I'm fuckin' her

Yeah you can tell you be cuffin' her

Steady cuffin' her while I be fuckin' her

Yeah you be cuffin' her while I be fuckin' her

Yeah

Meanwhile I was gettin' head with my chain on

Drophead, yeah the brain gone

Plain Jane on, gettin' rained on

No time to complain, homes

Know I'm tired, took a plane home

Know my cars and everything on

Know that I murder everything I'm on

I ain't even gotta say I'm on

Yeah I smoke good, paper long

Paper good, wish you would twist the wood

Grip the wood, grip it good

Go and juug, get the good, split the goods

Get the guns, split the guns, flip the guns

Yeah, yeah, uh

We gon' take a nigga's bitch

Take a nigga's bitch, make a nigga sick

Fucked her like my bitch

I'ma fuck her like my bitch

Make a nigga sick

Take a nigga's bitch, fuck her like my bitch

I can tell you in love with that bitch

I can tell you in love with her

Tell you in love with her

Yeah you can tell I'm just fuckin' her

Don't you tell that I'm fuckin' her

Yeah you can tell you be cuffin' her

Steady cuffin' her while I be fuckin' her

Yeah you be cuffin' her while I be fuckin' her

Yeah

[2 Chainz:]

Downstairs at the Fontainebleau

Pour a deuce in a Mountain Dew

Did everything that I had to do

Used to blaze like Moreland Avenue

If you tryna sell me that pussy then you a prostitute, cool!

I'm a back massage and a good head connoisseur, truuuu!

I'm speedin' down left lanes

Goyard belt gang

Then important text came

She wanna play them sex games

I'm up for that and I'm undefeated

She undeniable underneath me

She told me that I can take the pussy

Just take it easy

Celine bag when she came to see me

Had sex with my watch on, knock her rocks off

Ride around with the top off

Like hot sauce, drop off

Cartier wristwear, it don't come off, yeah

I still got her suckin' dick while she cottonmouth, yeah

[YFN Lucci:]

I can tell you in love with her

Tell you in love with her

Yeah you can tell I'm just fuckin' her

Don't you tell that I'm fuckin' her

Yeah you can tell you be cuffin' her

Steady cuffin' her while I be fuckin' her

Yeah you be cuffin' her while I be fuckin' her

Yeah

Blessing lyrics - 2 Chainz

Yah! Tru

I'm a blessing, I'm a blessing

I'm a blessing, I'm a blessing

If I know you, I'ma bless you

You my folks, I'ma bless you

If I love you, I'ma bless you

If I trust you, it's a blessing

If you flexin', then it's a blessing

And if they test you, then it's a blessing

When I'm alone in my room, sometimes it look like the mall

In the back of my mind, I ball harder than y'all

I used to have an old school that I sat on some dubs

For the first time in my life, mama knew I sold drugs

There it was, hustlin' across the way

Went in on my first ounce with Big Shay

AG had orange, DC had white

Lil cuz got murked, you ain't seen that life

I done bought at least two chains more than twice

Count money from the night 'til the mornin' light

Had a convo with God, I told him, "Thank you, Lord

Cause everything that I've got, I'd like to thank you for"

I'm a blessing, I'm a blessing

I'm a blessing, I'm a blessing

If I know you, I'ma bless you

You my folks, I'ma bless you

If I love you, I'ma bless you

If I trust you, it's a blessing

If you flexin', it's a blessing

And if they test you, it's a blessing

My partner bought so much pussy, man they gave that boy a discount

Hold up, wait a minute, ho I think I got a miscount

I've been runnin' through them rubber bands all day, ho

I've been runnin' through them rubber bands, I got pesos

I just dropped the top on the whip, I'm in fuego

I just poured a 4 in a mothafuckin' Faygo

Diamonds on my teeth, lick the clit, now it's shinin'

Ate a caesar salad, I dropped carats in my salad

Pinky ring, water wrist, water neck, frigid, yeah

Glasses vintage, car vintage, I'm about to get it, yeah

Pocket full of money, nothin' less than a 50, yeah

Smokin' on a zip, nothin' less than a hippy, yeah

I'm a blessing, I'm a blessing

I'm a blessing, I'm a blessing

If I know you, I'ma bless you

You my folks, I'ma bless you

If I love you, I'ma bless you

If I trust you, it's a blessing

If you flexin', it's a blessing

And if they test you, it's a blessing, yeah

I'm a blessing, I'm a blessing

I'm a blessing, I'm a blessing

If I know you, I'ma bless you

You my folks, I'ma bless you, yah, tru!

I'm a blessing, I'm a blessing

I'm a blessing, I'm a blessing

1 Yeezy Boot lyrics - 2 Chainz

Gon' make me take a shot of, gon' make me take a shot of apple Crown. Ain't no apple Crown? Uh Cap, that's all Cap

I'ma talk that shit them niggas wanna hear

Yeah, nigga drinkin' lean like he drinkin' beer

Told him one time, it was our year

That was last year... now the cash here

One Yeezy Boost, one Yeezy boot

How a nigga do, jumpin' out the roof

Need a parachute, got a pair of coupes

Yeah the paramedics gon' have to carry you

I drop two verses, they on god level

One goin' state, one goin' federal

I get so busy, don't know what to tell you

Man I had to put love somewhere on my schedule

Ain't no time for that

I had to grind for that

I got the diamonds check

You gon' rewind it back

Nigga I'm so fly, I got the pilot back

.44 Bulldog, I'm tryna find a vet

From head to toe, I'm wearin' designer hats

If not, I'm somewhere tryin' on a designer hat

One Rolex, one AP

One black and white, one HD

One Yeezy Boost, one Yeezy boot

How a nigga do, jumpin' out the roof

Need a parachute, got a pair of coupes

Yeah the paramedics gon' have to carry you

One Yeezy Boost, one Yeezy boot

How a nigga do, jumpin' out the roof

Need a parachute, got a pair of coupes

Yeah the paramedics gon' have to carry you

Got my joint filled, with the real killa

Where I come from, my bedroom was real little

Now I'm mansion status, in my apparatus

When they bring my check, I start cabbage patchin'

What's cappin', captain? Around the mat relaxin'

When she look down, I know that's chain reaction

I done been through it, I got a pain reaction

Introduce me to your nigga, I had a lame reaction

Had me all itchin' and shit

I come through on the blitz, I had the shoe with the kit

I got an ink on my body, made the drophead do karate

If I was in a dunk contest, I would jump over Ferrari

One Yeezy Boost, one Yeezy boot

How a nigga do, jumpin' out the roof

Need a parachute, got a pair of coupes

Yeah the paramedics gon' have to carry you

One Yeezy Boost, one Yeezy boot

How a nigga do, jumpin' out the roof

Need a parachute, got a pair of coupes

Yeah the paramedics gon' have to carry you

Yeah the paramedics gon' have to carry you

ColleGrove (2016) - 2 Chainz (with LIL' WAYNE)

• Dedication
• Smell Like Money
• Bounce
• Gotta Lotta
• MF'N Right
• Blue C-Note
• Not Invited
• Bentley Truck
• 100 Joints
• Rolls Royce Weather Everyday
• What Happened
• Section
• Watch Out 

Dedication lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)

You gotta known how to have fun when you gettin' these checks man

Nah, I'mma put this on your camera

You need... I'm bout to tell you right now

Tell me what I need

Tity Boi, Tity Boi

You need to tell Cris, gon' let you go

Young Mula it out, we have fun over here, we just eating

We having fun, we just doing stuff, we don't even care about

(Go get my shit)

Young Money, we care

If it wasn't for Wayne, it wouldn't be

A lot of dudes in the game, including me

We was smoking that gas in '03

Was gon' sell a few bags to Lil Fee

Couple years removed from HBs

Tatted lyrics from Jigga to Jay-Z

I went to Eastover before Katrina

Remember going to Magic riding in my Bimmer

And this was way before FEMA, and you was rappin' and singin'

And I was slanging the Ps and smoking nigga like Newport

Comin up off of Too Short, my underwear was my hoop shorts

And then I went on tour and recorded songs on your tour bus

And that was '08

That's the first time I met Drake

When I hit your cup with that drank

Had a nigga stomach like, "Wait, wait wait, wait", mm

That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg

That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg

That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg

That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg

That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg

That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg

That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg

That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg

You relocated to MIA

You told me, "Shawty this where I stay"

I came down to pay a visit

You told me Zoe Pound and them was trippin'

And you, you wasn't dippin'

Had the M-16 and with the extra clip, ready to act ignorant

Ridin' off in the Phantom and Mr. G he was driving

Pumpin' that Playaz Circle, you told me that we was riding

I told you that I was rappin', told you I wasn't writing

You said Luda was foolish because he wasn't excited

That was way before Tyga, I saw Nicki with Gucci

You said, "You can make a million rappin' 'bout some pussy

I did", T, Fuke, Marley Marl, shining like Armor Oil

You can ask Mack, I was YM 'fore all of y'all

Stunna said I reminded him of Johnny

In this world you either selling or you buying

That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg

That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg

That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg

That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg

That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg

That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg

That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg

That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg

You tatted your face and changed the culture

You screamed "Suu whoop" and them gangstas loved you

You bought a Bugatti so you can flex

And most of the bad bitches your ex

Ride 'til the wheels fall off and they got wobbly

"Duffle Bag" video, we shot that bitch on Godby

You was holding a sty-ry, I had more gold than a pirate

They said it ain't about stylin', what they tryna kick knowledge?

Duffle Bag Boys, yeah I can't forget Dolla

And going to get the money is some words that I follow

I swallowed my pride, smoking endo outside

Straight from ColleGrove, I'm reporting live

That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg

That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg

That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg

That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg

That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg

That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg

That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg

That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg

Smell Like Money lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)

[Lil Wayne:]

Here I go, here I go, this that C5

Bitch, I'm back, with that crack like panty lines, asinine

I get blow like dandelions, fuck more hoes than advertised

They say, "Tune, you're dead wrong," I say wrong had to die

Pussy nigga don't keep it real no more

Drug dealers changed, but the high stay the same

Prices go up, but the high stay the same

Gotta watch for undercovers like crying in the rain

Chillin' in the crib with the lock on the door

Layin' on the couch with the Glock on the floor

Within arm reach, security, alarm breach

I just cut off the lights, hope I don't shoot my hoe

I eat so much shrimp

I smoke so much hemp

The world too small, it feel like four walls

You see, I got holes punched in

My chances are cold cut thin

But I still took 'em, and nigga, we made it

T, roll that killer, weed up in the swisher

And make it as fat as a pig in a blanket

My BFF is Benjamin Franklin

They cry for help, we get 'em a hankie

Ain't nothing sweet but the shit that we drinkin'

The bitches we bangin', the cinnamon danish

The penalty's pending, shit is restraining

It is a shame, but niggas is shameless

Niggas is assholes

Or enemas, finna get anal

Injury, time out, I just blew my mind out

But still I'm maintaining

Real gangsta shit, it get dangerous

You talking money and guns, two languages

I throw niggas from off of the plane I'm in

"Oh, my God, it's rainin' men"

Said the weatherman to the anchorman

I send hella cash to the bank I'm with

What you do it for if it ain't for this?

I watch my step so much, I'm starting to feel like my ankles' wrist

Cold hearted, starting to feel like I'm in Anchorage when I think of this

And rude awakenings get taken in like fragrances

[Lil Wayne (2 Chainz):]

Bitch, I smell like money, dopeman cologne (yeah)

I say, bitch, I smell like money (money), that's that dopeman cologne (tote!)

And if he ain't getting money, don't love him, leave his broke ass alone (yeah)

I say if he ain't getting money, leave his stank ass alone

'Cause bitch, I smell like money (yeah)

I smell like money

When you this rich, they call it wealthy

Shit, they gotta call it somethin'

Yeah, Lord, I done got too rich for stuntin', damn

But not for thuggin'

That's right bitch I smell like money (money), money (money)

You smell me coming

[2 Chainz:]

Yeah, 2 Chainz, uh

Totin' double barrels in a horse and carriage

Ain't scared of nothing except God and marriage

Through the concrete grew a rose petal

If trapping was a sport, I'd have a gold medal

I steal her, like Jerome Bettis

Call me Trill Cosby, I might spike my own beverage

Parallel park in front of Neiman Marcus

He ain't never fly, nigga, like an ostrich

They say ain't nothing for free, but please free my partners

Might have a swag contest and give out free Versaces

Yeah, lobster rolls for an appetizer

Bad red bitch give me a lap-etizer

I'm in my Rolls Royce because it's black and wiser

And don't get in the way, my nig, this rapid fire

Brrr, stick 'em, I'm a victim of being a victim

Codeines, Xanax, and liquor

Prescriptions and couple pistols

Got clean Molly with the crystals

Middle finger to the judicials

Fork and a pot is my utensils

Had a threesome with two sisters

I get head and you kiss her

I don't never call and you miss her

I got every gun except a missile

I paid attention to the minister

My silhouette is sinister

Only child with trust issues

You couldn't walk a mile in my hoop shoes

Me and Tune, two loose screws

Two parts in my box cut, my pop wouldn't even pop up

Last night I prayed to God and asked for him to make a drop truck

Polo T and ice watch, moccasins without socks

And I smell like money, I can count a hundred thousand with the lights off

Woo! Yeah

[Lil Wayne (2 Chainz):]

I say, bitch, I smell like money, that's that dopeman cologne (yeah)

And if he ain't getting money, don't love him, leave his broke ass alone (yeah)

I say if he ain't getting money, leave his stank ass alone

'Cause, bitch, I smell like money

Bounce lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)

[Lil Wayne:]

3 Chainz, oww

Caught up in my bullshit, put your head on backwards

And skate off after, engage in laughter 'bout what just happened

Fingers in napkins get sent to mammies, is that too graphic?

Catch you in traffic, you sitting Daffy like stealing candy

My ceiling's absent, my wheels are massive, my friends assassins

All of us bastards, our mothers queens and our women dancers

My rivers rapid, my fins are splashin', my gills are flappin'

I bit some matches then sipped some gas and went kiss a dragon

[2 Chainz:]

I'm really rappin', no finger snappin', I'm pistol packin'

Y'all niggas slippin', my swag is drippin', so here's a napkin

What's really happnin'? Verbal attackin', I'm showing passion

Know what I mean, see I'm the king like I'm from Akron

I'm going overboard, somebody call the captain

And when it come to getting checks, I always want the fat ones

I'm so high I can sing to a chandelier

My flow a glass of Ace of Spade and yours a can of beer

[Lil Wayne:]

Too many bitches, too many blunts, too many buttons

Not enough bullets, them niggas buggin', the SWAT is comin'

AK on shoulder, no shoulder shruggin', aim at ya nugget

My weed sticky like acupuncture and magnets, honey

Knock on the side door three times and have your money

Or get to steppin' like Kappas stompin', I'll slap a junkie

I'm having lunch with Italian Sonny, don't ask the subject

Lord, why you took Rabbit from me? He say, "Don't ask me nothing"

Too many bodies, too many bangers, too many bundles

Not enough bullets, these niggas buggin', I heard they stung you

It's gon' be trouble, we come through and catch you while you cuddle

Them shotgun barrels like tunnels nigga, don't even mumble

[2 Chainz:]

I'm back to ballin', I'm in the back full of magnums only

Pull on the scene and I fuck your queen playing Pastor Troy

Our weed ready, turkey spaghetti and caster oil

That's codeine, turn your guillotine to a fashion show

In four minutes I'll turn this into forensics

In a foreign car with a foreign broad that's long winded

Paper long and you taking long, you just don't get it

Hung the phone up on Satan, told me he want a song with me

Hotter than Mississippi in summer of 1950s

In a van full of some niggas and white bitches

Get pulled over for swervin' like, "Hi, officer"

When he ask me why I was swerving, "I'm high, officer"

I can make it bounce by myself

I can make it bounce by myself

I can make it bounce by myself

I can make it bounce by myself

I can make it bounce by myself

I can make it bounce by myself

I can make it bounce by myself

I can make it bounce by myself

[Lil Wayne:]

Got a mansion, a condo, a cabin, I sleep in my Phantom

So high dancing with the stars to the Star Spangled Banner

I change your channel, I change your pattern, I ring your Saturn

I bang your madam, she get on top and I shake the ladder

I make her straddle then gather and calculate the data

I listen up for the snakes or the baby rattle

I play the shadows, don't play no games, I straight get at 'em

I'm on the chronic all day like it's my favorite album

[2 Chainz:]

A plate of salmon, the Cayman Islands, a stripper dancer

If I don't get the car first, I'll have a temper tantrum

I'm innovative, I demonstrated, this nickle plated

I don't care if you owe me a nick, nigga you need to pay me

I kiss ya lady, eat her pussy then kiss the baby

Get situated, get keys off table then leave her 80

I really made it, get it maid, Schwarzenegger

Won't wrestle niggas, I spatula all you action figures

[Lil Wayne:]

I'm so high the blunt feel like a dumbbell

These niggas tiny like a spider on a Spud Webb

I got some upscale cocaine on my thumbnail

I feed it to my fun girls, they say fuck yeah

[2 Chainz:]

I'm doing this shit like whatever

When I go I'mma leave for the better

I told her you dig like a shovel

I want a Ferrari in yellow

Just so I can match all my yellow bitches

I been a playa since elementary

I got more bars than a penitentiary

I got a clip that hang several inches

I can make it bounce by myself

I can make it bounce by myself

I can make it bounce by myself

I can make it bounce by myself

I can make it bounce by myself

I can make it bounce by myself

I can make it bounce by myself

I can make it bounce by myself

Gotta Lotta lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)

[Lil Wayne:]

Lotta dope

Gotta lotta dope

Ba-ba-da-bope

Da-ba-da-ba-deee, da-ba-da-bope

Ba-ba-da-bope

We gotta lotta dope

We gotta lotta coke

We got weed, that's a lotta smoke

Yeah, that's that loud I hope

And we gotta lotta dope

Ba-ba-da-bope

Okay, we gotta lotta dope (yeah)

Yeah, we got the hotter hoes

I said we done shot a lot of folk (bow)

We be in and out of court

And I done seen so many cowards croak

It's like, watching flowers grow

I mean please, don't you cowards know

We will leave your bloody body on your mama's porch?

Lord, born in the projects

Papa was a rolling stone, selling rock crack

Yeah, I grew up in my day

Making juugs on a phone with no contacts

I'm drinking Actavis only, no Hi-Tech

Hold on, think I'm getting too high tech

Yeah, I think she getting a contact

Now she needs some dope dick and she know who to contact

Da-ba-da-ba-deee, da-ba-da-bope

Ba-ba-da-bope

I said we gotta lotta dope

We gotta lotta coke

We got weed, that's a lotta smoke

Yeah, that's that loud I hope

I said we gotta lotta dope

Yeah, ba-ba-da-bope

[2 Chainz:]

Yo Tunes, pass the steel or bash the steel

My passion real, I'm fashion ill

The pussy niggas are Massengil, mass appeal

My past is real before I had the deal, you dig?

Pies and cakes, out of state

Lies is fake, God don't make mistakes

Got the girl pussy smelling like codeine syrup

Got the bands on me like a football field, I'm ill

I deserve a threesome for my birthday

If she pretty it's Magic City on the first date

Cup of lean and toast, yeah I'm 'posed to boast

Goodie Mo the quote, not many coming close

Trying to smoke what I never smoked before

Dream what I never dreamed before

Woke up and see my Rolls sky high, I ride by

I drive by, then hop out

[Lil Wayne:]

Da-ba-da-ba-deee, da-ba-da-bope

Yeah, ba-ba-da-bope

I said we gotta lotta dope

Yeah, we gotta lotta coke

We got weed, that's a lot of smoke

Yeah, that's that loud I hope

I said we gotta lotta dope

Yeah, ba-ba-da-bope

[Lil Wayne (2 Chainz):]

Da-ba-da-ba-deee, da-ba-da-bope

(Gotta lot, gotta lot) Ba-ba-da-bope

I said we gotta lotta dope

(Got a lot, got a lot) Yeah, she snort a lotta coke

We got weed, that's a lotta smoke

Yeah, that's that loud I hope

I said we gotta lotta dope

(Yeah) Ba-ba-da-bope

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

Blue C-Note lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)

Yeah

2-17 on the track, man

[2 Chainz (Lil Wayne):]

You did it for the broads (Broads)

I did it for the paper (The paper)

Got a hundred styles (Yeah)

Got a hundred acres (Okay)

Fuck the police (Fuck 'em)

Hundred middle fingers (Fuck 'em)

And you a square nigga (Fuck 'em)

You a chess table (Fuck 'em)

You be savin' hoes (Fuck 'em)

You be rest hatin' (Fuck 'em)

Got a lot of rides (Count 'em)

Like a bus station (Pull up)

See my phone ringin' (Hello)

See my diamonds danglin' (Bling)

See the bitches blinkin' (Ooh)

Blue C-notes (Yeah)

All of 'em singing, blue C-notes (Yeah)

All of 'em Franklins, blue C-notes (Yeah)

Spend without thinkin' (Yeah)

A tool without safety (Yeah)

I have your broads taken (Yeah)

I have they heart achin' (Oh)

Push start crankin' (Rrt)

New grill, face it (get 'em)

New mil, taste it (Mmm)

Straight without a chaser (Wasted)

Drawers come from Macy's (Uh-huh)

Broads is confirmation (Yeah)

Same in different places (Yeah)

I run all the bases (Kill 'em)

You did it for the broads (Broads)

I did it for the paper (Paper)

I got a hundred styles (Yeah)

Got a hundred flavors (Okay then)

Fuck the police (Fuck 'em)

Hundred middle fingers (fuck 'em)

And you a square, nigga (Fuck 'em)

Blue C-notes (yeah)

All of 'em singin', blue C-notes (yeah)

All of 'em Franklins, blue C-notes (yeah)

Spend without thinkin' (Yeah)

Ice on both pinkies (Yeah)

Mobile phone ringin' (Yeah), Blue C-notes

[Lil Wayne:]

I did it for my dogs, I did it for the skaters

I did it for the paper, my niggas still on papers

I got a hundred tats, I got a hundred million

I keep on switchin' wifeys, you gotta Uncle Phil me

Dreadlock Rasta, hair like pasta

I don't see what's your problem, I need an eye doctor

Flying to them dollars, ducking fly swatters

Shoot 'em in the head, leave his mind boggled

Comin' down the boulevard, I'm on your avenue

A half a mil' on my grill, you niggas snaggle tooth, yeah

Told some dead presidents, "I'm finna bury you"

When it come to presidents, I like 'em black and blue, yeah

[2 Chainz (Lil Wayne):]

You did it for the broads (yeah)

I did it for the paper

I got a hundred styles (A hundred)

Got a hundred flavors (Count 'em)

Fuck the police (Fuck 'em)

Hundred middle fingers (Fuck 'em)

And you a square nigga (Fuck 'em)

Blue C-notes (yeah)

All of 'em singin', blue C-notes (Yeah)

All of 'em Franklins, blue C-notes (Yeah)

Spend without thinkin' (Yeah)

Ice on both pinkies (Yeah)

Mobile phone ringin', blue C-notes

[Lil Wayne:]

Got a hundred styles, got a hundred acres

Got a hundred tats, got a hundred skaters

Did it for the broads, I did it for the paper

I'm 'bout to buy a hog, I'm bringin' home the bacon

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

Bentley Truck lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)

[2 Chainz:]

All about it

All about it

I'll tell you all about it, all about it

(Metro Boomin want some more nigga)

This the shit you play when you in a Bentley truck

This the shit you play when them strippers acting up

This the shit you play when you smoke a zip and up

This the shit you play when you sippin' out a cup

This the shit you play nigga (yessir)

This the shit you play (alright)

This the shit you play when you cuttin' up that work

This the shit you play when you ridin' in a vert

This the shit you play when you in a Bentley truck

This the shit you play when them strippers acting up

This the shit you play when you smoke a zip and up

This the shit you play when you sippin' out a cup

Stunt, dab, thrab, racks

Ball hog, Neiman's, Saks

Lenox, Moda, dope, soda

Lean, soda, cream, soda

Shawty thick, small waist

Fat ass, gon' shake

Money tall, Tyra Banks

We everything y'all ain't

Couldn't believe in Santa Claus 'cause I ain't have no chimney

Soufside with a F and the F for Fendi

I'm the type of guy to buy a extra Bentley

Had two SS's like Mississippi

One phone call and I can get some pussy

One phone call, I know you niggas pussy

This the shit you play when you in the bushes

This the shit you play when you hit the boogie

This the shit you play when you in a Bentley truck

This the shit you play when them strippers acting up

This the shit you play when you smoke a zip and up

This the shit you play when you sippin' out a cup

This the shit you play when you in a Bentley truck

This the shit you play when them strippers acting up

This the shit you play when you smoke a zip and up

This the shit you play when you sippin' out a cup

[Lil Wayne:]

This that shit you play, 'bout that pistol play

Bop-bop fix your face, haha in your face

This that shit you know, bitch you know you fake

This that clique you hate, but this that here to stay

This that shit you play, this that clique you know

'Bout that trigger play, trigger finger roll

But this ain't NBA, this the CEO

And this ain't MMA, but this a TKO

Rolls Royce Wraith, I park that bitch and skate

I talk that shit, she caught that line, I call that fish filet

And all of my niggas is A1, and y'all lil niggas look like steak (well done)

And all my woes is athletic, and none of my hoes is getting pregnant

Don't dab, don't dance

Do me, own swag

Leather soft, you niggas softer

What's that smell? Rigor mortis

South Beach, socks off

Money, drugs in the sock drawer

Fuck her good, get a round of applause

This the shit I play when I go to drop a bitch off

This the shit you play when you in a Bentley truck

This the shit you play when them strippers acting up

This the shit you play when you smoke a zip and up

This the shit you play when you sippin' out a cup

This the shit you play when you in a Bentley truck

This the shit you play when them strippers acting up

This the shit you play when you smoke a zip and up

This the shit you play when you sippin' out a cup

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