Black Power. White Powder. lyrics - Killer Mike & 2 Chainz

 (from "Rapture" soundtrack)

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

I been in it for some hours

[Killer Mike:]

I got money, I got money

I bought freedom, I bought freedom

I earned my shit riding in them traps serving them geekers

I bought a lawyer, I bought a lawyer

He beat them cases, He beat them cases

You should seen them dirty cracker racist faces

And I walked outta court like Pac sold my last brick and bought a storefront on the block, on the block

Now I'm OG, Now I'm OG

Niggas know me, Niggas know me

But I don't tolerate that conversate bout the ol' me, bout the ol' me

Ain't no workin getting sold round here

If ya high partner don't call my phone or come near

Outta here with that that fuck shit get from round here

Niggas like you and the feds usually come within a year

I don't like you see I bought a few stores from my rivals

Now that ol' money getting laundered up watch it cycle, watch it cycle

Bought my uncle's company now I tow cars, now I tow cars

He made his first half a mil with red tow cars, with red tow cars

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

I been in it for some hours

One time for the dope man dope man just last went up all kid coke man

Two time for the dope man dope man let your mama bum where your ass at coke man

Every Thanksgiving people get a turkey cause the government looking at 'em like they ain't worth eh

Politicians sending niggas off to prison while they actin like they reputation clean as the church

We celebrate Pablo and Chapo, we don't really give a fuck about a cop though

I'm a mover and a shaker I'm a real money maker and its known I used to sell cocaine

I'm a player I'm a player and the player know the mayor and the mayor know I know some thangs

When my cousin caught a case see the mayor was a counselor in college they whipped them thangs

I ain't never had a plug named Julio, but I'm a tell you right now its who ya know

I ain't never had a flight down to Mexico, but it took me 3 bricks to buy a CITGO

And a CITGO and a CITGO, fat nigga went legit and got rich folks

Did what I had to do to get paid, escape the game like a runaway slave

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

I been in it for some hours

[2 Chainz:]

'Bout 14 I start selling nicks

By 15 I got a felony

By 16 I got my driver's license start using J's car to pedal lean

College Park that my stompin' ground

Used to trap out the apartments

Got my baggies and digi scale

Bought a doll out the Starship

Got my first slab outta Bouldercrest

Got my second slab outta Bouldercrest

Got my third slab Bouldercrest

By my fourth slab I was paying rent

Mama said I was responsible

I was raised by Dr. Huxtable

I ain't never been comfortable

Hot dogs and pork and bean lunchables

God Bless all my enemies

Got 2 buildings on Peters Street

3 studios and a day care

Crib in Florida don't stay there

Just to show you where I came from

This the land of the bass drum

Grandmama was the Xan plug

Strip club got a fan club, ya dig!

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder

I been in it for some hours

Cater lyrics - Tink & 2 Chainz

 Yeah (Hitmaker)

Walk in smelling like bond number Nina

Cater to me and I'm a make you Aquafina

Met her in Miami and she half Latina

And to me a old school is a mutherfucking beamer (Yeah)

You been on your grind and the way you shine, I'm falling in love

Swallow my pride, no one alive is gonna separate us

Sit it on your lap, I massage your back anytime you had a long day

You about your check and I show respect 'cause I know you count it five ways

Ooh, just wanna put my arms around him

Ooh, life would be purposeless without him

I'm a kiss to neck and I'm at my best when I got you standing right here

Cook you a meal and I wash your clothes just to show you I care

I'ma cater to you

You're the man of my dreams, I wanna fulfill all your needs

Oh, yeah

Let me cater to you

I admire your hustle, stay in your duffle

Toni

I like your skin on the tip of my tongue

Kick it like Air Jordan ones (Ones)

Goyard suitcase, you know I'm a trip

On reposado, you know what I sip

Put you to bed, you thought it was NyQuil

Put you to bed, you think it's Bendryl

I been a drill, nine months after might need it Enfamil

This a real game, this is not intramural

Cater to me, I'm a cater to you

Cater to me, ain't telling the favors I do for you boo

Thought about you when I walked in the booth

Thought about you when I woke up this morning

You look at me too long and it make me horny

Come on and ride on me, baby, now this high performance

Sit back and let Tink do the chorus

I'ma cater to you

You're the man of my dreams, I wanna fulfill all your needs

Oh, yeah

I'm a cater to you

I admire your hustle, stay in your duffle

I'm so glad to call this mine

I do anything to prove what you mean to me

Just tell me what you need

You deserve it all, so

I'ma cater to you (You)

You're the man of my dreams, I wanna fulfill all your needs

Oh, yeah (Let me)

Let me cater to you (Only to you)

I admire your hustle, stay in your duffle yeah (Oh)

I'ma cater to you

I'ma cater to you

Dead Man Walking lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Future)

 [2 Chainz:]

I see dead men walking

Buddah Bless this beat

I see dead men walking

I see dead men walking

I see dead men walking (Toni)

I see dead men walking

I see dead men walking

She got a straight pin walkin'

I got the dead men flockin'

I got the hand-held rocket

I never count a man pocket

I get through the red tape

I'm 'bout to race a red Wraith

Dressed every day like the red carpet

I'm showin' growth, had to dreadlock it

I get long neck, ostrich

I take a sexy thing shopping

I'm doin' everything, bossin'

I'm smokin' Mary Jane, flossin'

I got the sauce like teriyaki

Kickin' my shit like Texas Walker

You and your homie are the same target

Put you both in the same coffin

South L Schwarzenegger, strong pay

Porsche killer, klepto, ho-stealer

Highlights, SportsCenter

Big money, no feelings

Big car, no ceiling

Big deal, big wheelin'

Richard Mille, six figures

I see dead men walking (Yeah)

I see dead men walking (Yeah)

I see dead men walking (Uh)

I see dead men walking (Damn)

I see dead men walking (Uh)

I see dead men walking (Yeah)

I see dead men walking

Yeah

[Future:]

Vintage Rolex, Redd Foxx

Pussy soakin', bedrock

Made the coke pop lock

Yeah turn hard rock

Push up on ya exotic, uh-huh

I put codeine in my body, uh-huh

I put tattoos on my body, uh-huh

Richard Mille cost a Bugatti, uh-huh

Ain't have no sheets on the bed (Woo)

I was just countin' up the deads

Hopped on the G4, the stewardess gave me head, chi-chi, woo

I know how to change my voice, finna rob me a nigga, brrt, give it up

Know how to hold that fork in the Pyrex pot, then you cook it up, hmm, hmm

I keep the fives, the tens, the fifties and hundreds are slices of bread, yeah

My chains are hittin' her head, I still got licked up, yeah, yeah

Talkin' to my main bitch, gettin' my dick sucked, yeah, yeah

Plug talk, quarter-brick, bricked up, ayy

[2 Chainz:]

I see dead men walking (Yeah)

I see dead men walking (Yeah)

I see dead men walking (Uh)

I see dead men walking (Damn)

I see dead men walking (Uh)

I see dead men walking (Yeah)

I see dead men walking

Yeah

Devil Just Trying To Be Seen lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Skooly)

 (Devil just tryna be seen, tryna be seen)

Aye-aye (Devil just tryna be seen, June, you're a genius)

That right? (Devil just tryna be—)

Mm, okay

The devil just tryna be seen (The devil just tryna be seen)

You can't be falling asleep

That shit'll turn to a nightmare now (Nightmare)

Just imagine he pop up in your dreams (Mm), uh

Shit, I had to turn to a fiend (Fiend, yeah, fiend)

That shit turned me to a beast (Beast on the streets and I go), ha

Beast on the streets and I— Yeah (That shit turned me to a beast)

Beast on the streets and they know it

Beast on the streets and they know it (That shit turned me to a beast)

Beast on the streets and you know it

Beast in the streets and you know it

Lil' homie poppin' pills

Broke in the building to see what he could steal (Boostin')

Product of being left in the field

Need a vest, rifle, and a shield (Boom)

Image of a murder I don't wanna see

Nigga too young to have a will (Ooh)

Peace (Peace), I'm blessed (Blessed)

I'm strapped (Strapped), no less (Uh)

Don't try it (Uh)

It might be your day to die, you can go to rest (Uh)

The rest, they go march in Dickies (Dickies)

Got a whole palm full of blickies

Ain't no room for them pickets

Yeah, uh (Uh)

Niggas still saying fuck 12 (12)

Niggas still saying fuck Candice (Fuck Candice)

Niggas still saying fuck Karen (Fuck)

Yeah, vicariously

Being a kingpin was something that was cool to be (Tell 'em)

It's therapy

Turn a racist to a motherfuckin' eulogy (Brr)

Beast on the streets and I— Yeah (Woo)

Beast on the streets and they know it (Uh)

Beast on the streets and they know it (Right)

Beast on the streets and you know it (Uh, uh-oh, yeah)

Beast in the streets and you know it (Yeah, in the streets and you know, yeah)

Beast in the streets and you know it (Yeah)

(Beast in the streets and they—) Oh, right there? (Yeah)

I— I got your flavor of choice (What?)

Hit you in the face with a Porsche (What?)

Jumped off the porch a lil' early (Early)

Forty got thirty like Curry (Fah, fah)

You can get flatlined

Basically 'bout time (Yeah, 'bout time)

Better be 'bout yours, 'cause I'm really 'bout mines ('Bout mines)

Wanna commit a crime

So I ain't the one cryin' (I ain't the one cryin')

I'm in alliance with the higher

Shooters want a job and they get hired (Hired)

But I'm a shooter, nigga

I'll shoot your shooter, nigga, 'til I get tired (Uh, huh)

Talk that bando shit (Bando, bando)

Did that, get locked up, get out

Nigga, they can't tell me shit (Can't tell me shit)

I done work hard for that

Know how many my dawgs barked for this (Barked, woo)

I don't need to borrow shit

This right now, no tomorrow shit (Right now, boom, yeah)

Beast on the streets and I— Yeah (Beast on the streets and I—)

Beast on the streets and they know it (Uh)

Beast on the streets and they know it (Beast)

Beast on the streets and you know it (Uh, beast, beast)

Beast in the streets and you know it (Yeah, beast on the streets and you know, ah)

Beast in the streets and you know it

The south got somethin' to say, that's all I got to say

Dresser (Lil Boy) lyrics - 2 Chainz

[Part 1: Dresser]

[2 Chainz:]

.454, I pull up on niggas, I tell 'em lets get it

Niggas they talkin' on Twitter, you niggas you know you gon get it

Benjamin Franklin, niggas know that I keep it 100

Got me a new clip for my .223 and that bitch hold a hundred

[Young Thug:]

I'm still in the hood, I got me a check and I don't want no Nike's

Bitches, they suckin', and fuckin', they do everything except bite it

I can go slow like an old man, I can go fast like I got nitrous

Spent 20 racks for my brother's appeal and I ain't talkin' no Vicodin

Over 1 mil in this room, bitch, I kinda sound like a Pisces

Lil bitch you know I'm the bomb and 2 Chainz the light, no lightnin'

[2 Chainz:]

Wow, these bitches excited, me and Thugger, we 'bout to start up a riot

I ain't got no pussy all week, I'm on that "bitch, suck my dick" diet

[2 Chainz (Young Thug):]

(Monica, come home to me, yea come home to me my dear)

Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser

Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser

(Teresea, I'm tired of lookin' bae, I'm into you, your rear)

Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser

Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser

Ain't nothin' special man, I sold it all yester'

Pull in Phipps Plaza in a motherfuckin' Tesla

Ain't no pressure when you got a little extra

Put them beams on your face, have 'em lookin' like freckles

(Dammit man, I do not know Tar but I'm having Xan's)

(My bitch pussy wet like it's wetting rain)

(This bitch clap on me while I clap at mans, woah)

Got Balenciaga's I ain't even wore yet

Half a pound of gas I ain't smoke yet

Traphouse filled up with Ziploc

Use to get my living room suite from Big Lots

In a strip club with some flip-flops

Thought it's the time, baby it's not

Got a lotta windows on my crib, nigga

Bout to put that motherfucker in a tint shop

[Young Thug (2 Chainz):]

(Monica, come home to me, yea come home to me my dear)

Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser

Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser

(Teresea, I'm tired of lookin' bae, I'm into you, your rear)

Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser

Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser

[Part 2: Lil Boy]

Who killed little boy, who killed little boy?

Rat infested hallways, no escape, no escape

From misery, no way out from that hell

[2 Chainz:]

I'm bout to give these niggas what they ask for

I used to have to argue with my land lord

Yea, my nickname is Tity Boi

Bitch gotta have at least a handful

All my cribs came with a damn pool

Used to stash work in my camel

Young 6'5" with the handle

If you don't watch Atlanta then you need to turn the channel

See I pull up in this bitch in a Phantom

Front grill looking like it's dancin' (it is)

Put some stacks on your head little boy (lil boy)

Yeah they 'bout to call you the grandson (lil boy)

Pussy nigga gonna need a tampon (lil boy)

Put rifle bullets in a handgun (lil boy)

Keep a bankroll on me, nigga

By the time I eat some bacon I got bands on

All my cars I done put rims on 'em

I done touched down, no end zone

All that bitch do is run her mouth, nigga

On the right but that bitch got a Sprint phone (hello?)

Man she got about 100 acres

Enough yard for me to put a couple Benz's on

And I just pop me a perc

I might fuck that bitch with my Timbs on

(Truuuuuu)

Expensify This lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Adam Scott)

 Woke up in a California king

Gold watch, gold chain, gold ring

I know they admire my movements

I been partyin' since Tuesday

Every day a blessing, I won't spoil it

So I had to buy me a gold toilet

Only sit in a first class seat

Then I roll one up with the old receipts (Yeah)

2 Chainz, baby, don't lie to me

Time and space don't apply to me

My garage, abracadabra

Ice whip, two chicks that look like Cleopatra

Whip too refined for the horsepower

Got it runnin' off a seafood tower

Know that I'm here for a reason

Car so cold that it's sneezin'

Day in the life of a baller (Yeah)

Day in the life of a baller

If the money was a lady (Lady)

I would have to call her, call her (Hello)

Stop by mom's crib to get a lighter

Got the whole house decked in designer (Mom)

Quick walkthrough, I'm the VIP

Touch screen door eye scan complete (Tell 'em)

Five-star chef fixin' lunch meat

Marble statue of an emoji

Look at all these chains and they all custom

And they so long, you could double dutch 'em (Tru)

Brought rare back, in a care pack

Rode a bear's back, brought the bear back (What?)

Yeah to do that it take skills (Skills)

ATM next door printin' bills (Bills)

Diamond football, chillin' in a damn box

Jet ski, even though it's landlocked

But now it's time to get married

I'm lookin' so fresh that it's scary

I walk down the aisle and I dap the priest

'Cause I'm so fly, I might marry me

"Will you accept this ring?"

"Hell yeah, let's do this thing"

Day in the life of a baller (Yeah)

Day in the life of a baller

If the money was a lady (Lady)

I would have to call her, call her

Time to hit up my reception

So I drop down to a dimension

Sip Ace of Spades with a porcupine

Two hundred puppies and they all mine

Two million dollars worth of diamonds there

And I paid this dude just to stand there

All animated but it's me, yeah

So I smoked a bong with a reindeer

Gave me the key to the city

And zapped me back kinda quickly

Mama on stage, sippin' champagne

She knew me when I had no chains

Things that I bought so dignified

'Cause I had to snap it with Expensify

Party turned up but it just begun

Expenses paid! (Well my job is done)

Day in the life of a baller (Yeah)

Day in the life of a baller

If the money was a lady (Lady)

I would have to call her, call her (Call her)

Day in the life of a baller (Yeah)

Day in the life of a baller (Tru)

If the money was a lady (Lady)

I would have to call her, call her

G.O.O.D Morning lyrics - 2 Chainz

 [Andrea Martin:]

Im getting this nigga in the morning

He gon' think he been chiefing, just too long when

He see me in the evening, wanna catch all these feelings

Well let me be the first to get mine, Ohh!

[2 Chainz:]

Okay I'm chillin' in my camo, flippin' through the channel

On my GOOD Music shit, my logo's a Lambo

Four doors of ammo, this ammunition I'm pitching

To make your body switch another position

And listen, my weed loud, fuck her and speed off

Tell 'em I bare arms, I'm cuttin my sleeves off

Lettin' my tats show and I sag my pants

Im letting my ass show, I'm hot as tabasco

I study, Castro, yeah, my plug from Cuba

Inside of the car is like a damn computer

Inside of the crib is like a damn museum

You ain't seen these before, you better get 'em on film

Tryin to take these fat pockets, man your chances are slim

Disrespect, you stomp em out, man give em a Tim

You ain't did what I did, see I know I'mma win

And they dont have slow-motion so I did it again

Woah!

[Andrea Martin:]

Im getting this nigga in the morning

He gon' think he been chiefing, just too long when

He see me in the evening, wanna catch all these feelings

Well let me be the first to get mine, Ohh!

[2 Chainz:]

Okay I'm sittin' on the plane, flying over graves

I am so high, nigga I can talk to rain

My outfit's insane, ain't that evident?

My chain had another chain like it was pregnant

My favorite dish is turkey lasagna

Even my pajamas designer

She got a fat ass I make her rewind

Back seat so big I press recline

Got a dirty sprite in my cup holder

Rappers like road kill, they get run over

They get done over, it's just one solider

This flow will make you fall like its October

Me and your girl, nigga opposite of sober

Celine Paris chain charm look like a cobra

Young Casanova, Baby Romeo

I got my girl geeked, she look like she from Tokyo

[Andrea Martin:]

Im getting this nigga in the morning

He gon' think he been chiefing, just too long when

He see me in the evening, wanna catch all these feelings

Well let me be the first to get mine, Ohh!

Gang Up lyrics - Young Thug, 2 Chainz, Wiz Khalifa & PnB Rock

 (from "The Fate Of The Furious" soundtrack)

[PnB Rock:]

Oh yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm with the gang, gang, gang and we 'bout to go up

Switching lanes, it's a thang, every time we show up

You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us

Bet your hoe, she know us

'Cause you know we blowed up

We stay down

And came up, and came up

We stay down

We came up, the gang up

[2 Chainz:]

2 Chainz (Yeah)

I'm a villainous winner

With precision, I'm killing

Represent the religion

Ended up independent

Took my car to the clinic

Let 'em check all the vitals

Middle finger to rivals

Michael Jackson, my idol

Still ducked in a pie hole

Talk to the plug, every day except Cinco de Mayo

I still got me a Carlo

Still got money, Carlo

Your car running so bad, it stink up to your parlor

Call my rollie a Ralo

Call my AP a app

I ain't talking seat-belts when I say that I'm strapped

I'm in love with my side hoe

I sneak up through the side door

I'm a show you what we ride for

I'm a show you what we die for

[PnB Rock:]

I'm with the gang, gang, gang and we 'bout to go up

Switching lanes, it's a thang, every time we show up

You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us

Bet your hoe, she know us

'Cause you know we blowed up

We stay down

And came up, and came up

We stay down

We came up, the gang up

[Young Thug:]

I'm in my same lane, lane that ain't gon' ever change up

I blow the brain out the range like a tasandra

Here's R.I.P. to Paul Walker homie, he gotta stand up

We had you main on us, no we got stains on us

And all we gotta do is stay down and come up while they flexin' (What we gotta do?)

Yeah, I got her Indian and she Western

Yeah, just say so, money your best friend

Then that fast and furious started nesting

Say I'm bout to go take off on you (Take off on you)

Is staying, is you rolling like a scroller? yes you are

Your ready to take off like a 1980 Coke

He know that Instagram shit, are you gon' post that

[PnB Rock:]

I'm with the gang, gang, gang and we 'bout to go up

Switching lanes, it's a thang, every time we show up

You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us

Bet your hoe, she know us

'Cause you know we blowed up

We stay down

And came up, and came up

We stay down

We came up, the gang up

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Yeah, I'm always with my gang

We always ready to ride 'case for the squad, we'll do anything

Stay down, we'll never change

We always gon' stay the same

Put you in check, when you outta place

I try to tell 'em not to mess with my gang, gang, gang

We do what we gotta do and don't complain-plain-plain

I'm on the road, I'm probably fresh up off the plane, plane, plane

Know you heard about me, I do my thang, thang, thang

I got the world on my back

I put your girl on her back

I did it all on my own

Now there ain't no turning back

And my whole squad got my back

And shawty so bad, I asked her if she repped the gang, she said "Facts"

Gang, gang, gang

[PnB Rock:]

I'm with the gang, gang, gang and we 'bout to go up

Switching lanes, it's a thang, every time we show up

You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us

Bet your hoe, she know us

'Cause you know we blowed up

We stay down

And came up, and came up

We stay down

We came up, the gang up

Givin' Up (Not The One) lyrics - Don Toliver, 21 Savage & 2 Chainz

 (from "SPIDER-MAN: ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE" soundtrack)

But I'm not like the others

I don't always like what I have to do (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

But I know I have to be the one to do it

I've given up too much to stop now

I can't be the one here givin' up

I'm not the one here givin' up (No)

Time is up, but I can't feel what it was

If you were me, would you give up?

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up)

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up)

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up)

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up)

Woah, woah

Every obstacle I overcame

Pushed through it, I ain't point to blame

Kept my focus

Every time they tried to hold me back I broke up out they chains

Reached the top, still remain the same

Hit the bottom, get up, no complain

Walk on the stage and they all yell my name

They doubt me, but I always do my thing

'Cause they count on me (21)

I got a family to feed (21)

Duckin' the envy and greed (On God)

Street smart, but I still read (On God)

Give birth to heroes, I breed (21)

I smell a win and get tea (21)

Let down the top, feel the breeze (Straight up)

How you gon' give up on me? (On God)

How you just give up on we? (21)

I never quit, though

Got a house, not spotted with a brick, though (Facts)

Say you hungry, all you wanna do is sit, though (Facts)

I'm a leader, I'll show you how to fish, though (21)

If you wanted, there's some things you gon' miss, though (21)

I got goals everybody ain't built for (21)

I ain't stoppin' 'til I get what I'm here for (On God)

I can't be the one here givin' up

I'm not the one here givin' up (No)

Time is up, but I can't feel what it was

If you were me, would you give up?

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up)

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up)

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up)

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up)

Yeah, 2 Chainz

Love me or love me not, link at the [?] spot

[?] front, we work, that was a hand-me-down

I wasn't stunned, I'll make 'em stand around

I got a stick with a bandana 'round

Never gave up on me, I am your favorite OG

Make your baby OD when she on me

Told him, "In my time," just so you know I ain't lyin'

I bought my whole clique some new Rollies

Alone, never lonely

Roll with the real, never phony

Do 24 like I'm Kobe

My superhero, we goated

It was the street that have motive

I got a car and new wheel (Wheel)

I got new thoughts on the head

Man with the flow and the beard

You know I heard what you said

Now when I'm droppin' the top

Don't let that go over your head

I can't be the one here givin' up (Yeah)

I'm not the one here givin' up (No)

Time is up, but I can't feel what it was

If you were me, would you give up? (Mmm)

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up)

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up)

I'm not the one here givin' up (True, I'm not the one here givin' up)

I'm not the one here givin' up (I'm not the one here givin' up, tell 'em)

Fair enough

Is part of your life (Is part of your life)

I see you runnin' and out of time

Is part of your life (Is part of your life)

Being Spider-Man is a sacrifice

That's the job, that's what you sign up for

Go Get You Some Money lyrics - 2 Chainz & Skooly

 [2 Chainz:]

Yeah

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga gon' stand in the field

Young nigga gon' get him some money

Young nigga gon' threaten to kill

Young nigga gon' get him some money

Young nigga gon' tote him a draco

Young nigga gon' get him some money

Young nigga gon' shoot when I say so

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga gon' get him some money

Young nigga gon' feed your fam

Shit, young nigga ain't tryna be hungry

Young nigga, you doin' a hundred, you doin' it for your mama, yeah

Doin' this here for Drama, here, condoms in Bahamas, yeah

Chopsticks in Katana, yeah, shirt Dolce Gabanna, yeah

I play track and field, shit, run the whole summer

I'm a rapper with a jumper, yeah, I came from the jungle, yeah

Grams in the fender, yeah, fans in the window, yeah

[Skooly:]

Concrete my features, one peep, I'll eat you

Peacoat look like Reeses, ridin' round in a Tee-sla

Oops, damn I mean Tesla, I can be a little extra

I came in with the extras, I'm goin' big in my section

No attention to the pressure, my whole dialog different

My shit wet, watch the leak from it (drip), you won't get it how I'm givin' it

Jimmy dies sent us wet dope, shit done got dry, nigga we winnin'

Martin Luther King with the wordplay, Malcolm X with the defense

[2 Chainz:]

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you a bag

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga don't go out sad

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go feed your family

Young nigga ain't tryna be hungry

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you a bag

Young nigga go get you some money, uh

[Skooly:]

Uh, I'm back bitch, quite fantastic

Really got a bag in, really need a bad bitch

I ain't really average, young on that savage shit

Bitch I just got the new Jag and I'm bein' classy

Watch where you ash your shit, huh

I brought my mans out, huh, he brought the bags out, huh

I brought your bitch with me, huh, and she brought that ass out, huh

And they can't do shit with me, huh, them niggas asked out, huh

Can't even speak with me, huh, I brought them stands out

I was helpin' my mans out, you was up in the damn house

They wonder how brother was gettin' them yams out

It was up in the damn couch

They cut off the lights, they cut all the fans out

We got up and we ranned out

I really was broke, I was damn down

I couldn't even go to my fan house, shit

[2 Chainz:]

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you a bag

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga don't go out sad

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go feed your family

Young nigga ain't tryna be hungry

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you some money

Young nigga go get you a bag

Young nigga go get you some money, uh

[Skooly:]

Uh, go get it, uh, go get it

Uh, go get it, uh, go get it

Yeah, uh-oh

Yeah, go get it

Go, go, go get it

Yeah, go get it

Ah-ah-ah, right now

Ah, come on

Go, go

Good Drank 2.0 lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Quavo & Gucci Mane)

 [2 Chainz:]

Uhh, alright

I did, haha, yeah

Used to treat my mattress like the ATM, yeah

Bond number 9 that's my favorite scent, yeah

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

Rest in peace to pop, he was an OG, alright now

285 I had that pack on me, uh

I cannot forget I had that strap on me, yeah

Rest in peace to my nigga Dawg (Troup)

All we ever want to do was ball

That was the easy part, we playing that Weezy hard

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

Tryna 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 a 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

2 Chainz!

[The Trap Choir & Quavo:]

Good drank, big knots

Good stuff, 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 love give her thizz face

Put that thing 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, tell her come here

[Gucci Mane:]

Your trunk in the front

Well check this out my top in the trunk

You play with my money

Then check this out you're 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, fuck Kevin Durant

Lay 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

Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq

I'm servin', I pay a bird for that

He nervous, I ain't got no word 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 best

[The Trap Choir & Quavo:]

Good drank, big knots

Good stuff, 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 that molly give her thizz face

Put the thing 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, tell her come here

[2 Chainz:]

Favorite rapper, that's 3K

Yeah Sudd that's my DJ

Mike Dean on the piano

Put the work on the E-way

Guwop right next to me

So you know Bouldercrest with me

Man it's hard for you to mess with me

Now you're looking at the best really

Diamonds dancing like Bentley

Might leave in a Bentley

Kinda hard to get with me

Can't believe it like Ripley

Pretty girls like trap music

Man I used to want a condo

Started off in the basement

Ended up on the top floor

Yeah, you listening to the top flow

Now you looking at the top tier

From grams to the Grammys

Told y'all it was our year

Told y'all it was my year

Told y'all it was my year

Told y'all it was my year

Man you looking at the evidence

Yeah God, that's my president

Hell nah, I don't hesitate

I ain't met a girl can curve me

Let a motherfucker set it straight, for real

Hot Wings lyrics - 2 Chainz

 (Hit-Boy)

I'm the big homie now

Don't forget that, I'm the big homie now

I got my spunk, Louie Vuitton

Truck in the front, what're you doin'?

I look so good, don't call me Unc'

She wanna suck, this ain't a Buick

I pull it up, they wanna fuck

We gon' get high, what're we doing?

I got some Perc, I got a pound

I got a crib, let's go get to it

I got a semi, I got a Draco

Word to my family, straight outta ClayCo

Thought I was sweet, just like a Faygo

But I had killers all on my payroll

Watch how I move, just like it Rayon

64 Chainz, just like the crayons

I bought a hat, the one with the A on it

Pulled out my dick, told her to stay on it

I had a paper tag on three of 'em

I had the top dropped with the friends

I told 'em deuce, one like Deion

I say deuce, one like Deion

I go Bruce Wayne on you peons

Shit, I fuck with the Falcons, true (True)

Had more sacks than a lineman

I shoulda got a Heisman too, nigga, ha

Shit, shoot 'cause they hikin' that, hike

Check like a Nike hat, yup

I got the Midas pack, uh

Told the bih "Quiet, relax," uh

I got my ho on the other line

I'm not bipolar, but borderline

I just might switch lanes, drop her off

Go back, get fried

That's all she want, hot wings

Bitches fuckin' for some hot wings

Bitches fuckin' for American Deli

Bitches fuckin' for some eye cream

She just want her twenty piece

All flats with the lemon pepper

I was the first one to put her in the first class

Bitch, get your shit together

Bitch ain't never flown before

Bitch tried to come through security

With some tennis shoes on, ho

Take the shit off, bitch

Real big, big boss music (Boss music)

Big boss music

Big boss, big, big boss music (Boss)

That big boss music, big, big, big, big boss music

That big boss music, big, big, big, big boss music

Big boss music

Big, big, big boss music

Big boss music

Big, big, big boss music

Big boss music

You better get used to it

Ain't no falling off, niggas goin' straight up

You better get used to it

I need a raise, I ain't taking paycuts

You better get used to it

100 for a verse, 100 for a show

You better get used to it

Every ten a mill', on the low

I'm all about the bag, no need to brag

Ring cost a Jag, dreads to the back like a shag

Smoke you like SIG in the mag

I'm all over that

They callin' me Flair

They callin' me DiBiase

My girl ballin, Taurasi

2 Chainz, time Versaci

They don't sell 'em in Foot Locker

Curve game on BluBlocker

Southside with a F

F stand for a few options

Dealership, I don't do auctions

Fuck clothes, I need a new closet

My new watch is moonwalkin'

This somethin' she don't do often

Bitch ain't never flown before (Uh)

Bitch tried to come through security

With some tennis shoes on, ho

Take the shit off, bitch

Real big, big boss music (Yeah)

Big boss music

Big boss, big, big boss music (I'm the big homie now)

That big boss music, big, big, big, big boss music

(I'm the big homie)

That big boss music, big, big, big, big boss music

Big boss music

Big, big, big boss music (Big, big)

Big boss music

Big, big, big boss music (I'm the big homie now)

Big boss music (Yeah)

I'm the big homie now, yeah

I'm the big homie now

Ima Dog lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Skooly)

 [2 Chainz:]

Okay you know that I'm illy, my home is worth a milli'

My flow is bout money, and I still ain't got no ceiling

If I get a deally, it's no big deally

Cause I'ma ride your bitch and I'ma pop a fucking wheelie

Yeah I got flavor, I'm about paper

Doing me daily, that's a mothafucking favor

And I got acres, I never met my neighbors

Got her on the D and I ain't talking 'bout Decatur

This that yellow paper, yeah I'm talking murder

From the South side, where all my niggas server

All my niggas workers, they know how to get it

See I'ma dog, come in your yard and take a shit

[Skooly:]

First I fuck her, then I feed her

I'ma dog her, then I leave her

Off the chain, I'm off the leash

I do my thang, it ain't no secret

I'm the man

Would you believe it?

I do my thang

It ain't no secret

[2 Chainz:]

I'ma dog, I'ma dog, I'ma, I'ma dog

I'ma dog, I'ma dog, I'ma, I'ma ball

I'ma dog, I'ma dog, I'ma, I'ma dog

I'ma dog, I'ma ball, I'ma, I'ma ball

Dreads underneath my skully, name brand on my skully

Two bad bitches ridin' with me, and I'm still tryna fuck they buddies

Still sippin' on that muddy, still tryna get this money

Niggas start tryna fuck with me, niggas gon' leave here dirty

Niggas gon' leave here buried, niggas gon' leave in a hurry

A nigga start tryna fuck with me, a nigga gon' leave here early

I put the work out like recess, big feet on my car, T-Rex

I pull a titty out like eject, might shoot a nigga right in the v-neck

You know that I rock with the DJ's and me and your ho and my ho is on 3-way

I'm killin' these niggas like over and over and over, instant replay

My dog just caught a 30, Might dog a ho out in public

Got 30 rounds in my 223, when I ride with my dog, we thuggin'

[Skooly:]

First I fuck her, then I feed her

I'ma dog her, then I leave her

Off the chain, I'm off the leash

I do my thang, it ain't no secret

I'm the man

Would you believe it?

I do my thang

It ain't no secret

[2 Chainz:]

I'ma dog, I'ma dog, I'ma, I'ma dog

I'ma dog, I'ma dog, I'ma, I'ma ball

I'ma dog, I'ma dog, I'ma, I'ma dog

I'ma dog, I'ma ball, I'ma, I'ma ball

Jump lyrics - 2 Chainz

 Yo.. Jump (jump, jump)

Jump, jump (jump, jump)

Jump (jump, jump)

Jump, jump (jump, jump)

I am so hot, I need a fever reducer

If you don't like me, then you do not like the truth

Jump in the coupe, I just might jump off the roof

I just might land in the bushes, I just might jump out and shoot

Might get your bitch on the poop, then I'ma get with the [?]

This is an FN, it do not take long to shoot

I did this shit with my crew, my favorite number is two

I got two bitches with me, we been kickin' it since two

Wildin' on 22s, ever since I was 22

Shoot your ass up with a .22, they with me and fading 22

Nigga talking bout the get hoes, talking bout they got plenty hoes

Every month I can fuck 20 hoes, and it ain't even that many holes

I'm a beast

I'm a beast in the streets, I'm a beast off the leash, I'm a beast on your bitch

She drinking Sex on the Beach, just to have sex on the beach

I just bought a crib in Florida, just to have sex on the beach

This here ain't nothin' to me, I'm always reppin' the streets

I am so high, you gon' need steps when you steppin' to me

Real as can be, put your hands up if you're feelin' the beat

It's goin' down, we done finally got it right off the ground

Jump (jump, jump)

Jump (jump, jump, jump)

Jump, jump (jump, jump, jump)

Jump, jump (jump, jump, jump)

Hell is you sayin'? I am the man (jump)

Hell is you sayin'? I am the man (jump)

Hell is you sayin'? I am the man (jump)

Coming in here, bitches are singing like [?]

While all you niggas is singing light skinned

But it's too late, uh, sweet like a tooth ache

Pop at your toupee, pull out some deuce

Go to your funeral, take me a bouquet, throw it up like it's hooray

Switch up the beach, switch up the foreign

What is y'all doing, what is you pourin'?

Why is he snorin'?

Why is he tourin', that nigga is borin'

Now why is he tourin'? Now answer that question

Didn't get an answer, so leave me a message

"(Pring!) Um, it Tittie boi, leave your name at the beep (Beep!)"

"Hey bro, this Skater, bro

I really feel lame, bro, leavin' a message, bro

But look, we up here in the studio, bro

These motherfuckers jumpin' (Jump!)

Eyo, like, really pull up bro

A couple niggas up in here, and they gon' run out with the swag, bro – nah for real!"

Hell is you sayin'? I am the man (jump)

Hell is you sayin'? I am the man (jump)

Hell is you sayin'? I am the man (jump)

Hell is you sayin', bitch I'm the man, I'm the man

Bitch, I'm the man, I'm the man

Hell is you sayin', bitch I'm the man, I'm the man

Bitch, I'm the man

Hell is you sayin', bitch I'm the man, I'm the man

Hell is you sayin', bitch I'm the man, I'm the man

Bitch, I'm the man, I'm the man

Kill 'em With Success lyrics - Eearz, ScHoolboy Q, 2 Chainz & Mike WiLL Made-It

 (from "Creed II: The Album" soundtrack)

[Eearz:]

Ayy, ayy

EarDrummers

That slap, they say they want that slap

It's not sold separately, they know I come with that

Hey, what you got?

Hunnids overlappin', that's a wrap

I'm on my level nigga, you better come correct

Kill they ass with success, they won't like that

Kill they ass with success, they won't like that

Kill they ass with success, they won't like that

Kill they ass with success

Ordinary, I am not that

They think I'm blasphemous, tattoos all on the neck

Grew like a crack to me, head first 'fore a check

Gung-ho for a fistful of blue bread

Girl, that ass swole, let me grab a hold and suplex

Go for broke in that pussy 'cause I remember when

Niggas looked over me, now they all wanna recollect

Feel like some' chose me, I'm errythin' you could've been

If you was hustlin'

Post-dramatic, cardiatic

Rollin' back to back at it, damn I'm famished

I'ma need a whole bag of the cabbage

Came straight out that damn clay, like Cassius

Shoulda seen his damn face when I passed him

Lil' boy got big waves, overstandin'

All of y'all blokes piss poor, in the trash

You lookin' at the shit now, take a whiff

These diamonds DTN

That slap, they say they want that slap

It's not sold separately, they know I come with that

Hey, what you got?

[Eearz (ScHoolboy Q):]

Hunnids overlappin', that's a wrap

I'm on my level nigga, you better come correct

Kill they ass with success, they won't like that

Kill they ass with success, they won't like that (woo)

Kill they ass with success, they won't like that

Kill they ass with success (Yo, uh)

[ScHoolboy Q:]

Nostradamus, booked the pilot, land in tropics

Big deposits, saucy dipping, million flipping

One too many, Lambo spinning, skrrt, might crash it

Big boy habits, legend status, label classic

Can't be average, got succes needed more, uh

Made the Forbes needed more, uh

Get the Range, needa floor it, uh

Wasn't there when I was workin' for it, got it big chillin', now you mad, uh

Motivation for the young niggas, get the bag rollin' so it last, uh

Nigga ball like the Mavs, finger-roll from the half

Run the back thru the trap, double time gettin' wack

Seen it all, now I done done it all

Why can't a broke nigga say, "Uh, if was 30+ in the hood, still hell yeah, I'ma hate," uh

VVSs in the face, ay

Beat the case and do the race, uh

This the Porsche, never late, uh

Headin' North to the Ace, uh

Saw my house by the waves, uh

More lead for the bang, uh

My God, need a raise, uh

New check, never change, ay (woo)

[Eearz:]

That's slap, they say they want that slap

It's not sold separately, they know I come with that

Hey, what you got?

[Eearz (2 Chainz):]

Hundreds overlappin', that's a fact

I'm on my level nigga, you better come correct

Kill they ass with success, they won't like that

Kill they ass with success, they won't like that (Yah)

Kill they ass with success, they won't like that

Kill they ass with success (2 Chainz)

[2 Chainz:]

God bless the soldiers (bless), rip the head off a cobra (rip)

Intimidate the camera holder, I can taste the victory

Yeah, I can smell the aroma (smell), hands quicker than Dayton-

Gloves on, no acetone, locked in on my opponent (locked in)

Frontline, yeah, I'm on it

You won't believe how much I want it (well believe)

You won't believe how much I'm focused (well believe)

I put the mind in determine, I put the mind on a journey

That mean you leavin' on a gurney

I'm 'bout to kill 'em with success, somebody call my attorney

Hey, alright

Alright, here doubt don't exist

I will push your tea bag with the Malice like the Clips

Can of ass whoopin', I got gallons of the shit

Love or hate me, you need balance a lil' bit

Tryin' not to be violent like a challenge in itself

When it start goin' right to the left, to the left

People slip, Jesus wept

You a pet, I'm a vet

I'm a threat, where you at?

Rep the set, that's a bet

Kush lyrics - Organized Noize (performed by 2 Chainz & Joi)

 [Joi:]

Three shots in, baby we too live

Record player spinnin' on 45

Minnie Riperton, Funkadelic, and Rush

Kiss me like you mean it then pass the kush

Gonna fuck you later, first pass the kush

Kiss me like you mean it

Three shots in, baby we too live

Record player spinnin' on 45

Minnie Riperton, Funkadelic, and Rush

Kiss me like you mean it, then pass the kush

Gonna fuck you later, first pass the kush

Kiss me like you mean it, then pass the kush

[2 Chainz:]

For my therapy, I roll some celery

Go on a shopping spree, all about monopoly

She looks so good on top of me

Helicopter on my property, propellers properly

I got on a wife that got everybody watching me

My philosophy, I like the no-panty type

If I don't smoke one, I ain't got no appetite

Yo, this art of war, I'm the rap carnivore

Treat the shit like Carnival

Stop playin' with' me, boy

All the shit that I endure

This a suite, that's a room

I'll sleep in a tomb

Flo' clean, no broom

Codeine, no spoon

Drinkin' straight out the bottle

Buy a pint just to gargle

Pockets deep, I need goggles

[Joi:]

Three shots in, baby we too live

Record player spinnin' on 45

Minnie Riperton, Funkadelic, and Rush

Kiss me like you mean it then pass the kush

Gonna fuck you later, first pass the kush

Kiss me like you mean it

Three shots in, baby we too live

Record player spinnin' on 45

Minnie Riperton, Funkadelic, and Rush

Kiss me like you mean it, then pass the kush

Gonna fuck you later, first pass the kush

Kiss me like you mean it, then pass the kush

Sticky sweet flowers, they take me higher like your love

Now twist 'em up and break me off

Now twist 'em up and break me off

Sticky sweet flowers, they take me higher like your love

Now twist 'em up and break me off

Now twist 'em up and break me off

[Backwards:]

Kiss me like you mean it

Kiss me like you mean it

Kiss me like you mean it

Kiss me like you mean it

Gonna fuck you later, first pass the kush

Gonna fuck you later, first pass the kush

Kiss me like you mean it

Kiss me like you mean it

Three shots in, baby we too live

L.A. Leakers - Freestyle #129 lyrics - 2 Chainz

 Let's go

Tony

Check me out

Remember back in school when I was selling NIKs

How you got that Jewellery on, and cannot pay your rent?

BOND NO.9 and kush, It make a aqua-scent

Keep my business low, on the low like dolphin shit

Yeah, I'm from the apartments, whole hood apocalypse

Never been Hollywood, hammer holding hollow-tips

Baby, what's your CashApp?

Just a little sponsorship

Sold so much dope, baking-soda gave a scholarship

Sold so many bags, Ziploc gave me a scholarship

Niggas know Tony rapping like I'm on the Carter VI

All black Prada fit, and I don't have to alter it

Whose back you got?

"I got your back," they start hollering

Thank you NFL, I really appreciate the bag

Son of a gun, I really appreciate my dad

Rest in peace Killa, the work was vanilla

The chocolate, chinchilla

Birthday in September

And if you see me somewhere fighting a gorilla

Don't help me, player

Help the gorilla

I looked in the mirror-like you know you realler

You know you iller, might need penicillin

See, Tony gon' pop it

Tony gon' stop it

[?] time, Tony bought everyone watches

Tony a prophet

Tony obnoxious

Tony got 1s' with the Nikey sign, Ostrich

Tony got mansions

Tony got foreigns

Tony rock Balencies, Tony rock Jordans

And if you ain't freakin', Tony ain't speaking

This sound like Tony featuring The Weeknd

No, I'm just tweaking

Turn up the speaker, just a freestyle that I did for the Leakers

No, I'm just tweaking, turn up the speaker

Album on the way, I did for the Leakers

Dope ain't gon' sell itself

I said that dope ain't gon' sell itself

I said the dope ain't gon' sell itself

I am from the home where the air is greasing [?]

You know I had to rap

Tony

Let's Ride lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

 [2 Chainz:]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I mean, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Got a 35 in my roll paper

Spice One riding east bay gangster

Got fuck up niggas on the west side

Give a nigga to the west ride

Hit a nigga, YG 400

Told the homie Mustard keep it 100

Told Uncle Snoop roll up one

Gave me a badge, you can choke one

Felt it to serve you in my house shoes

They ain't got the Bentley color piru

Nip first name, last name Hu$$le

Kendrick Lamar with lyrical muscle

Dr Dre had the best instrumentals

[?] was my father figure

He had me walking around yelling "no bitch"

And showed me how this rapping make you hella rich, yeah

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's go

If they ask about a nigga they ain't know

Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's go

If they ask about a nigga they ain't know

[2 Chainz:]

Talking Ice Cube with the jeri curl

Used to practice looking hard like my nigga Earl

Screaming fuck the world like my nigga Pac

Rappin' 4-tay, Sir Mix Alot

DJ Quik, tonight's the night

Mac Mall, Mac 10, and my nigga Tight

C-Bo, rest in peace Mac Dre

Schoolboy, Problem, rest in peace [?]

Dogg Pound, Daz and Kurupt

MCA, Mr. Fab was a must

Eazy-E feel legit and my homie Burn

I get a lot of love out in California

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's go

If they ask about a nigga they ain't know

Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's go

If they ask about a nigga they ain't know

Ask about a nigga, they ain't know

Dolla got the ride, '64

'Rari with the suicide doors

Diamonds, I might bust it down though

Diamonds, I might bust it down though

[?] shine though

Sipping on the ice and D'usse

Dolla got all the groupies

If they ain't paying they gon' run it on sight

She going taking dick all night, ay

Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's go

If they ask about a nigga they ain't know

Light Flex lyrics - Tone Stith & 2 Chainz

 [2 Chainz:]

Okay, yeah

Alright now, yeah

2 Chainz

[Tone Stith & (2 Chainz):]

Looking like ooh la la (ooh la la)

Make 'em gather round, Kumbaya

Got 'em looking like oh my God

It's that new, new I know you ain't got (yeah)

I can't relate to nobody fake

Do my own thang, let 'em hate and tell 'em, "Bye, bye"

Bye, bye, bye

It's lit, alright, promise you can catch me

Vibing all night, I ain't playing no games

That's what I like, get it poppin', 5 lanes

Oh, you know I'm

[Tone Stith:]

Oh, I'ma hit 'em with the light flex

(Flexing) tonight, (flexing) oh, (flexing)

Oh, I'ma hit 'em with the light flex

(Flexing) tonight, (flexing) oh, (flexing)

Just a lifeless, for a, watch out, let me

Let me do it one time for the one time

Yeah, do it one time for the world

Do it one time for the one time

Yeah, do it one time for the world

Do it one time for the one time

Yeah, do it one time for the world

Do it one time for the one time

Yeah, do it one time for the world

Ring alarms 'cause this ain't no drill (no drill)

You a snack, yeah, better yet, meal (full meal)

Walk in and the club on 10 (on 10)

Gotta flex, flex, flex for the real (for real)

I can't relate to nobody fake

Do my own thang, dead 'em all, yeah, go for the kill

It's lit, alright, promise you can catch me

Vibing all night, I ain't playing no games

That's what I like get it poppin', 5 lanes

Oh, you know I'm

Oh, I'ma hit 'em with the light flex

(Flexing) tonight, (flexing) oh, (flexing)

Oh, I'ma hit 'em with the light flex

(Flexing) tonight, (flexing) oh, (flexing)

Just a lifeless, for a, watch out, let me

Let me do it one time for the one time

Yeah, do it one time for the world

Do it one time for the one time

Yeah, do it one time for the world

Do it one time for the one time

Yeah, do it one time for the world

Do it one time for the one time

Yeah, do it one time for the world

[2 Chainz:]

(Yeah, yeah, 2 Chainz)

Heartbreaks and 808s

Turn around, one-legged fadeaway

(Swish)

Even with a beard, I got a baby face (no)

Head fake, crossover, hesitate (true)

I been workin' on my outside game (yeah)

3's start to rainin', thinkin' outside came

Keep my name on the jersey in all caps

(Caps)

Crossed over to my goal, overcame trap (trap)

Hangin' on the wing, waitin' for my shot

Ridin' through a hurricane in a drop top

Yellin', "Check ball," I'ma take it from the top

I can shoot from here or I can take it from the block

[Tone Stith:]

Oh, I'ma hit 'em with the light flex

(Flexing) tonight, (flexing) oh, (flexing)

Oh, I'ma hit 'em with the light flex

(Flexing) tonight, (flexing) oh, (flexing)

Just a lifeless, for a, watch out, let me

Let me do it one time for the one time

Yeah, do it one time for the world

Do it one time for the one time

Yeah, do it one time for the world

Do it one time for the one time

Yeah, do it one time for the world

Do it one time for the one time

Yeah, do it one time for the world

Lotta Hoes lyrics - 2 Chainz

 You could tell by my clothes I got a lot of hoes

Plus I got a bankroll I got a lot of hoes

I got a lot of hoes

A lot of hoes

A lot of hoes

A lot of hoes

They say my mind gone I'm in a different time zone

I count 100, 000 dollars while I'm blindfold

I'm 'bout that guacamole no fronting coping only

Cop a Rollie, I get a lot cheese macaroni

Ya I'm back up on it bitch I'm back up on it

And when I stand still she put her back up on it

You now I love rich, cause I'm hood rich

Your girl call me GD I got that good dick

Fucked up, coupe big, polo stupid

Brown shirt, brown man, same color roof in

We used to shoot hoop and listen to that Snoop here

Bought a pack, brought it back, relaxed and recouped here

Ya this a new year and ya these some new shades

I don't see none of y'all talking about some new J's

This is that Prada, property, properly

When I hit Saks Fifth it looks like a robbery

I got a lot of hoes

A lot of hoes

A lot of hoes

A lot of hoes

Mask Up lyrics - Neek Bucks & 2 Chainz

 Ay pull yo mask up

We caught him slippin at the light we put that cash up

I sent my shooter outta town he caught a And 1

All that gassin that you doing gone get yo man touched

Back to Back Choppas in my city boy don't act up

Talkin like you gangsta boy that shit gon get you wacked up

Little bitch only fuck two times she pop perks and she get active

Bro got the stick in the party don't got corona but he like to mask up

Fuck me and get Chanel I like her cus she don't kiss and tell (whoa)

I like my bitches in twos, two twins and I know what to do (woo)

Savage Fenty on ya panties baby move the panties over Imma hook (ooh, yea)

Handsome gangsta baby when I got this fani I got the stick but I groove (ooh)

Dirty Fanta baby my Atlanta baby I get that ass in the mood (woo, woo, woo, wooo)

You know lil bruh he retarded

Pull up and shoot with the left like he Harden

Beggin my pardon

I don't need a key to start this foreign

She wanna fuck til the mornin (yea)

No matter how up I get I still be scheming bro look at them niggas we on em

Ay pull yo mask up

We caught him slippin at the light we put that cash up

I sent my shooter outta town he caught a And 1 (yea)

All that gassin that you doing gone get yo man touched (Tony)

Back to Back Choppas in my city boy don't act up

(Uh) Mask on glock 19, Covid 19 worth 19k when I was 19

Shoot ya twice just like a vaccine

Pull ya hair if ya got tracks in up north girls like my accent

Made a profit off my passion counting money got an orgasm (uh)

High like horse radish draw down like Art Basel (uh)

Pockets on fat albert they biting... Marv Albert (yea)

Then I told her Imma do you when she asked me what I'm doing after (you)

She replied I'm with her too I said I'm good at math

And I'm really doing good at when I'm doing bad

Jewelry on in all Bodega wit a Bottega bag

Yo shooter like to brag

Yo shooter don't get shot and they gone shoot the ambulance

Let me talk to em

Ay pull yo mask up

We caught him slippin at the light we put that cash up

I sent my shooter outta town he caught a And 1

All that gassin that you doing gone get yo man touched

Back to Back Choppas in my city boy don't act up

MF'N Right (Remix) lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)

 [Lil Wayne:]

Tunechi and 2 Chainz

Tunechi and 2 Chainz

ColleGrove on!

[2 Chainz:]

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' 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 mothafuckin' right

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' 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 usin' all 5s

Big booty bitches in my archives

Potato on the barrel for you small fries

G4, G5 jet

Export, import checks on deck

Once the DJ drop this shit

Make 'em shake it like Tourette's

Smoking on the top floor, I'm as high as I can get

Lean in the baby bottle, I try not to babysit

So I had to take a sip, if I like it then I buy

Got so many damn rides I put my garage on a diet

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right

[Lil Wayne:]

ColleGrove, we out here

All these bitches want this dope dick

And our pockets look like blowfish

And we higher than some voltage

I got Trukfit on my back, bitch

On this Actavis, I'm active

And my acronym is HB

That's for Hot Boy, you a has-been

All this bling, bling, bling, bling, bling

You ain't gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

You ain't squad, squad, squad, squad, squad

You ain't hot like Häagen-Dazs®

Out here thrashin' with my crew

All you hearin' is, "Soo woo"

From New Orleans, that's voodoo

Got a baby with New-New

And I'm smokin' like Badu

Hoodie loc'ing, I'm Piru

No more YMCMB, hocus pocus, bye-bye, poof

Bitch you mothafuckin' right, get a mothafuckin' life

Lil Tunechi out this bitch, drops the mothafuckin' mic

[2 Chainz + Lil Wayne:]

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right

Told a bitch you mothafuckin' right

[Lil Wayne:]

ColleGrove

ColleGrove

ColleGrove

ColleGrove

Tunechi and 2 Chainz

Tunechi and 2 Chainz

College Park, Holly Grove, ColleGrove the new name

Yeah it's Tunechi and 2 Chainz

Tunechi and 2 Chainz

Fuckin' right

Tell that bitch, "You mothafuckin' right"

Mortgage Free lyrics - DJ Premier & 2 Chainz

[2 Chainz:]

What up Preem?

That nigga Statik told me start sayin' 2 Chainz again (Haha)

2 Chainz

The goal in life is to be mortgage free

Control your emotions, have integrity

If you wanna use my likeness, I need equity

And if you really tryin' to win, you need to bet with me (Yeah)

The goal in life is to be mortgage free

Control your emotions, have integrity

If you wanna use my likeness, I need equity

And if you really tryin' to win, you need to bet with me (Shit)

You can ask Charlie, been on a winning streak (Winning streak)

Heard you was talkin' behind my back, so I didn't even speak

Surveillance on the same screen I watch DVDs

When it comes to making plays, I'm the MVP (MVP)

This flow sicker than the CDC

Time to rent another yacht so I can see the sea

Sometimes I feel like poverty was a penalty

But life a game, I'mma go for it when it's 4th and 3 (Fourth and three)

I touchdown, then I field goal (Goal)

Mix it with some ice, it made me feel cold (Cold)

I had a spot where I can hide 'em in a vehicle

When I meet 'em in Buckhead, I'm driving real slow (Real slow)

10 and 2 on the steering wheel

You base your life on IG and that's a fairy tale

I treat business like sex: I do it very well

I'm parked in front of a place I own parallel (Parallel), Tony

The goal in life is to be mortgage free

Control your emotions, have integrity

If you wanna use my likeness, I need equity

And if you really tryin' to win, you need to bet with me (Yeah)

The goal in life is to be mortgage free

Control your emotions, have integrity

If you wanna use my likeness, I need equity

And if you really tryin' to win, you need to bet with me (Shit)

The American dream is to get a house

But for me the American dream is to get an ounce

Sackin' grams, watchin' Moesha, sittin' on the couch

I ain't worked this hard to get some millions just to lend it out

Shit, remember my blue pit with the blue eyes

I had a foreign and an old school, I had two rides

I just closed on a building, it's like Kroger size

The paperwork in my name, just got it notarized

I bought my momma crib before I bought mines

Knew I was gonna be successful when I was about 9

Hangin' on the block when it's drought time

Where arguments can turn a body outline (Outline)

The goal in life is to be mortgage free

Control your emotions, have integrity

If you wanna use my likeness, I need equity

And if you really tryin' to win, you need to bet with me (Yeah)

The goal in life is to be mortgage free

Control your emotions, have integrity

If you wanna use my likeness, I need equity

And if you really tryin' to win, you need to bet with me (Shit)

[AZ (2 Chainz):]

And my mentality is, money-orientated

I-I-I ain't got time to waste (2 Chainz)

It's hard just being the boss

And my mentality is, money-orientated

I-I-I ain't got time to waste (2 Chainz)

It's hard just being the boss

New One lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne, Ty Dolla $ign)

 [Ty Dolla $ign:]

Oh yeah

Ooh yeah

Dolla Sign

Mustard on the beat ho!

If she a freak then Imma find out, I don't know but Imma find out

I'm in the club with a bool one, but I'm looking for a new one (a new one, yeah)

Looking for a new one, a new one yeah

I want a new one, yeah yeah

Looking for a new one, yeah

Yeah, yeah

[2 Chainz:]

Here we go!

If she a freak Imma find out, I don't know but Imma find out

And she ain't got no class, had to put that bitch on time out

I just fucked her in the living room, pussy so deep I had to climb out

And she never seen my bedroom, she ain't ever seen my momma house

Check a hoe, then I check my bank account

I'm sipping codeine with my pinky out

And I don't talk about bitches man, unless the head good enough to think about it

So hold on let me think about it

Wait a 1 minute, let me think about it

Shawty pussy so wet mane, I mean a bitch need a sink around it

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

If she a freak then Imma find out, I don't know but Imma find out

I'm in the club with a bool one, but I'm looking for a new one (a new one, yeah)

Looking for a new one, a new one yeah

I want a new one, yeah yeah

Looking for a new one, yeah

Yeah, yeah

[Lil Wayne:]

She had some coke, she spread some lines out

She said don't tell nobody, I be mimed out

She unzip my pants and pull slime out

She said Tunechi you a beast, let me find out

Ass everywhere, ass everywhere, pull up in that thing you never saw, parallel

Time to fuck a bitch, I never fuck

Where the fuck she at?

I be standing like some colored clothes, blame the Laundromat

Who you see?

I walked in this bitch with a cute bitch

And we gon' leave out this bitch with a new bitch

Man I'm just stickin' to the bread like a toothpick

Nigga gon' head, cut that hoe if she don't do shit

Lick her like a fine bitch that find bitches

Shout out to all my side bitches

Young fly nigga thats jetlag, you don't know about time difference

I rhyme different, I'm so hard I could do a verse and leave a line missing

Tunechi!

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

If she a freak then Imma find out, I don't know but Imma find out

I'm in the club with a bool one, but I'm looking for a new one (a new one, yeah)

Looking for a new one, a new one yeah

I want a new one, yeah yeah

Looking for a new one, yeah

Yeah, yeah

[2 Chainz:]

Just bought a new crib, need a new one

Got an old school red and a blue one

Me and my niggas got fur coats on, make it look like the fucking zoo coming

Told my old bitch I need a new one

Sold my last brick, I need a new one

She always talking about working out, so I stretched her out like a futon

Fuck my last bitch on a coffee table (ya dig!)

Fuck my new bitch on a hockey table

If this is a Miyagi hoe [?] I got like a hunnid flavours

If you don't know, you better find out

Bat cave, honeycomb hide out

I slip in and I slide out

I'm known to go deep, like a white out

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

If she a freak then Imma find out, I don't know but Imma find out

I'm in the club with a bool one, but I'm looking for a new one (a new one, yeah)

Looking for a new one, a new one yeah

I want a new one, yeah yeah

Looking for a new one, yeah

Yeah, yeah

No Off Days lyrics - 2 Chainz

 No off days, no off days

Trapping, 7 days a week, yeah I'm trapping

Trapping, trapping, trapping, 7 days a week, yeah, uh

Put that shit to motion, this a Cosa Nostra

Hairweave killa, on a wanted poster

In the foreign car, back seat, leather sofa

I might need some help, we done bought up all the sodas

Hard to approach us, hard to stay focused, mobbing on purpose

Car cost a crib it even came with the curtains

This I know for certain, this I know from working

Got it out the dirt and

Trapping, 7 days a week, yeah I'm trapping

Trapping, 7 days a week, yeah I'm trapping

Trapping, 7 days a week, yeah I'm trapping

Trapping, 7 days a week, no off days

Trapping, 7 days a week, yeah I'm trapping

Trapping, 7 days a week, yeah I'm trapping

Trapping, straight up out a church and started trapping

Trapping, Pulled out the Porsche just to trap in

Once upon a time, all I do is shine

We don't fuck around, we gon' gun ya down

We gon' smoke a pint, only rock designer

Hit the strip club, just to watch vagina

Breaking down bags, seconds or zips

Smelling like a bag, walking into Saks Fifth

Ferragamo, Fendi, rocking buckets, nigga fuck it

Eating lobster tail, like they fucking chicken nuggets, yeah

Trapping, 7 days a week, yeah I'm trapping

Trapping, 7 days a week, yeah I'm trapping

Trapping, 7 days a week, yeah I'm trapping

Trapping, 7 days a week, no off days nigga

Trapping, 7 days a week, yeah I'm trapping

Trapping, 7 days a week, yeah I'm trapping

Trapping, straight up out a church and started trappin'

Trapping, Pulled out the Porsche just to trap in

NO TV lyrics - 2 Chainz

 BeatEmTrill (BeatEmTrill)

No TV, come see me, I'm flexin' in 3D (Flex)

I'm big dawg, I'm peewee, jetski, seaweed

I'm foreign, beep-beep

No feelings, Kiki

You get it, hee-hee

I'm from the CP (Where you comin' from?)

I'm out the street (Street)

I body beats (Beats)

I buy the buildin' (Buildin')

Then buy the street

Exotic beaches, melodic features (Features)

It's hard to reach us (Reach us)

You in the bleachers (Uh-uh)

Say Tony teach us (Tony)

My money obeses (Obeses)

I own it, no leases (No leases)

I dog 'em, no leashes (No leashes)

Had Keys like Alicia (Alicia)

I meet you, delete you (Delete you)

I love you, I feed you (Feed you)

Don't want you, I need you (I need you)

No TV, come see me, I'm flexin' in 3D (Flex)

I'm big dawg, I'm peewee, jetski, seaweed

I'm foreign, beep-beep

No feelings, Kiki

You get it, hee-hee

I'm from the CP (Where you comin' from?)

Get money then repeat

More money, three-peat

More money, Wall Street

Connect it, Wi-Fi

I'm ridin' (Beep-beep)

Collidin' (Meet me)

Nobody, can see me

Cataracts, Stevie

VLone, big feet

Yellow watch, PP

Can't play your CD

Car don't play CD

These baguettes, you see these

You're borin', ZZ

I'm hungry, eat-eat (Damn)

New bracelet, sneak peek

No TV, come see me, I'm flexin' in 3D (Flex)

I'm big dawg, I'm peewee, jetski, seaweed

I'm foreign, beep-beep

No feelings, Kiki

You get it, hee-hee

I'm from the CP (Where you comin' from?)

Smartphone lyrics - 2 Chainz

 If Puerto Rico wasn't gone he would be right here with me

If True wasn't gone he would be right here with me

Rest in peace to my niggas from my block

And free all my niggas tryna get some guap

I'm screamin' "Free [?] " till he come home

My nigga locked up with a smartphone

I'm tryna drop some babies in her jawbone

We some street niggas, we got next, bitch

I bought a necklace just to flex, bitch

Yeah, understand, yeah, bust it down

I wanna see you dance bitch, bust it down

I ain't playin', hundred grand bitch, bust it down

I'm on a beast too, Gucci my feet too

Fuck around and buy a mink

I got Cuban on my links

I might pull up in a Brinks

On some rims and some tings

Give a fuck what you tings, think, 'bout

I'm in a big clean car

Dope in the sixteen bars

Recited by yours truly

Fuck that bitch playin' Gucci

That's ratchet as fuck

I told her "back it on up"

My jacket matching the truck

I got back in the [?]

My nigga locked up with a smartphone

I'm tryna drop some babies in her jawbone

That's some street shit, we got next, bitch

Bought a necklace just to flex, bitch

My nigga locked up with a smartphone

I'm tryna drop some babies in her jawbone

That's some street shit, we got next, bitch

I bought a necklace just to flex, bitch

Uh, uh, partner got a Android

Dippin', dappin', payin' for it

Extra year in the can for it

Concrete damn floor

Dancin' with the devil

Tryna leave the ghetto

Going state or federal

I Golden State the schedule

Gold rose petals

Out of the alphabet, G is my favorite letter

I gotta make it better, cover the incidentals

[?] a killer, as long as the Lincoln Continental

The lawyers will be here any minute

Used to have commas, now I'm sentenced

Wrist in the bowl bought a Bentley

It got a hole in the ceiling

Partner in the hole for a metro, I think it's silly

Shawty sucked mine so damn long, I got a hickey

She know she prettier than Ricky

She step in blood when she walk

You know them rich niggas in prison

Try to FaceTime ya and talk

This is the greatest of all, don't want no haters involved

Hold up, I'm taking this call

(Need that chain when I get out, player)

My nigga locked up with a smartphone

I'm tryna drop some babies in her jawbone

That's some street shit, we got next, bitch

I bought a necklace just to flex, bitch

My nigga locked up with a smartphone

I'm tryna drop some babies in her jawbone

That's some street shit, we got next, bitch

I bought a necklace just to flex, bitch

I'm good, I'm killin' niggas, you know that

That motherfucker [?] ain't he, what the hell y'all doin'

(Mumbled talking)

Can ya hear me boy?

(Mumbled talking)

Call me when you get some service so I can holla at you bruh

Okay cool man, like later on tonight I'm a have good service (Mumbling) Can you hear me?

Yeah, I'll be- I'll be up that's my time to move. Call me 'round that time

Okay cool, I'll hit you 'round that time then

Alright boy

Smoke Break lyrics - 2 Chainz (with Statik Selektah)

 Should be on cover of the High Times

Walk in my closet, get SkyMiles, trap Einstein

Japanese, all them wontons

Gave her a D like Sean Don, told shorty quiet down

So many acres man, my kids can't trick or treat

Because them neighbors stay on a whole 'nother street

Politics as usual, I bought a suit for it

Puff got a party Friday, I bought a coupe for it

Who you know buy them bottles and don't drink

I sleep, fuck, shower in my gold link

Got Tity Boi tatted on her butt cheeks

If you don't pray for 7 days that make one weak

Uh, let's take a smoke break

Got a 38 special, that hold 8

Got a room with marble floors and gold drapes

With a bad ass bitch that like to serve grapes

Got a Wraith that I use for a bachelor pad

Still made all A's in back of the class

On the cover now, started from back of the mag'

Now it's back to the bag, got my happiness back

If I happen to brag?, it's accepted by the culture

Dunking, and 1, touch down vulture

This is exactly what happen mixing cocaine with soda

You get me and a Rollie, you get me, nigga hold it

This the crack vial chronicles, explore Nautica

Eddie Bauer Expo, AR silencer

Vibrant like the spring colors, rapping 'bout them teen murders

Rapping while I'm mean muggin', shouldn't get Supreme coverage

Uh, let's take a smoke break

Got a 38 special, that hold 8

Got a room with marble floors and gold drapes

With a bad ass bitch that like to serve grapes

Yeah, let's take a smoke break

Got a 38 special, that hold 8

Got a room with marble floors and gold drapes

With a bad ass bitch that like to serve grapes

Somebody Need To Hear This Freestyle lyrics - 2 Chainz

 Nah

I hear y'all niggas still holding y'all nuts on me

See one thing about holding your nuts on somebody

You're literally holding yourself down

You ain't doing nothing to the other person

I don't even feel that shit, you know what I'm saying?

I really need more haters, talking to the ones in the back

While I'm in the back

Okay I see the agenda that they are trying to push

Dear America, why you ain't tell me who's legalizing kush?

If I had known that earlier, I did it by the books

But instead I had skip to class and go and make a jugg

College grad might I add, let me retract

I'm a gift that's already open, let me re-wrap

Had it up here with the money, talking knee-cap

It's a thin line between cuz's house and the D-fax

Asked them folks to give me a chance

I'm just a juvenile, got so high

I told my attorney that I'm a sewer cloud

Catching me back out of the space, I can move the crowd

If somebody die over here, then they was moving out

Always get portrayed as a villain, oh what a feeling

Ran this shit up off of adrenaline and got a million

Then got another mill, can't forget the other deal

Yeah I got plenty more, bitch I'm talking twenty more

I do a show in a Fendi store

You know I'm great I'm talking 8, I'm talking 24

I'm talking pool, I'm talking lake, I'm talking tennis court

I'm 6'5" it's hard to ride an Aventador (Tony)

I fuck with you, if you fuck with me

I fuck with you, if you fuck with me

(Know I'm sorry I just got off, that shit so high I was like, who is this nigga? That's what I was saying)

I fuck with you, if you fuck with me

I fuck with you, if you fuck with me

I fuck with you, if you fuck with me

I fuck with you, if you fuck with me

(Tag somebody that need to hear that, tag em' right now)

I fuck with you, if you fuck with me

Stay Woke Freestyle lyrics - 2 Chainz

Boy you should know that

I got you on my mind

Your secret admirer

I've been watching you

I got a bag, I'm working

Her bag, is Birkin

My past, ain't perfect

I brag, on purpose

The cash, gon' surface (yeah)

The tag, is paper

That's hard construction, 2 holes, staple

Good brain she got that knowledge

I'm gonna acknowledge

Skills already polished

Dope, narcotics

Yellow wrist snotty, garage got a lobby

8-Ball and MJ, break a bitch college

Hope you don't think I lost it

My kids think I'm awesome

I'm a seed that just blossomed

Take they head then I toss 'em down the river

The stream, this shit gone stream

I'm lit, I mean since age fifteen

It's my birthday, are we fuckin'

Some head, give me somethin'

Ballin' like Kentucky (swish)

Woke up then you lucky

You can tell I ain't stressed

Chains on the dresser

Had to get that off my chest

Achoo, you know I'm blessed (achoo)

I play my part, I ate, I starved

If knowledge is key, I got an automatic start

It's the South Atlanta Don, leave 'em leanin' in the stall

With a needle in they arm, yeah, these bars are fentanyl, yeah

Streets is Vietnam, yeah, please don't be alarmed, yeah

When I was in a wheel chair I treat it like a lawn chair

Optimistic man, you must have missed it, you know the statistics

Die or go to prison, inside the Wraith like the Solar System (tell em)

I beat the odds, nigga

I'm the one made the .357 spark, nigga

Bought the Cullinan and Urus just to fart, nigga

Drop the seat, hit the button and massage, nigga, yeah

Look in the mirror say I did it myself

But God right here, he know I needed some help

I seen 'em follow trends 'till they end up broke

Read a book, change their diet, talkin' bout stay woke

Top Of The Hill lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. DNoRRi & Edison)

 [Iakopo:]

Its64boy, mhm-hm (210!)

If I get a bag it's up

Iakopo (If I get a bag it's up), bag, yeah

I'm top of the hill (Woooo)

I come from the field

Fuck how you feel

The liquor gon' spill

If I get a bag it's up (Bag)

If I get a bag it's up

Hop out the Lambo truck

Hoes tryna play with us

I'm top of the hill (Woooo)

I come from the field

Fuck how you feel

The liquor gon' spill

If I get a bag it's up (Bag)

If I get a bag it's up

Hop out the Lambo truck

Hoes tryna play with us

Come from the ghetto, made it out

Baby gon' give me mouth (Ya)

Jordan's they retro

If you seen what I've seen you'd be petro'd

Trapping the fed phone

Roll with dogs like a Petco

I told my ex you should let go

Just got me a model like Kendall

[2 Chainz:]

(2 Chainz!)

I'm infatuated, with money and the hoes

So many tattoos

I worth more than you niggas in droves

This is not a Boxster, this a four-door

Car so cold man you need to wear a fur coat

Four sips of Po' got me walkin' round slow-mo

Everybody sayin' man you shoulda went solo

But they don't really know though

This is how we do it

Steal from the rich and bring it back to the hood

Quarter pound a good got the tour bus musty

Polo Rugby, your hoe gon' hug me

If I was you man I wouldn't trust me

All this blang on made yo hoe fuck me

[Uneekint:]

(Ok, Uneek-I-N-T)

Hustle hard, yeah, get it

Yeah you know I'm with it

I'm in it for the money though

Got a hundred rounds for the niggas thats funny

How many times I gotta tell you I'm the G.O.A.T

I be in the trap and I get it like, "Woah"

In and out of hotels, that's how it go

That's all I know

[Iakopo:]

I'm top of the hill (Woooo)

I come from the field

Fuck how you feel

The liquor gon' spill

If I get a bag it's up (Bag)

If I get a bag it's up

Hop out the Lambo truck

Hoes tryna play with us

I'm top of the hill (Woooo)

I come from the field

Fuck how you feel

The liquor gon' spill

If I get a bag it's up (Bag)

If I get a bag it's up

Hop out the Lambo truck

Hoes tryna play with us (Mmm)

Come from the ghetto, made it out

Baby gon' give me mouth (Ya)

Jordan's they retro

If you seen what I've seen you'd be petro'd

Trapping the fed phone

Rollin' with dogs like a Petco

I told my ex you should let go

Just got me a model like Kendall

[DNoRRi:]

(Started from the bottom)

I came up (DNoRRi), sleepless nights

I stayed up (Yup), grinded to the top

That's no luck (Nope), I'm over now

Hater (Hater, hater)

With my day one

Smoking west coast

Flights international

My money 'bout to grow

[Edison:]

More money to blow

More hoes in my whip

Can't even say nothin'

Traumatized from my wrist

My paper trail so long

You got time to follow my story

My status stacked so high

I'm just building off of my glory

[Iakopo:]

On top of the hill

I come from the field

Fuck how you feel

Touch Down 2 Cause Hell (Bow Bow Bow) (Remix) lyrics - Hd4president & 2 Chainz (feat. Fredo Bang)

 [HD4President:]

Baow, baow, baow

[HD4President (Fredo Bang) {2 Chainz}:]

(Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah)

{Yeah}

(Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah) Baow, baow, baow

Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once

[2 Chainz:]

She gon' pat her weave when she was comin' out the beauty shop

Y'all niggas better duck when she be comin' with them booty shots

In the car backin' up, listenin' to Juvenile

Cocaine baggin' up, they sent my ass to juvenile

I ain't tryna put you down, but bring the friends that's cute around

They say it was hot, but all this jewelry I got cool you down

Crabs in a bucket, yeah, you know they try to pull you down

I ain't talkin' layin' up when I be sayin', "Shoot around"

I got on, like, ten bracelets, take too long to take 'em off

Anytime you fall off, then get back up and shake it off

I remember time misunderstood like I wouldn't make it out

Be done bought your crib from your landlord and put you out

[HD4President (Fredo Bang) {Both}:]

{Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah}

{Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah} Baow, baow, baow

{Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah}

{Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah} Baow, baow, baow

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Fredo Bang:]

I tell her, "Hold up"

Baby eat my dick up way too fast, I tell her, "Slow up"

Push it in her throat, so I can't help it if she throw up

Act like you want smoke, we makin' paint, you tryna get rolled up

Come get in this bitch like, "Junkie, come get this one"

Let me do my dance, I'm pookie leaning with a two-step

Flappin' on my dick, just watch my waist, I brought the tool in

Shawty actin' thirsty and she walkin' like I choose her

Told her, "Let me work and I ain't trippin' if your boo here"

I go push it deep and lick you butt and have you feenin'

Put it in your mouth, I run your gums just like you teethin'

Workin' with a lot, but if it's wet, then I can squeeze in

Put me in this bitch, I send a nigga to see Jesus

[HD4President, Fredo Bang {Both}:]

{Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah}

{Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah} Baow, baow, baow

{Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah}

{Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah} Baow, baow, baow

[HD4President:]

I say hold up

Shawty smokin' zaza out the pack, I told her roll up

Niggas muggin' stupid, lookin' crazy like they know us

You ain't got no money, plus you bummy and you tore up

You pretty, but bitch, so what?

Me and Boosie in the Maybach, good and full of liquor

Seen a cutie with some booty, tryna juug her with this pickle

All my niggas rollin' Backwoods, they don't fuck around with Swishers

I been fuckin' on his bitch, I just was fuckin' on her sister

Leanin' off the juice, bitch, I got Wock' up in my double cup

Baby gettin' money, but lil' bitch know you can't fuck with us

Thirty grand stuffed up in my jeans, yeah, it's up with us

Pussy nigga, you ain't 'bout that shit, so what you buckin' for?

I touched down at 11:45

Big old bust down and a Draco when I slide

I fuck with 54, that swim team, they gon' dive

I said bitch, don't turn me down

It's up, no comin' down, turn me up

[HD4President, Fredo Bang {Both}:]

{Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah}

{Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah} Baow, baow, baow

{Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah}

{Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah} Baow, baow, baow

Twerk Season lyrics - 2 Chainz (with Lil Wayne)

 [2 Chainz:]

Say what the fuck going on, man, it must be twerk season

Something in the air, it must be twerk season

'Cause they dancin', dancin' for no reason

Man, they dancin', dancin', dancing for no reason

Bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk

Bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, bitch, twerk

Big up to my amigo, he gave me a kilo for my ego

Talking 'bout you popped the molly? You just took you a placebo

And my suit is Valentino, she is hot as jalapeño

I can do a drive-by listening to Bobby Valentino

I can make her ass wiggle, I can get some cash with her

Talkin' 'bout your ex-boyfriend, fuck you and your last nigga

You ain't talkin' 'bout shit if you ain't talkin' 'bout us

Saying something in the air, y'all bitches some ones

Twerk, twerk, twerk

Have you ever got some head while driving in reverse?

I ain't into backing up, but just in case I'm backing out

Now look how she reactin', now I put it in, she asking ow

Say what the fuck going on, man, it must be twerk season

Something in the air, it must be twerk season

'Cause they dancin', dancin' for no reason

Man, they dancin', dancin', dancing for no reason

Bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk

Bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, bitch, twerk

[Lil Wayne:]

Big up to my lil sweet ho, my lil petite ho, keep it a C-note

When my main ho act like a P.O, ain't that frio, that's Sub-Zero

I say one time for that bitch, who just want dick and some to eat

Only want a number three, that's my pussy custody

I want a slim fine woman with some twerk with her

She ain't got no nosy friends, just a purse with her

She ain't got a lot of ass but I can work with her

Nigga, that's my cup of tea, ahh, burnt my tongue

Ooh, she got a popcorn booty

Everytime I see that ass it make me wanna watch a movie

It's supposed to be a lot of hard working going on

But who the fuck can focus with all this twerking going on?

[2 Chainz:]

Say what the fuck going on, man, it must be twerk season

Something in the air, it must be twerk season

'Cause they dancin', dancin' for no reason

Man, they dancin', dancin', dancing for no reason

Bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk

Bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, bitch, twerk, twerk, twerk, bitch, twerk

Whip & A Chain lyrics

 (from "The Birth of a Nation" soundtrack)

I want a whip and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

Why they done switched up the game?

I want a whip and a chain

Hustled for whips and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

Yeah we don't see it the same

This is a new generation

We ain't scared of shit

We ain't beg for shit

There's niggas dead for this

I want a whip and a chain

Hustled for whips and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

Yeah we don't see it the same

Hustle in Rollie, you know it's time for that

Broken taillight, you can die for that

Ain't no LOL, ain't no hidin' that

Might put the whip and park that

Might walk around in camoflauge, strapped

Bitch poppin' like bra straps

Only Kappa steps with a signed petition

Told the governor to revise the system

My auntie, she reside in prison

Damn near did thirty flat

Nigga round here playin' with kids

Get out and go to Baby Gap

Can't respect it, won't respect it

Got ejected, check the checklist

Don't expect to get on the guest list

Got a necklace on a necklace

I want a whip and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

Why they done switched up the game?

I want a whip and a chain

Hustled for whips and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

Yeah we don't see it the same

This is a new generation

We ain't scared of shit

We ain't beg for shit

There's niggas dead for this

I want a whip and a chain

Hustled for whips and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

Yeah we don't see it the same

1831 Exodus, prejudice, represent

Heaven-sent, Hell-bound

Jail-bound, necklace, hecklers, death wish

Yeah, preachin' today and kill you tonight

Nobody care how I'm feelin' tonight

This how I move in the middle of the night

Got all my people to get up and fight

Guess I'm a be the new villain tonight

Liftin' the spirits to Biblical heights

I talk to Christ so I'm feelin' him right

Nat with the Turner, that don't concern you

Stick it inside you, then I'm a turn you

Then I'm a learn you, then I'm a burn you

I got it on me like it's a thermal

I want a whip and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

Why they done switched up the game?

I want a whip and a chain

Hustled for whips and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

Yeah we don't see it the same

This is a new generation

We ain't scared of shit

We ain't beg for shit

There's niggas dead for this

I want a whip and a chain

Hustled for whips and a chain

I want a whip and a chain

Yeah we don't see it the same