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

[Intro]

[Timbaland:]

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

[2 Chainz:]

I try, survive

K9's outside

What's life, I strive

I do it, you lie

[Chorus - 2 Chainz:]

This me, fuck it

This me, fuck it

Like this, fuck it

Right here, fuck it

[Verse 1 - 2 Chainz:]

Get mine, take yours

Go far, go hard

Go home, big mansion, front look like a backyard

This me, fuck it

Touch me, bussin

My weed, musty

Treat the Porsche like a

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

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

Big money, soldiers

Slept on me, Folgers

My girl, gorgeous

Both pockets, bulges

This me, that's right

Pulled up, stop light

Got out, aight, aight, aight

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - 2 Chainz:]

Timbo, great

Make beats like steak

Chef in tha booth

Make niggas a plate

Make niggas relate

Might dive in a lake

VA, banana clips, Planet of The Apes

Ain't no debate

Ride like freeway

Ride like DJ's

If money talks I'm on three way

Live life, get paid

Been high since 10th grade

Fuck with me get ya rent paid

Cutting up like a switchblade

[Chorus]

mixtape: Trap-A-Velli Tre (2015)

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

 

DJ Bigga Rankin Intro lyrics - 2 Chainz

[DJ Bigga Rankin:]

Don't matter how far the road takes you

Nothing in this world can refresh your soul like being home

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

So they can't come back home

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

I cherish these motherfuckin streets

Neighborhood lyrics - 2 Chainz

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

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

Rose in the concrete, grows to the top

Son of a gun, raised by a Glock

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

No telling

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

I bought the violence in my stick shift

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

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

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

What you do about aggression, What you do about confession

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

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

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

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

Crunching numbers with dust heads

7 figures in Buckhead

I get dough till its enough bread

Money tall so it's enough said

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cause I can take your bitch with this amount

And take her on a trip with this amount

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

Talk like a whip, walk like a brick

Fly like a blimp, right over the public

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

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

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

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

Crunching numbers with [?] heads

7 figures in Buckhead

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

It's that moon rock shit

You gotta mix this with some

Regular OG

Cuz this shit be burnin' crazy

Damn

[2 Chainz:]

Cum in a bitch and I go crazy

Spend all these racks and I go crazy

Leave out the parking lot doin' a 180

This how the lord made me

Drop the top and start sun bathing

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

Got all my side hoes frustrated

This the life I waited on

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

I don't know what you been waiting on

All that I know is that I been waiting long

I ain't waiting to get no lone

Provolone on top of provolone

Mobile phone on top of mobile phone

I don't know what you niggas smokin' on

Pull my closet got a upstairs

Mobile home on top of mobile home

I go to sleep with a rollie on

I start my car with remote control

Get so much pussy

I go to sleep with a condom on

Fuck it, I want me a milli

Fuck it, I want me a milli

Fuck it, I want me a milli

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

Fuck it, I want me a milli

Fuck it, I want me a milli

Fuck it, I want me a milli

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

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Fuck I'm the king of the city

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm pourin' that gin in a simply

You niggas so fake need assembly

I'm smokin' weed, fuck the penalty

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

Fuck I'ma do wit this money

But walk in the club and start stuntin'

Push all my old bitches buttons

Came up from nothin' to something

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

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

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

All that bullshit is up under me

Smokin' gas ain't no tumble weed

All of this cash that's another thing

Black and yellow like a bumblebee (bumblebee)

[2 Chainz:]

Fuck it, I want me a billi

Fuck it, I want me a billi

Fuck it, I want me a billi

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

Fuck it, I want me a billi

Fuck it, I want me a billi, yeah

Fuck it, I want me a billi, yeah

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

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

So went and got me a milli

Now I want me a billi (you can have)

I don't think I have a ceiling

I can come thru with no ceiling

I give a fuck how you feeling

I can tell you how you lookin'

Nigga you ain't used to winnin'

Had the chickens missing winters (you can have)

In Miami, Mr. Winner (you can have)

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

Maison Margiela killer

Got a heart of a killer

Take the pussy, I'll kill it

What up Tip? What up Killa? yeah

Fuck it, I want me a trilli

Fuck it, I want me a trilli

Fuck it, I want me a trilli

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

Fuck it, I want me a trilli

Fuck it, I want me a trilli

Fuck it, I want me a trilli

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

Oh

Everything I Know lyrics - 2 Chainz

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

Everything I know

Everything I know

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything (I know)

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything—I know

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

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

Pull up real slow in a taxi

Gunshots turn em into athletes

I was hungry for a mil I gotta have it

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

Smoked a whole seven sitting in the traffic

And niggas couldn't beat me if they practiced

Used to use my safe for a mattress

Used to use my mattress for a safe

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

And I'm just tryna get it every day

They feigning for the trappers and the rappers

They feigning for the trappers and the rappers

They feigning for the trappers and the rappers

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

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything (I know)

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything I know

The streets done taught me everything—I know

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Used to meet them up at rallies [?]

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

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

The streets have taught me everything I know

The streets have taught me everything I know

The streets have taught me everything I know

The streets have taught me everything I know (everything)

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

The streets have taught me everything I know (everything)

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

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

The streets have taught me everything I know

The streets have taught me everything I know

The streets have taught me everything (I know)

Everything I know

The streets have taught me everything I know

The streets have taught me everything I know

The streets have taught me everything I know

Watch Out lyrics - 2 Chainz

Yo, okay

All my niggas with me

All my niggas with it

All my niggas ballin'

All my niggas athletic

All my niggas A1

All got street cred

All my niggas ballin'

All my niggas athletic

Pulled up in a Phantom

Pulled off with a dancer

Got a pocket full of money

Kinda hard to keep my pants up

Nigga tryna run them bands up

Fuck a bitch with my hands up

Lil Quay fuck the Xans up

Kinda hard to understand her

Duffle bags in the Escalade

Call the bitch, there a bread truck

Got the bitch going retarded

Call Uber for a spare truck

All these niggas never scared us

All these niggas never ran up

Bitch tryna put the head on me

Niggas tryna put the feds on me!

Niggas tryna take meds on me

Everything for the players only

Niggas sunny like Arizona

Gunshots just for sayin' something

Spraying shit like aerosol

You a foul and that's a fair ball

Nigga can't reach the goals

Keep shootin' them damn air balls

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch

Uh, watch out, lil bitch

You getting mad

I'm getting rich!

You getting mad

And I'm getting rich!

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch (Stiff arm)

Hey, watch out, lil bitch

You getting mad

I'm getting rich

You getting mad

Bitch, I'm getting rich

Watch out, lil ho

My partners still smoke on parole

They say that I'm crazy

I used to talk to a stove

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

Go to the dealership, fishtail off the lot

You know I'm comin' straight out the block

You know I'm comin' straight of the top

Shawty said she want 5 million

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

Shit, you can like it or not, damn

I'm comin' straight out the pot

Still got some Act' in my stock

Nigga I ain't gotta lie

Nigga I ain't gotta try

You wavin' that thing in the sky?

We wavin' that thing at your body

We wavin' that thing at your eye!

Look at the watch on my wrist

Got 'em all watchin' my wrist

Told that lil bitch I'll pass

Nigga watch the assist

I run the trap like the marathon

You niggas softer than silicone

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

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

I had a sit down with Farrakhan

Turn the White House to the Terrordome

I used to serve at the Chevron

I used to serve with my necklace on, bitch!

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch

Uh, watch out, lil bitch

You getting mad

I'm getting rich

You getting mad

And I'm getting rich

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch

Watch out, lil bitch

(Stiff arm)

Hey, watch out, lil bitch

You getting mad

I'm getting rich

You getting mad

Bitch, I'm getting rich

BFF lyrics - 2 Chainz

Whole lot of money that my BFF

Keep a Glock .40 in my Fendi belt

Getting so much cash I don't need a wallet

You smoking on that trash, throw it in the garbage

Young street nigga coming from the pot

Hanging on the block, kickin' with the convict

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

I'm proud of myself motherfucker I done it

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

Tity Boi 'bout to fuck the summer up

Order some new things for the Wraith

3rd chain on to get her naked

I'ma poster child for the hustle

You a poser child for them bustas

Game up for grabs, I'ma take it

Try to stay down like the pavement

Live by the code, keep it true

Anything and everything to get a loot

Nigga think they trill but I'm triller

Nigga think they ill but I'm iller

Nigga think they big but I'm larger

Pussy you ain't nothin' but a target

Smokin' on joints, gettin' massages

Keep dodgin' me and I charge up

Whole lot of money that my BFF

Keep a Glock .40 in my Fendi belt

Getting so much cash I don't need a wallet

You smoking on that trash, throw it in the garbage

Young street nigga coming from the project

Hanging on the block, kickin' with the convict

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

I'm proud of myself motherfucker I done it

In first class they ask me what I do

Had a stove, microwave and a blender too

Pull up on your set in a 62

Pull up on your set just to send em through

Shittin' on them niggas like an enema

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

Nigga know I know I been winnin'

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

Sold my Monte Carlo, bought a Cadillac

Sold my Cadillac and went and got a Beamer

I used to put my drawls in the cleaners

Trap down the street from Phillips Arena

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

They said the feds out here takin' pictures

Well I'm the freshest nigga on their Instagram

Hashtag making bands, yes I am

Whole lot of money that my BFF

Keep a Glock .40 in my Fendi belt

Getting so much cash I don't need a wallet

You smoking on that trash, throw it in the garbage

Young street nigga coming from the project

Hanging on the block, kickin' with the convict

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

I'm proud of myself motherfucker I done it

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

[Kevin Gates:]

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

Sometimes you grind from the bottom, get your chips straight

Sometimes you can make a million off a mixtape

Sometimes you get to the top and then your family hate

Don't give a damn what them haters say

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

Supposed to be winnin', yeah [?]

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

No one gave me shit, yeah

I feel like, I feel like I'm

[2 Chainz:]

I did a song with Kevin

Way 'fore ya'll followed him on his Instagram

Did a song with Young Dolph

'Fore ya'll even know what Memphis had

I intend to smash, no pen and pad

Married to the game, no strings attached

Married to the game, got a season pass

You was ahead but I'm EZ-Pass

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

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

Need a key just to get off of

Need a key just to get off of

Hanging rappers on a chop board

Outline 'em in chalk Lord, thoughts so

Trap nigga on a pop tour

Break dancing on cardboard

Wrist workin' that Pyrex

In the bando with that Mossberg

50 shots with my nigga Jonny

Somebody stole the truck from Benihanas

Next day he bought a new one

Like you win some and you lose some

[Kevin Gates:]

Sometimes you grind from the bottom, get your chips straight

Sometimes you can make a million off a mixtape

Sometimes you get to the top and then your family hate

Don't give a damn what them haters say

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

Supposed to be winnin', yeah [?]

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

No one gave me shit, yeah

I feel like, I feel like I'm

[2 Chainz:]

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

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

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

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

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

I need a sign that say foreigns only in my garage

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

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

I work hard for this shit, I got sleep deprivation

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

I got one in the air, another one in rotation

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

[Kevin Gates:]

Sometimes you grind from the bottom, get your chips straight

Sometimes you can make a million off a mixtape

Sometimes you get to the top and then your family hate

Don't give a damn what them haters say

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

Supposed to be winnin', yeah [?]

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

No one gave me shit, yeah

I feel like, I feel like I'm

[2 Chainz:]

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

With 2 time felons, one time I was bailin'

Every Tom, Dick, and Helen

They would act like they was reppin'

Who was real? Who was fake?

It was hard to keep it separate

And my bankroll big, this big, need Excedrin

And excessive marijuana in my motherfuckin' prison

We would wrap it like a present

We would act it like the preset

You was actin' like a peasant

I hold an eagle in the desert

With the Rollie and the bezel

I was fuckin' with the bastards

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

And I bought a Versace plate just to eat my salad

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

[Kevin Gates:]

Sometimes you grind from the bottom, get your chips straight

Sometimes you can make a million off a mixtape

Sometimes you get to the top and then your family hate

Don't give a damn what them haters say

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

Supposed to be winnin', yeah [?]

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

No one gave me shit, yeah

I feel like, I feel like I'm

GOAT lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. The Dream)

[2 Chainz:]

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

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

Mac-11 life style, burrrt then I hop out

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

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

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

Kenmore stove money, packs on G rouge money

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

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

So Sonny, you a comedian, all your flows funny

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

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

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

Fuck her then answer my phone, I gotta leave urgent

Everythin' I did in the past was intellectual

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

Show you what the extra do

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

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

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

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

Sixteen carefully, swag sold separately

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

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

[The-Dream:]

I'm on my Bobby Brown, babe

Put it on me tenderoni

And I got one of you in every town

To put it on me, I'm never lonely

Swimmin' in your hits, babe

And I'm gone like trip, babe

Show out, show out

Show out, show out, show out

It's all about you

It's all about you (everything we do)

It's all about you

It's all about you (everything I do)

It's all about you

[The-Dream (2 Chainz):]

(Every trapper, ever rapper)

Everything I do

(Every baller, ever actor)

Just wanna impress you

(Every actor, every actress)

I just wanna trust you

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

You're the finest that money can't buy

The finest shit that catches your eye, my

Now ball on these bitches

Go and ball on these bitches

Wanna see you ball on these bitches

Baby, ball on these bitches, yeah

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

It's going down if I say so

I come to raise hell, call me Halo

I'm growing up

I'll be out in a couple months

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

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

Used to keep money in a sports bag

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

Don't go starting that shit with me, nigga

By the time I get bigger I need a father figure

Someone to lean on

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

You looking like a fiend, ho

You rap about triple beams only

In every argument you try to make my mama seem wrong

Fuck you, nigga

And Harmony know I'm coming

She would no longer be the youngest

She keep kicking mama in the stomach

I'm gon kick your ass when I get there

You know sibling rivalry, it's all love

We'll all fight and then all hug

Like damn daddy got a ball court

I'm like damn daddy got a four wheeler

Damn daddy got a sports car

Damn daddy been wanting a lil nigga

We got enough land to find Sasquatch

Damn mommy, daddy making money

What the hell you complaining about?

So what if he was fucking with girls

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

Heaven straight, Harmony cool

I can't wait to get my own room

I can't wait till home room

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

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

I gotta hug now mom

Gotta hug GGG, get babysitted by nanna

Big Meech Era lyrics - 2 Chainz

Yeah

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

The Big Meech Era, you feel me?

Real, real motivation for a street nigga

Real, real motivation for a street nigga, ugh

Pull up in all color Ferraris, bitches in tiaras

Gettin' head while I'm steering

Everybody else starving, everybody else staring

Shawty got the McLaren and I had the seven

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

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

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

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

Took E's to the Twenty Grande

He got a pistol on him and twenty grand

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

Everybody need to calm down

Stand right by your homie's side

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

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

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

My whole body inked, my family hardly know me

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

Big Meech era, Japanese Dinner

Trap in these denim (damn)

Ain't stuntin' these women (naaa)

Wood grain steering wheel, I might get a splinter

If this a flexing contest I think we found a winner

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

I got to tell you how that shit started

(Real real motivation for a street nigga)

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

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

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

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

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

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

With a Blue DaVinci, dog food bricks (Heroin)

Snowman on repeat, rest in peace, Nando

I see Jigg in here I see Quazy too

When brawl wit'you we send them bottles through

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

Like Tyrese was on the Marta, too

They start calling too, startin' falling through

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

Talk to lame niggas something we hardly do

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

I think my rollie harder this an AG party

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

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

My whole body inked, family hardly know me

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

Big Meech era, Japanese Dinner

Trap in these denim

Trap in these denim

Ain't stuntin' these women

Wood grain steering wheel, I might get a splinter

If this a flexing contest I think we found a winner

I think we found a winner

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

Pull up in some shorts, middle of December

Flex, ooh

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

[2 Chainz:]

Kush packs and them rubber bands were my starter kit

Gun shots at your mama house cause you started it

Niggas taking every damn thing, if they ordered it

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

Kush packs and them rubber bands were my starter kit

Gun shots at your mama house cause you started it

Niggas taking every damn thing, if they ordered it

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

Mama saying boy why y'all playing in that water

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

Bigger sister saying y'all lil boy look suspicious

Got mama saying what y'all doing with my dishes

Twelve came through and we had for the fishes

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

Heard mama walking through the 'partments with a tool

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

Hit the D-mall like a motherfucking school

Yeah we shoot but we in the pool shooting pool

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

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

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

I am on so much green I can play golf

Kush pack and the rubber band and a digi scale

And a zip lock, residue all in my fingernails

Kush packs and them rubber bands were my starter kit

Gun shots at your mama house cause you started it

Niggas taking every damn thing, if they ordered it

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

Kush packs and them rubber bands were my starter kit

Gun shots at your mama house cause you started it

Niggas taking every damn thing, if they ordered it

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

[Young Dolph:]

Selling bags, zip locks, six Glocks, twenty scales

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

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

Nigga wanna play then okay somebody get shot

Rollies for the whole team, urine full of codeine

Pounds on the Sunbeam, baby bottles with more lean

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kush packs and them rubber bands were my starter kit

Gun shots at your mama house cause you started it

Niggas taking every damn thing, if they ordered it

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

Kush packs and them rubber bands were my starter kit

Gun shots at your mama house cause you started it

Niggas taking every damn thing, if they ordered it

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

If I Didn't Rap lyrics - 2 Chainz

I'm the shit but know about it

Yeah, buy a pint pour a four up out it

Yeah, I could tell you hoes ain't eating

Yeah, cause you ain't got no body

Yeah

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

I'll have to re-up on you niggas

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Swipping and swapping a pack, nigga the corner back

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And tell him in ten minutes meet me with ten

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

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

Came up with hustlers and killas

You can tell when we come in the building

You can smell when we come in the building

Give em hell when we come in the building

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

And a side bitch don't about 'em

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

And try to fuck the hoe up out em

I'm the shit but know about it

Yeah, buy a pint pour a four up out it

Yeah, I could tell you hoes ain't eating

Yeah, cause you ain't got nobody

Yeah, and my partner got four bodies

Yeah, and my broad got low milage

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

Young nigga better know about it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If I didn't have me a pack

[?]

You will be meet me in back

Yeah, drug, dealing, class, 101, ungh

El Chapo Jr lyrics - 2 Chainz

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

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

El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr

El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr

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

Anywhere on the map, I bring it to you

El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr

El Chapo Jr, I'ma bring it to ya

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

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

Chopper bullets flying errywhere, pop pop pop

Got them chopper bullets flying errywhere, uh

.223 chopper clip as long as Stacey Augmon

In the restaurant I order 2 fried lobsters

Napkin on my Balmains, smokin' with lil mama

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

All these grams on me, all these bands on me

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

Sprinter van on me, I got them xans on me

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

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

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

El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr

El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr

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

Anywhere on the map, I bring it to you

El Chapo Jr, El Chapo Jr

El Chapo Jr, I'ma bring it to ya

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

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

I might buy a Maybach and paint it all gold

Buy a crib fill the rooms up with all stoves

Wish I could tell you what she doing to me

Pocket full of money that's bluer than the sea

I feel like I just paid off the plug

Drop the top off the whip, hair-line receding

High last night so I woke up this evening

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

Rims on the car make it six feet

So I can park the car wherever the blimps be

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anywhere on the map, I bring it to you

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

Lapdance In The Trap House lyrics - 2 Chainz

Honorable

Honorable

Honorable

Honorable C-Note

2 Chainz!

I ain't never been a minute man

Pour a deuce in a minute maid

Trap house filled with ceilling fans

Weed louder than a hearing aid

Bitch same color lemonade

We don't got to rent a renegade

And I tip my barber a hunnid

The only thing I might get is temple fades

Tryna take another nigga's story

You a fuck nigga and I know it

See I could wear black in the summertime

And I could wear white when its snowin'

I could show you where to go like a local

Order 20 bags out of Oakland

I might buy me a motorcycle

And use your girl for a chauffeur

I'm the realest nigga and the illest nigga

Fuck you lil nigga and your lil sister

Try to use a nigga when it's beneficial

Free all my niggas out the penitentiary

Louis V all on my luggage

Bitch better get on my level

Put a half a milli in a MCM bag

Had that motherfucker looking pregnant

Lapdance in the trap house

Get a lapdance off in the trap house

Lapdance in the trap house

Get a lapdance off in the trap house

Lapdance in the trap house

Get a lapdance off in the trap house

Lapdance in the trap house

Get a lapdance off in the trap house

Get a lapdance in the kitchen

Y'all sucka niggas pay attention

See I could make her ass bend over

At the same time make her do the dishes

Oh oh oh double middle finger to the picture

Handgun got a nose like Pippen

Girls come through they want to smoke

'Fore they leave this bitch they start strippin'

900 dollars for the tennis shoes

Get a lap dance in the living room

Treat the bathtub like a jacuzzi

Cause the trap house don't got a swimming pool

Money piled up on the counter

Got a hundred round drum in the other counter

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

Got raid spray you know how the bugs be

Got a fan in the window by the love seat

And I know it was slow at work tonight

So bitch you better act like you love me

Lapdance in the trap house

Get a lapdance off in the trap house

Lapdance in the trap house

Get a lapdance off in the trap house

Lapdance in the trap house

Get a lapdance off in the trap house

Lapdance in the trap house

Get a lapdance off in the trap house

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

Each and erry one of em

Each and erry one of em

Honorable singing

Each and erry one of em

[Skooly and 2 Chainz:]

Boy don't play the bullet

Cuz I got a bullet

For like each and erry one of em

Each and erry one of em

You niggas suckers

I know each and erry one of em

All them niggas busters

I teach each and erry one of em

[2 Chainz:]

I'm a pull my whips out

Each and erry one of em

I might call my bitch that day

Each and erry one of em

I'm a check my trap

Each and erry one of em

I'm a put my necklace on

Each and erry one of em

[Skooly:]

You can't see me through this tint

But I see each and erry one of em

Putting up representing in front of

Each and erry one of em

Party my pimping women I had erry one of em

Teaching erry one of em

Freaking erry one of em

[Cap 1:]

Just let me kicking round robins I fought

Each and erry one of em

Two of my bitches not wearing collars

Each and erry one of em

Side that whip with random 4Gs

I mean each and erry one of em

Counting nothing but them honeys

I mean each and erry one of em

[2 Chainz:]

I'm about to hit the club tonight

Each and erry one of em

I go to the fight to watch the fight

Each and erry one of em

Southside niggas with me

Each and erry one of em

And fuck your opinion nigga

Each and erry one of em

[Skooly:]

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

Each and erry one of em

And I'll give you the rundown on

Each and erry one of em

We from every side of town

Each and erry one of em

Westside southside Chi Town one of em

[Cap 1:]

See all of you that not familiar

I'm talking Each and erry one of em

Talking shit and they get rid of you

Each and erry one of em

We just popping pussy turning up tricks

Each and erry one of em

Got no bricks and doubled up on the wrists

Each and erry one of em

My niggas are felons

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

Each and erry one of em

Your niggas are jealous and bumming like what the fuck ever

Each and erry one of em

I can shoot a K with one arm

It sounds like babong

Shorts with the long johns

My bitch need pom poms

I'm talking about

Each and erry one of em

[Skooly:]

I'll fuck all them bitches

I had erry one of em

You never see nothing like this

Now on em

John got it by killing the thing

Kamikaze blowing up everything

Don't call I shot at the cop

I'm chopping off every brain

[Cap 1:]

I'm a let that shit go

Each and erry one of em

Is this a Marley I'm a suffer that low

Each and erry one of em

She got that dick inside and wanted some more

Bitches calling trying to blow up my phone

And them niggas rapping going with the flow

Each and erry one of em

[Skooly:]

Boy don't play the bullet

Cuz I got a bullet for like

Each and erry one of em

Each and erry one of em

You niggas suckers

I know each and erry one of em

All them niggas bust cuz I teach

Each and erry one of em

Boy don't play the bullet

Cuz I got a bullet

Cuz I got a bullet

You niggas suckers

Each and erry one of em

And erry one of em

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

[2 Chainz:]

I mind fucked an intellectual

Had sex with her on my sectional

Slowed it down, take it extra slow

Bust on myself like Plaxico

Oh alright here I go

Shorty got my love in the finger fold

I got a manicure, pedicure

I got her hair done and credit card new

I'm balling on her big time

Told shorty I'm 6'5"

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

She look like she been fine

She always call me big time

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

I'm maestro in the main suite

Make a side chick out your main squeeze

Better hop on board 'fore the train leave

Shorty outta place cause I slang D

And I'm changes need my chain freeze

Meant to say my chain froze

Everytime I change clothes

[Betty Idol:]

Cherish the game

When we fly far away

Sky dive in a puddle of mud

Make it rain blue dolphin

All I see is blue dolphin

Cherish the game

When we fly far away

Sky dive in a puddle of mud

Make it rain blue dolphin

All I see is blue dolphin

[2 Chainz:]

I like when she smile

She like when I make her smile

She like when I put it down

She like when I come in town

I like when she on the brown

She like when I'm on the loud

Seen her take some coke then smile

Seen her take a perc then pow

Birkin bag see no salt

All on the beach with toes out

All on the beach sea gulls out

All in the jeep windows down

Where I come from the Regals out

She knows I turn up on the molly

She doing string thing for money

I'm trying to put it in her tummy

I might whisper in her earlobe

I'm blowing kisses in her earlobe

I'm telling things she ain't built for

Money long as Lincoln Continentals

Codeine with a touch of Sprite

Geeked up for a hundred nights

I'm a roll had a Cuban link

In a figaro this a finger roll

[Betty Idol:]

Cherish the game

When we fly far away

Sky dive in a puddle of mud

Make it rain blue dolphin

All I see is blue dolphin

Cherish the game

When we fly far away

Sky dive in a puddle of mud

Make it rain blue dolphin

All I see is blue dolphin

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

 

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

Road Dawg lyrics - 2 Chainz

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

Young nigga run up, run up the summer

Tats on my stomach like Makaveli

Back of the back in the back of Telly's

With the racks in the sac I will rap on belly

They will act real really niggas acting sidity

Ain't no Actavis in the city, woah

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

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

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

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

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

See we on the internet, fly as an insect

Shine like the moonlight, told 'em gesundheit

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

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

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

Follow the leader, monkey see, monkey do

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

Trapping all night, you know the rules

Trapping all night, it ain't no rules

I pay my dues, copped it in twos

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

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

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

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

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

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

[2 Chainz:]

I'm thinking about moving to Mexico

I'm thinking about moving to Mexico

Got my raw paper filled with Texaco

All I ever wanted was some better dope

Better dope

Better dope

Better dope

Better dope

[Cap 1:]

Gold in a nigga [?]

The Window tinted

I got a tahoe for the heaters

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

All of this work, I be feeling like El Jefe

Tatted up and looking like a ese'

Got a pocket rocking on me in the [?]

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

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

Made it out the projects, holla hallelujah

Slanging the fish, on the phone, barracudas

Niggas shoot Rugers, putting hoes in madudas

Mace in my[?] hella coca

Step off the plane with work and Pennacchio

With the Mexico the bigger mocha mutha

Money keep coming, my cup runneth over

[2 Chainz:]

I'm thinking about moving to Mexico

I'm thinking about moving to Mexico

Got my raw paper filled with Texaco

All I ever wanted was some better dope

Better dope

Better dope

Better dope

Better dope

Pull up on a nigga with the packs

Give a nigga this and serve a nigga with a strap

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

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

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

I could buy a back, when I pad that

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

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

I could take a village and turn it to a mansion

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

All I scream is church, like a nigga tryna pastor

Pull up

Pull up

Pull up

Pull up

Pull up

Damn boy looking like a computer

[?]

Still down the [?]

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

On the low man, low [?] noodles

29 grams if it come with the plastic

Got a brick the same color Alaska

Stretching the [?] like I would to a elastic

I can go slow then I can go faster

Been graduated, been flipping my [?]

I might move away, cuz these hoes harassing

I'm thinking about moving to Mexico

I'm thinking about moving to Mexico

Got my raw paper filled with Texaco

All I ever wanted was some better dope

Better dope

Better dope

Better dope

Better dope

How It Feel lyrics - Bankroll Fresh & 2 Chainz

[Bankroll Fresh:]

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

Do you know how it feel to ball like this?

I'm with a bad Malibu white bitch

Shining hard my earring blinging right wrist

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

I'm a real street nigga I know prices

Hit the door one time and get Hyphy

Real trap nigga, 95 Nikes

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

Blue P behind the gates, yeah she feisty

Georgia Power cut us off, my junkies got us on

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

Do this shit for all my niggas trapping out the phone

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

How it feel, how it feel to ball like this

[2 Chainz:]

10 band, take a zan, then you like me

Got the girl in my room on my right knee

My white T filled with Cuban links on it

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

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

Got my first foreign whip off a remix

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

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

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

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

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

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

Natural lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Short Dawg)

10 grand and cologne on my dresser

I'm a natural born finesser

I'm a natural born finesser

I'm a natural born finesser

My pimp hand, got these hoes breaking cheddar

I'm a natural born finesser

I'm a natural born finesser

I'm a natural born finesser

Ain't nobody fresher, even on a stretcher

Trying to test us

Niggas screaming T.R.U story, like masseuse applying pressure

If that's you're girl arrest her

Ho get out of line, I correct it

Know this she was spears, surrounded by squares like a checker

Migo got that work, white as every decker

Shouts to Hector

You know Mega schooled me

Bitch be making movies, lots of extras

Paid a fortune for the lean

Plus I'm clean, pimping in my jeans

Might kidnap your queen, bend her over, make her scream

She probably seen

10 grand and cologne on my dresser

I'm a natural born finesser

I'm a natural born finesser

I'm a natural born finesser

My pimp hand, got these hoes breaking cheddar

I'm a natural born finesser

I'm a natural born finesser

I'm a natural born finesser

[Short Dawg:]

Money long as Lexus, boy that weed you smoking, on a spaceship

Puffing on that trash, you don't blow no gas, like a Tesla

Imma stack this cake, all that acting fake, is for the wrestlers

Party in my place, grab your bag and skate, Imma text ya

Told her : "Imma show my naked no affection"

Put her on a poles, no election, don't collect it

Give me all my ho, give me all my cheese

What you mean, Pimping in my jeans

The chick of your dreams, I just kicked her out

And she had must have seen

10 grand and cologne on my dresser

I'm a natural born finesser

I'm a natural born finesser

I'm a natural born finesser

My pimp hand, got these hoes breaking cheddar

I'm a natural born finesser

I'm a natural born finesser

I'm a natural born finesser

[2 Chainz:]

I bet you didn't know for every different ho

I got a different flow

PRPF them foes, sadity ho, ricardo teechi clothes

See I might free the ho Yeeaaahh

Get that Jeezy flow Ha Haaa

Pimp hand got a ho under pressure

I'm a natural born caresser

I might fuck her on the strecther

I might make a little money, leave a little on the dresser

And they sayin' Money tall, with this selection

I'm kicking it like Messi

It's like saying, you can't do nothing right to a lefty

Bond on my Nina, got them standing right next to us

Spraying it with both hands bitch I'm ambidextrous

10 grand and cologne on my dresser

I'm a natural born finesser

I'm a natural born finesser

I'm a natural born finesser

My pimp hand, got these hoes breaking cheddar

I'm a natural born finesser

I'm a natural born finesser

I'm a natural born finesser

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

Making it work, give them the work and they're going berzerk

Licking their clit', don't fuck with them clique and your dick in the dirt

Take them to work, pick it back up and I'm going to Paris

Her pussy so good, damnit she almost get [?] of the work

Making it work I'm making, I'm making, I'm making it work

Making it work I'm making, I'm making, I'm making it work

Making it work I'm making, I'm making, I'm making it work

Making it work I'm making, I'm making, I'm making it work

[Skooly:]

Started off I was 16, trying to get it, trying to get it

Cramped up in my auntie house, momma ain't have to place to live in

Young nigga known in the city, in the city fucking all of the bitches

Then I turned 17 started sipping

Then the all motherfucking world tried to hit me

They know I'm a rich kid for life

Now a nigga too T.R.U, no lie

Now I got goo troups, with no lifes

And they'll probably shoot you for no [?]

Niggas ain't new to this shit, niggas just T.R.U to this shit

Niggas can't do what we did, niggas ain't do what we did

Niggas can't do it like T

Niggas can't do it like me or Bankroll

Pull up on your bitch with a bang roll

And I'm flexing on all of you stank holes

Pocket full of money that you can't hold

I'm a pimp no [?], and really ain't nowhere that I can't go

Momma told me: "Go to church!"

I told her, I love her and I'll make it work

Making it work, give them the work and they're going berzerk

Licking their clit', don't fuck with them clique and your dick in the dirt

Take them to work, pick it back up and I'm going to Paris

Her pussy so good, damnit she almost get [?] of the work

Making it work I'm making, I'm making, I'm making it work

Making it work I'm making, I'm making, I'm making it work

Making it work I'm making, I'm making, I'm making it work

Making it work I'm making, I'm making, I'm making it work

[Bankroll Fresh:]

Show you how to make one zip, make another zip

Started out with an all zip whip

Turned the same zip whip served the all script

[?] the profit out of that zip

Put all the profit in a shoe box

Fuck around, got me a new Glock

Fuck around, got me a new spot

Working at the park man heat hot

Trap talk got me reminiscing

Over hour renting, [?]

For a half and fifty, here goes half a grammy

Baby come and let me get the keys and sneak in

No insurance, do the speed limit

Know a young nigga try to get it

Either you're broke or getting it

Either you're broke or winning

Remember in the beginning, I ain't even have a penny

One day [?] again

Now I got plenty, nigga, looking like a ticket

Wars and the shit and they looking like a Bentley

Started out trapping and finessing just to get it

[?] hit the pack with a live sport ticket

Nigga, who is asking? Now I got the paky

Now I got a maky, counting them in the backy

Making it work, give them the work and they're going berzerk

Licking their clit', don't fuck with them clique and your dick in the dirt

Take them to work, pick it back up and I'm going to Paris

Her pussy so good, damnit she almost get [?] of the work

Making it work I'm making, I'm making, I'm making it work

Making it work I'm making, I'm making, I'm making it work

Making it work I'm making, I'm making, I'm making it work

Making it work I'm making, I'm making, I'm making it work

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

[Hook - 2 Chainz x2:]

I had to give these hoes

I had to give these hoes someone to love

I said I had to give these hoes

I had to give these hoes someone to love

This what I'm doin'

This what I'm doin', it's easier than drugs

I said this what I'm doin'

This what I'm doin', it's easier than drugs

[2 Chainz:]

From a P in the pot

Type of nigga, used to sleep on a cot

Type of nigga, used to get it and go

You the type that sold a ki to a cop

Type of nigga, have your bitch in my spot

I'm the type to tie her feet in a knot

Type of nigga, turned a dream to a G

Type of nigga, turned that G to a drop

Turn around and take a P on the lot

Used to say, "Give me codeine on the rocks"

Used to say, "Kiss it one time" cause that coochie was stankin'

I sprayed some Febreze on the box, weed in my socks

Picture of me with a block on the block

Picture me rollin'

If I get gunned down today

Your picture they gon' be holdin'

Pick up the paper, custodian

Your bitch about to get stolen, now it is a wrap

Talkin' aluminum foil

Tat-tat-tat-tat, what the fuck? Shoot a nigga playin' tough

Show me a bitch that is loyal

I could sell her desert soil

Love me or love me not

You cannot go to my mama's spot

[Hook x2]

[Cap-1:]

I'm the type to put the ki on the block

I'm the type to be the king of the spot

Push button, ain't no key for the drop

Tatted my body, I think that I'm Pac

Got these bitches fallin' through to give me the box

Bet you niggas wonder how I did it

Fell in love with sellin' drugs and then I went and got a plug

And I made a little bit of money, spendin' hundred thousand limits

I had to give these hoes

I had to give these hoes someone to love

Took them 5s and 10s and 20s, added it up

Took them 50s, 100s, then I went to the club

They can see what I'm doin'

See what I'm doin', it's easier than drugs

In the kitchen water whippin', flippin' pigeons

Double the digits, the blue money come

Got the Forgiatto on that new Gallardo

Blowin' avocado, ridin' through Chicago

Got the double cup and lean in baby bottle

Got the shooters with me, black Mercedes follow

Shoe cost a bando

Rest in peace ‘Nando

My bitch came from Cuba, the weed from Cali

But my plug Mexicano

[Hook x2]

[Skooly:]

I do this shit for my people now

They say young Skay got the ether now

I'm sellin' this shit like illegal now

I'm comin' back to the teacher now

We're not the same, I'm a creature now

Came a long way from them Regals now

How he hop out of two seaters now?

That's what them bitches be sayin'

That's what them niggas be sayin'

But hate is an ugly trait

You want somethin' salty go shit in your hand

Shout out to Cap and his bitch

He got me whippin' my wrist in a Glad

Look like I'm whippin' my wrist in a Glad

All yellow Rollie, is piss on my hand

I never listen to man

God told me "give 'em the truth", I've just been spittin' the truth

That shit you're spittin' ain't true

I'm just a product, can prove

I'm somethin' ill in the booth

I'm known to kill in the booth, I'm known to spill in the booth

See I keep it better, I'll never talk to a pillar

And I cannot talk to these niggas, so

[Hook x2]

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

[2 Chainz:]

Turn the whole block to Vietnam

Made some legal money, ran off on Uncle Sam

Every seven days I might smoke a quarter bag, bag, bag

Bad bitches in my picture

Take yo ho and fuck her on the low just like a whisper

Dom Perignon by the pitcher, I used to eat at Crystal's

Nah, I'm just lying, I used to meet at Crystal's

Duffle bag zippers, who the fuck gon' zip that bitch up?

Me and that bitch we gon' ride in the trunk

Cause the hood of the car is not in the front

I did it fo' them, no, I did it fo' me, so, they did it fo' them

And I like when that pussy go splash, so I told 'er let's go fo' a swim

[Young Dolph:]

Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch

She outside my traphouse stalkin'

I spoil all my clientele, and my little bitch, she spoiled rotten

Just fucked a 20k on good weed and designer shoppin'

Summer time, just made it, I'm thinkin' drop top Spider Rarri

Who there callin' my phone? If it ain't about money then I ain't talkin'

Pocket full of Franklins on me, I call that shit gangsta walkin'

Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch, she outside my traphouse stalkin'

I valet the coupe and Nieman Marcus, I went in and ate lunch

And say that we run the streets, I say we just give em what they want

Yup, give 'em that crack, make em come back

Just scraped these six figures out the road spent it on the set

Hmm, like LL, I'm in too deep with it

Little momma pussy so good, man, that I almost fell asleep in it

[Cap 1:]

Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch

She outside my traphouse stalkin'

Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch, she out my traphouse stalkin'

Panamera on the Forgies, I'm flossin', 458 with the horsie

I got that packet from Cali, I can break it down

And have everything gone by the mo'ning

Have the amigo pull up with 1000 meetings

I can run through yo city like Jordan

Nigga, my cousin, my women imported

Yo, bitch on my bumper, you can get extorted

I call my plug and I tell him bring me more

Don't worry bout me, worry bout where yo ho at

Nigga, yo bitch outside my traphouse skeetin'

Bitch outside, she stalkin'

285, just ride, smokin' precious, you trippin', I left that bitch walk in

I got these racks so big I can't fold it

I got yo bitch, yo shawty got ebola

We sellin' that coke, we no call it a come up

Makin' em G's, ya gotta stay 100

That precious gas pack, we smoke it and punch in

I don't do dinners, no movie, no nothin', no lunches, we fuckin'

And that's the end of that discussion

Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch

She outside my traphouse stalkin'

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

[Bankroll Fresh:]

Granny came out like what the fuck going on

Everybody on the porch, everybody selling stone

Everyboy round here working, nigga Nextel chirpin'

[?] in 2004 you know back then they were serving

Back then they were working

Nigga [?]

Super charged' 442 man that motherfucker hard

T-Top foreign, buttons and all that

You can even found where we gon' stash and work hard at

[?]

Serving breakdown wanna be the man who serve flakes 'round

Used to want a 87' pro ham big brain super [?]

Know I want my shit mount

Know them rubberband count it

Know your bitch on my dick

And you know I'm selling ounces

Used to ride 78, to take the shit to Stone Mountain

Now I'm a street executive with street money

Nigga and I count it

Oh you niggas looking bad

Oh you niggas looking mad

Super charge on them motherfucker

Cam, got this bitch fast

Young nigga just left the dealer

I'm talking about paper tags

I'm talking about straight cash

Where you flickas, that's your bands

Nigga try to duck the van

Keep your eye on your man

The young nigga ridin' and wildin'

Murk your ass over Xans

Granny came out like what the fuck going on

Everybody on the porch, everybody selling stone

Everyboy round here working, nigga Nextel chirpin'

[?] in 2004 you know back then they were serving

Back then they were working

Nigga [?]

Super charged' 442 man that motherfucker hard

T-Top foreign, buttons and all that

You can even found where we gon' stash and work hard at

[2 Chainz:]

Bought a Maybach out of Pro Tools

Before that it was no rules

First one with Panamera, treat that bitch like a old school

First I got them burglar bars, then I got my shit together

When we was on section 8, I feel like I'd pay rent forever

Started off with triple zeros then I got me some Ziplocs

We ain't had no peep hole, open that bitch with a 6 shot

Pull up to the dealership, left that hit a tint shop

Left that and hit the jewelry store, left there with a wrist watch

Mama still watching Matlock, got the block on padlock

Used all my Gucci boxes, as motherfucking stash spots

What more can you ask for, 200 on the dashboard

Got a trap on fire, nigga, we was down a street from the airport

[Bankroll Fresh:]

Granny came out like what the fuck going on

Everybody on the porch, everybody selling stone

Everyboy round here working, nigga Nextel chirpin'

[?] in 2004 you know back then they were serving

Back then they were working

Nigga [?]

Super charged' 442 man that motherfucker hard

T-Top foreign, buttons and all that

You can even found where we gon' stash and work hard at

[PeeWee Longway:]

100 grams in my nutsack, had to tuck it from 12

Grinding on my Nextel, youngins slanging them bells

My uncle Joe the dope tester he heat the dope his fishscale

Back in the day I was rapping, the dope was shippin' through mail

2004 clientele, I drank my packs on the daily

OG smelling like piss and mattress, 2 for 5 for sale

I put Fochinis on my bunion, it's the key to my step

Ferragamo 'round my waist, I put handcuffs on myself

Fuck 12 pussy nigga, they can't find out where the stash at

Hundred gas bag, in the Audi hatchback

I started grinding, ain't got no where else to hide the cash at

Granny came home like what the fuck going on!??

[Bankroll Fresh:]

Granny came out like what the fuck going on

Everybody on the porch, everybody selling stone

Everyboy round here working, nigga Nextel chirpin'

[?] in 2004 you know back then they were serving

Back then they were working

Nigga [?]

Super charged' 442 man that motherfucker hard

T-Top foreign, buttons and all that

You can even found where we gon' stash and work hard at

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

[Skooly:]

Young nigga thuggin' for a reason, pro'ly cause it's all that they teach him

I come through killin' every season, pray they don't call the policeman

Please don't call the policeman, please don't call the policeman

Please don't call the policeman, please don't call the policeman

All I ever wanted was respect, young nigga thuggin' in the streets

Please don't call the detective, please don't call the police!

Please don't call the policeman, please don't call the policeman

Please don't call the police, please don't call the police

Wait, verse time, killin' these niggas, it's murk time

Puttin' these niggas in a hearse time

To my enemies, I done had worse times

Nigga, it's work time, put a pussy nigga in the dirt time

Really don't wanna see me work, son – pull back the curtain, woo

Why you do 'em like that? Boy you need to muhfuckin' stop that

Hangin' wit' the killers and I'm feelin' presidential

Big brother went and got the fuckin' drop head

Now I make a old bitch drop head, I'll make yo' bitch drop head

Put the pedal to the floor, now her panties on the floor

Nigga, I'll make yo' bitch drop that!

I smoke the most of the reefer, hangin' wit' Dos Cadenas

Made it rain, hurricane, give out that money like FEMA

Turn that lil bitch to Katrina, fuck up the money from features

Watch how a thug get a Beamer all from rappin' and singin'

Young nigga thuggin' for a reason, pro'ly cause it's all that they teach him

I come through killin' every season, pray they don't call the policeman

Please don't call the policeman, please don't call the policeman

Please don't call the policeman, please don't call the policeman

All I ever wanted was respect, young nigga thuggin' in the streets

Please don't call the detective, please don't call the police!

Please don't call the policeman, please don't call the policeman

Please don't call the police, please don't call the police

[Short Dawg:]

Really ate in these streets like a stray dog

Coupe wit' the roof you could take off, crew finna take off

Killin' these hoes if I pull up wit' tech

Cause the [?] will save y'all

Ended up hustlin', wanted to play ball

Got addicted to watchin' that lean drip

Now I step in the mall wit' a stack of new hundreds

Run through that blue cheese like it's wing dip

Most of my Locs be like "Fre$h, you too clean, Crip"

Don't work out that much but my jeans ripped

Class by myself like detention

Cause most of the niggas wife hoes I done seen strip

So I had to give these hoes

I had to give these hoes someone to pay

She pull up on me when she wantin' that pipe

Nigga, yo' crib is just somewhere to stay

All I had in the trap was a blunt and a K

(And) a bundle of yay

Most the fiends don't believe that I made a transition

They still call my number today

Extended the clips for them niggas who say they will rob me

It ain't hard to find me

If the proof's in the pudding then call me Bill Cosby

Or just ask my mama, it ain't no mistake that a

[Skooly:]

Young nigga thuggin' for a reason, pro'ly cause it's all that they teach him

I come through killin' every season, pray they don't call the policeman

Please don't call the policeman, please don't call the policeman

Please don't call the policeman, please don't call the policeman

All I ever wanted was respect, young nigga thuggin' in the streets

Please don't call the detective, please don't call the police!

Please don't call the policeman, please don't call the policeman

Please don't call the police, please don't call the police

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

[Young Dolph:]

Still driving these bitches crazy

Forever got a due to the fact that the streets made me

She asked can she hit the weed, I said "That's ok with me"

But I'm still screaming "Fuk u pay me"

Fuk u pay me

Fuk u pay me

Fuk u pay me

Fuk u pay me

Fuk u pay me

Fuk u pay me

I ain't be feeling like doing shit but counting paper lately

All of my bitches be wanting to have threesomes lately

[2 Chainz]

I'm in the back of the back when I back out

Wrapped like a man inside of a crack house

Everybody know I'm a fashionista

Trap jumping up like Stackhouse

Everybody know what that's about

Swag up to my forehead, Miami from a [?] day

Drinking lean on a moped

Inner shake down for some romance

Look me in the eyes like a grown man

Seen a girl from high school

Busting moves on a pole dance

Southside Atlanta shit

Might boss the world with some counterfeits

Tell a nigga it's sold out, killed the game #PaulBearer

I ain't packing for some more there

Long money, long hair

Long nose, leave you long gone

Stretch you out like a lawn chair

Fuk u pay me, kick your shit like Solange there

Comfortable like Hermès, drive a ho crazy #AirBags

[Young Dolph:]

Still driving these bitches crazy

Forever got a due to the fact that the streets made me

She asked can she hit the weed, I said "That's ok with me"

But I'm still screaming "Fuk u pay me"

Fuk u pay me

Fuk u pay me

Fuk u pay me

Fuk u pay me

Fuk u pay me

Fuk u pay me

I ain't be feeling like doing shit but counting paper lately

All of my bitches be wanting to have threesomes lately

You owe me mula, where's my guala?

You ain't got it? We got problems

Got to send my partner them shotters

I mean them shooters

In the club ordering bottles, strictly for the models

Throw a band's worth of Versace, get on one side on my closet

Fuck the shit out of little mama and drive her Looney Tunes

Play with me, I'll introduce you to the Gooney Tunes

These niggas trash, sweep them up, I need a broom

The bitch's nigga she ditched on us and then met me out the room

Showed up in that trench coat, caught butt naked like Robin Givens

Sexy pretty ass ghetto bitch straight from out Memphis

Scream out that droptop: "Fuk u pay me"

You better keep that Glock out, boy you know these streets shaded

Where the fuck you've been lately?

Still driving these bitches crazy

Forever got a due to the fact that the streets made me

She asked can she hit the weed, I said "That's ok with me"

But I'm still screaming "Fuk u pay me"

Fuk u pay me

Fuk u pay me

Fuk u pay me

Fuk u pay me

Fuk u pay me

Fuk u pay me

I ain't be feeling like doing shit but counting paper lately

All of my bitches be wanting to have threesomes lately

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

[2 Chainz (Skooly):]

Pull on the vallet and look like wings on my shit

(Talking sideways put a beam on that shit)

Ain't no Activis so I lean on my bitch

[Skooly:]

I brought her with a bad bitch, I got her fiending for this

All that I need is a gun, I promise to keep it 100

The coupe ain't come with no keys, not when you spending 100

A nigga think this is a disease, can't even keep it a 100

I keep it a 100, my pocket look so with the cheese

How many niggas with me? I think it's a 100

[Short Dawg:]

Half of these rapper sucks, they nead a pacifier

Truth be told the other half are liars

[?] more will do in the foreign coupe

Rings on it like a appetizing

Got a life fresh where you've been

Nigga that's personal

I'm doing a verse more because the work is slow

Keeping it 100 like the purpose's goal

I'm authentic keep my car's tinted

Probably cause I got your broad in it

The way she walking got my palms itching

Money talks and mine is long-winded

The TRU up on my charm glisten

Got more oil in it than a car engine

Because niggas know I'm from the H town

So I'm coming down like a partition

[Cap 1:]

Making all of these fucking Gs

They can't even keep it 100

I got the trap bumping, nigga what you want?

Probably put in your order

I got them birds in the water, that's on my son and my daughter

I made a half from a quarter, I might hit this helling business

Nigga fleeping pigeons, bought a Rollie flood at the border

TRU thats la familia

I can make a phone call and I get rid of you

You can't have this bitch; I don't even consider her

We offin' them pounds like Jennifer nigga

The trap phone steady ringing

Money count and steady spinning

I just put a pound of Lenix

We got this shit from the tranches

[2 Chainz (Skooly):]

Pull on the vallet and look like wings on my shit

(Talking sideways put a beam on that shit)

Ain't no Activis so I lean on my bitch

[Skooly:]

I brought her with a bad bitch, I got her fiending for this

All that I need is a gun, I promise to keep it 100

The coupe ain't come with no keys, not when you spending 100

A nigga think this is a disease, can't even keep it a 100

I keep it a 100, my pocket look so with the cheese

How many niggas with me? I think it's a 100

[Skooly:]

Married to the game, need a ring out this bitch

I'm may go insane, I'm not the king to this shit

I'm a zombie, I want brain, I'll be feinding for this

Wooh, that shout never changed ain't no reason for it

Trying to get the lean out of my piss

Trying to get the Gs out my bitch

I had an uncle, used to smuggle, got 4 keys in this bitch

So many Gs in this bitch, but I'm not easy to spill

[?], I was the dope, I'm the lean in the seal

[Kaleb:]

When it was small faces, I was keeping it 100

Spend the 10s, 20s, 50s all I keep is the 100

My money here, don't come stop it because it [?] just like money

And my kilo like my car, yeah the Porsche do 200

I'm riding for all of my niggas, no car pull

Professionals with the music, we pros with the tools

How can I lose?

I came her with nothing, go nothing to lose

We out there, [?], got quality music so how can we shnooze?

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

[Skooly:]

Same old bitches nigga... Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha... Wooo!

Same old females, same old females, same old females

Boy them same old females

Boy you know that they don't mean well

See I met her at Compound

And the next week I seen her at rehab

All these bitches know that I'm the shyt

Fuck it / Fucking can't tell me shyt

Bitch you can't tell me shyt

Nigga you can't tell me shyt

[2 Chainz:]

Came from the bottom, but I survived

And just for the pain, I take OxyContin

Gave my dawg a watch to pass the time

And she be in New York half the time

When I drop the top, you see ashes flying

Walked in Onyx, seen asses flying

She told me that her number was classified

I said bitch, you should ask for mine!

Sippin' margaritas in Miami with my mamacita

All-Star Game, she was in the bleachers

Every time I see her, I say nice to meet ya

Had it in the room girl, underneath her

[Skooly:]

Boy them same old females

Boy you know that they don't mean well

See I met her at Compound

And the next week I seen her at rehab

All these bitches know that I'm the shyt

Fuck it / Fucking can't tell me shyt

Bitch you can't tell me shyt

Nigga you can't tell me shyt

[Cap 1:]

Met her at Live on Sunday

She was in Atlanta on Monday

Club going up on a Tuesday

Told her she can get it how she want it

I ain't picky, I ain't got a type

I'm single, I ain't got a wife

But if I hit you with the slow-stroke

I bet that you gonna spend the night

I bet you find another flight because she just wanna love the life

Seen her out in Cali, man in Vegas she was at the fight

Sunday at the rehab, beat the pussy made her relapse

[Skooly:]

Boy them same old females

Boy you know that they don't mean well

See I met her at Compound

And the next week I seen her at rehab

All these bitches know that I'm the shyt

Fuck it / Fucking can't tell me shyt

Bitch you can't tell me shyt

Nigga you can't tell me shyt

Foreign lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Skooly)

[2 Chainz:]

Swipping and swapping the foreigns

Swipping and swapping the foreigns

You niggas cannot ignore it

I'm swippin' and swappin' the foreigns

Swipping and swapping the foreigns

Swipping and swapping the foreigns

Swipping and swapping the foreigns

Swipping and swapping the foreigns

I'm swipping and swapping the foreigns

Might go to church in some Jordans

I might go buy me a chopper

Then I'mma buy me a lawyer

I got a check from the barn

I got a neck full of bone

I got a neck full of Bentley

Maserati on my arm

I get that bread in the morning

Somebody pass the croissants

Somebody pass me a lighter

Somebody pass me a joint

I'm using my rap for intimidation

Using my gat for a demonstration

If my car ever got impounded

It would be locked up for illegal immigration

That's a small thing to a Godzilla

Got me more bars than a bartender

I met a car dealer, my car came with wine

And yours came with some malt liquor

Swipping and swapping the pack suit

I wish I had me some ack

The bitch that I'm with is foreign

On our first day I had took her to sex

Swipping and swapping the foreigns

Swipping and swapping the foreigns

You niggas cannot ignore it

I'm swippin' and swappin' the foreigns

Swipping and swapping the foreigns

Swipping and swapping the foreigns

Swipping and swapping the foreigns

Swipping and swapping the foreigns

[Skooly:]

Swipping and swapping the foreigns

Balenciaga performer

I think it's time for war

I might go battle in my armor

And if I kill you, it's karma

I will not tolerate shit

The youngin be thugging his own [?]

Advise you not to get hit

I do this shit for my momma

I been in this shit since pajamas

These niggas don't mean me no harm

You come any closer you're gonna need arms

I promise, because niggas ain't seeing me really

I ride the choppa to Denis

And they say the choppa be kissing

Don't play, you'll be left with the hickies

I beat up the bully

Hopped in the bed with a witch

Switch up on all of you niggas

My bitch is foreign

She always touring, she bored

Might have to switch up the foreign on bitches

Fucking with Chainz

Might gonna see me on tour-ling, nigga

He put them forgies on everythang

Even the spinner, goddamn!

[2 Chainz:]

Swipping and swapping the foreigns

Swipping and swapping the foreigns

You niggas cannot ignore it

I'm swippin' and swappin' the foreigns

Swipping and swapping the foreigns

Swipping and swapping the foreigns

Swipping and swapping the foreigns

Swipping and swapping the foreigns