Dedication lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)
You gotta known how to have fun when you gettin' these checks man
Nah, I'mma put this on your camera
You need... I'm bout to tell you right now
Tell me what I need
Tity Boi, Tity Boi
You need to tell Cris, gon' let you go
Young Mula it out, we have fun over here, we just eating
We having fun, we just doing stuff, we don't even care about
(Go get my shit)
Young Money, we care
If it wasn't for Wayne, it wouldn't be
A lot of dudes in the game, including me
We was smoking that gas in '03
Was gon' sell a few bags to Lil Fee
Couple years removed from HBs
Tatted lyrics from Jigga to Jay-Z
I went to Eastover before Katrina
Remember going to Magic riding in my Bimmer
And this was way before FEMA, and you was rappin' and singin'
And I was slanging the Ps and smoking nigga like Newport
Comin up off of Too Short, my underwear was my hoop shorts
And then I went on tour and recorded songs on your tour bus
And that was '08
That's the first time I met Drake
When I hit your cup with that drank
Had a nigga stomach like, "Wait, wait wait, wait", mm
That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
You relocated to MIA
You told me, "Shawty this where I stay"
I came down to pay a visit
You told me Zoe Pound and them was trippin'
And you, you wasn't dippin'
Had the M-16 and with the extra clip, ready to act ignorant
Ridin' off in the Phantom and Mr. G he was driving
Pumpin' that Playaz Circle, you told me that we was riding
I told you that I was rappin', told you I wasn't writing
You said Luda was foolish because he wasn't excited
That was way before Tyga, I saw Nicki with Gucci
You said, "You can make a million rappin' 'bout some pussy
I did", T, Fuke, Marley Marl, shining like Armor Oil
You can ask Mack, I was YM 'fore all of y'all
Stunna said I reminded him of Johnny
In this world you either selling or you buying
That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
You tatted your face and changed the culture
You screamed "Suu whoop" and them gangstas loved you
You bought a Bugatti so you can flex
And most of the bad bitches your ex
Ride 'til the wheels fall off and they got wobbly
"Duffle Bag" video, we shot that bitch on Godby
You was holding a sty-ry, I had more gold than a pirate
They said it ain't about stylin', what they tryna kick knowledge?
Duffle Bag Boys, yeah I can't forget Dolla
And going to get the money is some words that I follow
I swallowed my pride, smoking endo outside
Straight from ColleGrove, I'm reporting live
That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg
That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg
Smell Like Money lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)
[Lil Wayne:]
Here I go, here I go, this that C5
Bitch, I'm back, with that crack like panty lines, asinine
I get blow like dandelions, fuck more hoes than advertised
They say, "Tune, you're dead wrong," I say wrong had to die
Pussy nigga don't keep it real no more
Drug dealers changed, but the high stay the same
Prices go up, but the high stay the same
Gotta watch for undercovers like crying in the rain
Chillin' in the crib with the lock on the door
Layin' on the couch with the Glock on the floor
Within arm reach, security, alarm breach
I just cut off the lights, hope I don't shoot my hoe
I eat so much shrimp
I smoke so much hemp
The world too small, it feel like four walls
You see, I got holes punched in
My chances are cold cut thin
But I still took 'em, and nigga, we made it
T, roll that killer, weed up in the swisher
And make it as fat as a pig in a blanket
My BFF is Benjamin Franklin
They cry for help, we get 'em a hankie
Ain't nothing sweet but the shit that we drinkin'
The bitches we bangin', the cinnamon danish
The penalty's pending, shit is restraining
It is a shame, but niggas is shameless
Niggas is assholes
Or enemas, finna get anal
Injury, time out, I just blew my mind out
But still I'm maintaining
Real gangsta shit, it get dangerous
You talking money and guns, two languages
I throw niggas from off of the plane I'm in
"Oh, my God, it's rainin' men"
Said the weatherman to the anchorman
I send hella cash to the bank I'm with
What you do it for if it ain't for this?
I watch my step so much, I'm starting to feel like my ankles' wrist
Cold hearted, starting to feel like I'm in Anchorage when I think of this
And rude awakenings get taken in like fragrances
[Lil Wayne (2 Chainz):]
Bitch, I smell like money, dopeman cologne (yeah)
I say, bitch, I smell like money (money), that's that dopeman cologne (tote!)
And if he ain't getting money, don't love him, leave his broke ass alone (yeah)
I say if he ain't getting money, leave his stank ass alone
'Cause bitch, I smell like money (yeah)
I smell like money
When you this rich, they call it wealthy
Shit, they gotta call it somethin'
Yeah, Lord, I done got too rich for stuntin', damn
But not for thuggin'
That's right bitch I smell like money (money), money (money)
You smell me coming
[2 Chainz:]
Yeah, 2 Chainz, uh
Totin' double barrels in a horse and carriage
Ain't scared of nothing except God and marriage
Through the concrete grew a rose petal
If trapping was a sport, I'd have a gold medal
I steal her, like Jerome Bettis
Call me Trill Cosby, I might spike my own beverage
Parallel park in front of Neiman Marcus
He ain't never fly, nigga, like an ostrich
They say ain't nothing for free, but please free my partners
Might have a swag contest and give out free Versaces
Yeah, lobster rolls for an appetizer
Bad red bitch give me a lap-etizer
I'm in my Rolls Royce because it's black and wiser
And don't get in the way, my nig, this rapid fire
Brrr, stick 'em, I'm a victim of being a victim
Codeines, Xanax, and liquor
Prescriptions and couple pistols
Got clean Molly with the crystals
Middle finger to the judicials
Fork and a pot is my utensils
Had a threesome with two sisters
I get head and you kiss her
I don't never call and you miss her
I got every gun except a missile
I paid attention to the minister
My silhouette is sinister
Only child with trust issues
You couldn't walk a mile in my hoop shoes
Me and Tune, two loose screws
Two parts in my box cut, my pop wouldn't even pop up
Last night I prayed to God and asked for him to make a drop truck
Polo T and ice watch, moccasins without socks
And I smell like money, I can count a hundred thousand with the lights off
Woo! Yeah
[Lil Wayne (2 Chainz):]
I say, bitch, I smell like money, that's that dopeman cologne (yeah)
And if he ain't getting money, don't love him, leave his broke ass alone (yeah)
I say if he ain't getting money, leave his stank ass alone
'Cause, bitch, I smell like money
Bounce lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)
[Lil Wayne:]
3 Chainz, oww
Caught up in my bullshit, put your head on backwards
And skate off after, engage in laughter 'bout what just happened
Fingers in napkins get sent to mammies, is that too graphic?
Catch you in traffic, you sitting Daffy like stealing candy
My ceiling's absent, my wheels are massive, my friends assassins
All of us bastards, our mothers queens and our women dancers
My rivers rapid, my fins are splashin', my gills are flappin'
I bit some matches then sipped some gas and went kiss a dragon
[2 Chainz:]
I'm really rappin', no finger snappin', I'm pistol packin'
Y'all niggas slippin', my swag is drippin', so here's a napkin
What's really happnin'? Verbal attackin', I'm showing passion
Know what I mean, see I'm the king like I'm from Akron
I'm going overboard, somebody call the captain
And when it come to getting checks, I always want the fat ones
I'm so high I can sing to a chandelier
My flow a glass of Ace of Spade and yours a can of beer
[Lil Wayne:]
Too many bitches, too many blunts, too many buttons
Not enough bullets, them niggas buggin', the SWAT is comin'
AK on shoulder, no shoulder shruggin', aim at ya nugget
My weed sticky like acupuncture and magnets, honey
Knock on the side door three times and have your money
Or get to steppin' like Kappas stompin', I'll slap a junkie
I'm having lunch with Italian Sonny, don't ask the subject
Lord, why you took Rabbit from me? He say, "Don't ask me nothing"
Too many bodies, too many bangers, too many bundles
Not enough bullets, these niggas buggin', I heard they stung you
It's gon' be trouble, we come through and catch you while you cuddle
Them shotgun barrels like tunnels nigga, don't even mumble
[2 Chainz:]
I'm back to ballin', I'm in the back full of magnums only
Pull on the scene and I fuck your queen playing Pastor Troy
Our weed ready, turkey spaghetti and caster oil
That's codeine, turn your guillotine to a fashion show
In four minutes I'll turn this into forensics
In a foreign car with a foreign broad that's long winded
Paper long and you taking long, you just don't get it
Hung the phone up on Satan, told me he want a song with me
Hotter than Mississippi in summer of 1950s
In a van full of some niggas and white bitches
Get pulled over for swervin' like, "Hi, officer"
When he ask me why I was swerving, "I'm high, officer"
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
[Lil Wayne:]
Got a mansion, a condo, a cabin, I sleep in my Phantom
So high dancing with the stars to the Star Spangled Banner
I change your channel, I change your pattern, I ring your Saturn
I bang your madam, she get on top and I shake the ladder
I make her straddle then gather and calculate the data
I listen up for the snakes or the baby rattle
I play the shadows, don't play no games, I straight get at 'em
I'm on the chronic all day like it's my favorite album
[2 Chainz:]
A plate of salmon, the Cayman Islands, a stripper dancer
If I don't get the car first, I'll have a temper tantrum
I'm innovative, I demonstrated, this nickle plated
I don't care if you owe me a nick, nigga you need to pay me
I kiss ya lady, eat her pussy then kiss the baby
Get situated, get keys off table then leave her 80
I really made it, get it maid, Schwarzenegger
Won't wrestle niggas, I spatula all you action figures
[Lil Wayne:]
I'm so high the blunt feel like a dumbbell
These niggas tiny like a spider on a Spud Webb
I got some upscale cocaine on my thumbnail
I feed it to my fun girls, they say fuck yeah
[2 Chainz:]
I'm doing this shit like whatever
When I go I'mma leave for the better
I told her you dig like a shovel
I want a Ferrari in yellow
Just so I can match all my yellow bitches
I been a playa since elementary
I got more bars than a penitentiary
I got a clip that hang several inches
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
Gotta Lotta lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)
[Lil Wayne:]
Lotta dope
Gotta lotta dope
Ba-ba-da-bope
Da-ba-da-ba-deee, da-ba-da-bope
Ba-ba-da-bope
We gotta lotta dope
We gotta lotta coke
We got weed, that's a lotta smoke
Yeah, that's that loud I hope
And we gotta lotta dope
Ba-ba-da-bope
Okay, we gotta lotta dope (yeah)
Yeah, we got the hotter hoes
I said we done shot a lot of folk (bow)
We be in and out of court
And I done seen so many cowards croak
It's like, watching flowers grow
I mean please, don't you cowards know
We will leave your bloody body on your mama's porch?
Lord, born in the projects
Papa was a rolling stone, selling rock crack
Yeah, I grew up in my day
Making juugs on a phone with no contacts
I'm drinking Actavis only, no Hi-Tech
Hold on, think I'm getting too high tech
Yeah, I think she getting a contact
Now she needs some dope dick and she know who to contact
Da-ba-da-ba-deee, da-ba-da-bope
Ba-ba-da-bope
I said we gotta lotta dope
We gotta lotta coke
We got weed, that's a lotta smoke
Yeah, that's that loud I hope
I said we gotta lotta dope
Yeah, ba-ba-da-bope
[2 Chainz:]
Yo Tunes, pass the steel or bash the steel
My passion real, I'm fashion ill
The pussy niggas are Massengil, mass appeal
My past is real before I had the deal, you dig?
Pies and cakes, out of state
Lies is fake, God don't make mistakes
Got the girl pussy smelling like codeine syrup
Got the bands on me like a football field, I'm ill
I deserve a threesome for my birthday
If she pretty it's Magic City on the first date
Cup of lean and toast, yeah I'm 'posed to boast
Goodie Mo the quote, not many coming close
Trying to smoke what I never smoked before
Dream what I never dreamed before
Woke up and see my Rolls sky high, I ride by
I drive by, then hop out
[Lil Wayne:]
Da-ba-da-ba-deee, da-ba-da-bope
Yeah, ba-ba-da-bope
I said we gotta lotta dope
Yeah, we gotta lotta coke
We got weed, that's a lot of smoke
Yeah, that's that loud I hope
I said we gotta lotta dope
Yeah, ba-ba-da-bope
[Lil Wayne (2 Chainz):]
Da-ba-da-ba-deee, da-ba-da-bope
(Gotta lot, gotta lot) Ba-ba-da-bope
I said we gotta lotta dope
(Got a lot, got a lot) Yeah, she snort a lotta coke
We got weed, that's a lotta smoke
Yeah, that's that loud I hope
I said we gotta lotta dope
(Yeah) Ba-ba-da-bope
MF'N Right lyrics - 2 Chainz
Now that's crazy
Now that's hard Mike WiLL, that's hard
See I ain't see it like that, that's hard
You hard bruh
That's why, that's why we been friends for so long bruh
That's why I used to sneak you in the club bruh
Just for that reason right there bruh
Aight bruh, let me just freestyle some more, cause this shit
I'm smoking the LSD
And god dang, I got a little drink downstairs
I don't need it though, let's go
Let me just fuck with this shit [?]
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Mike told me this gon' be your favorite song
Ooh, wear that red one, that my favorite thong
Put 'em on, I said baby put 'em on
I said what you gonna do when you go home?
Kiss your man after you sucked on my woo!
She called my phone, I told her I was at the stu
Last name Chainz, first name 2
Pull up on me, shawty you know what to do
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
I bought some gold chains with my drug money
Then wore it on the stage just to stunt on 'em
That's how we do it on the south side
Might buy an AK using all 5's
Pittsburgh, Zone 6, Zone trey
Zone 1, do this shit like every day
Old Nat, Godby Road, Candler Road
24's got the Wraith pigeon toed
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Gas station, re-up on the petrol
Hit the trap and re-up on the petrol
Shit, by the time you get it it's a retro
Shit, used to have a job outside of Citgo
Shit, by the time you get it I'll be peww nigga
Yeah I been a player since the womb nigga
OG Kush is my perfume nigga
Ice on my wrist, I got my mind right
Riding down the street with the Klondikes
Two black hoes, white one in the middle
I'm getting to the S with two lines in the middle
Got a bankroll that'll make it whip
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Blue C-Note lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)
Yeah
2-17 on the track, man
[2 Chainz (Lil Wayne):]
You did it for the broads (Broads)
I did it for the paper (The paper)
Got a hundred styles (Yeah)
Got a hundred acres (Okay)
Fuck the police (Fuck 'em)
Hundred middle fingers (Fuck 'em)
And you a square nigga (Fuck 'em)
You a chess table (Fuck 'em)
You be savin' hoes (Fuck 'em)
You be rest hatin' (Fuck 'em)
Got a lot of rides (Count 'em)
Like a bus station (Pull up)
See my phone ringin' (Hello)
See my diamonds danglin' (Bling)
See the bitches blinkin' (Ooh)
Blue C-notes (Yeah)
All of 'em singing, blue C-notes (Yeah)
All of 'em Franklins, blue C-notes (Yeah)
Spend without thinkin' (Yeah)
A tool without safety (Yeah)
I have your broads taken (Yeah)
I have they heart achin' (Oh)
Push start crankin' (Rrt)
New grill, face it (get 'em)
New mil, taste it (Mmm)
Straight without a chaser (Wasted)
Drawers come from Macy's (Uh-huh)
Broads is confirmation (Yeah)
Same in different places (Yeah)
I run all the bases (Kill 'em)
You did it for the broads (Broads)
I did it for the paper (Paper)
I got a hundred styles (Yeah)
Got a hundred flavors (Okay then)
Fuck the police (Fuck 'em)
Hundred middle fingers (fuck 'em)
And you a square, nigga (Fuck 'em)
Blue C-notes (yeah)
All of 'em singin', blue C-notes (yeah)
All of 'em Franklins, blue C-notes (yeah)
Spend without thinkin' (Yeah)
Ice on both pinkies (Yeah)
Mobile phone ringin' (Yeah), Blue C-notes
[Lil Wayne:]
I did it for my dogs, I did it for the skaters
I did it for the paper, my niggas still on papers
I got a hundred tats, I got a hundred million
I keep on switchin' wifeys, you gotta Uncle Phil me
Dreadlock Rasta, hair like pasta
I don't see what's your problem, I need an eye doctor
Flying to them dollars, ducking fly swatters
Shoot 'em in the head, leave his mind boggled
Comin' down the boulevard, I'm on your avenue
A half a mil' on my grill, you niggas snaggle tooth, yeah
Told some dead presidents, "I'm finna bury you"
When it come to presidents, I like 'em black and blue, yeah
[2 Chainz (Lil Wayne):]
You did it for the broads (yeah)
I did it for the paper
I got a hundred styles (A hundred)
Got a hundred flavors (Count 'em)
Fuck the police (Fuck 'em)
Hundred middle fingers (Fuck 'em)
And you a square nigga (Fuck 'em)
Blue C-notes (yeah)
All of 'em singin', blue C-notes (Yeah)
All of 'em Franklins, blue C-notes (Yeah)
Spend without thinkin' (Yeah)
Ice on both pinkies (Yeah)
Mobile phone ringin', blue C-notes
[Lil Wayne:]
Got a hundred styles, got a hundred acres
Got a hundred tats, got a hundred skaters
Did it for the broads, I did it for the paper
I'm 'bout to buy a hog, I'm bringin' home the bacon
Not Invited lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)
Of course I'ma stunt
Of course I'ma stunt
Of course I'ma stunt
Of course I'ma stunt
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
I don't have to front
I park in the front with the trunk in the front
Make me a profit a month
Whether I get it or don't
I'ma go hard, I'ma stunt
I'm puttin' gas in the joint
I'm puttin' oil in the blunt
I do this shit for the Park
I do this shit for the Point
I do this shit for the 'Vard
I do this shit cause you boring
I am the man in this muthafucka
I got them bandz in this muthafucka
You know what I'm sayin', hand full of Xans
Nigga not playin' in this muthafucka
Put me a deuce in a Brisk tea
Couple of chains on the Crims tee
Tell me how I met a bitch one time and she talkin' 'bout she miss me
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
She fell in love with the Percocet
She like the one with a ten on it
She like the Benz with the fins on it
She like the Benz with the lens on it
She like the Benz with the rims on it
And my turbo got them twins on 'em
All of my partners got bandz on 'em
So tell me what the fuck you sayin' huh?
You exotic baby, you special
Go and send me some nude pictures
You so fine, it's a damn crime, you gon' end up on a news special
You exotic baby, I'm fuckin' with you
You exotic baby, I'm workin' with you
And I'm smokin' on exotic
Got Chanel on her body
Might meet her in the lobby, used the earth as my ashtray
"Give a fuck" is my last name, "I don't" is my first
This for my ones, like November first
Walk around with two cups, like I'm always thirsty
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic (None of your hoes. none of your hoes)
None of your hoes is invited
None of your hoes, none of your hoes
None of your hoes, none of your hoes
None of your hoes, none of your hoes
Ain't none of your hoes, none of your hoes
Ain't none of your hoes, none of your hoes
None of your hoes, none of your hoes
None of your hoes, none of your hoes
They can't get in, they can't get in
Yeah, It's a real nigga party
It's a real bitches party
See that vibe right here, you dig?
Thousand dollar shoes on your sofa
My other trap nigga watchin' Oprah
My other trap nigga watchin' Ricki Lake
I'm a trap nigga servin' shake and bake
I'm a trap nigga, serve you shake and bake
We in the back of the bando
Ammo like "Commando"
Pit bark in the front yard
Ain't no key for the top part
I'm allergic to cop cars
All these F's on my rims, fuck report cards
Reporting live straight from College Park
Bentley Truck lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)
[2 Chainz:]
All about it
All about it
I'll tell you all about it, all about it
(Metro Boomin want some more nigga)
This the shit you play when you in a Bentley truck
This the shit you play when them strippers acting up
This the shit you play when you smoke a zip and up
This the shit you play when you sippin' out a cup
This the shit you play nigga (yessir)
This the shit you play (alright)
This the shit you play when you cuttin' up that work
This the shit you play when you ridin' in a vert
This the shit you play when you in a Bentley truck
This the shit you play when them strippers acting up
This the shit you play when you smoke a zip and up
This the shit you play when you sippin' out a cup
Stunt, dab, thrab, racks
Ball hog, Neiman's, Saks
Lenox, Moda, dope, soda
Lean, soda, cream, soda
Shawty thick, small waist
Fat ass, gon' shake
Money tall, Tyra Banks
We everything y'all ain't
Couldn't believe in Santa Claus 'cause I ain't have no chimney
Soufside with a F and the F for Fendi
I'm the type of guy to buy a extra Bentley
Had two SS's like Mississippi
One phone call and I can get some pussy
One phone call, I know you niggas pussy
This the shit you play when you in the bushes
This the shit you play when you hit the boogie
This the shit you play when you in a Bentley truck
This the shit you play when them strippers acting up
This the shit you play when you smoke a zip and up
This the shit you play when you sippin' out a cup
This the shit you play when you in a Bentley truck
This the shit you play when them strippers acting up
This the shit you play when you smoke a zip and up
This the shit you play when you sippin' out a cup
[Lil Wayne:]
This that shit you play, 'bout that pistol play
Bop-bop fix your face, haha in your face
This that shit you know, bitch you know you fake
This that clique you hate, but this that here to stay
This that shit you play, this that clique you know
'Bout that trigger play, trigger finger roll
But this ain't NBA, this the CEO
And this ain't MMA, but this a TKO
Rolls Royce Wraith, I park that bitch and skate
I talk that shit, she caught that line, I call that fish filet
And all of my niggas is A1, and y'all lil niggas look like steak (well done)
And all my woes is athletic, and none of my hoes is getting pregnant
Don't dab, don't dance
Do me, own swag
Leather soft, you niggas softer
What's that smell? Rigor mortis
South Beach, socks off
Money, drugs in the sock drawer
Fuck her good, get a round of applause
This the shit I play when I go to drop a bitch off
This the shit you play when you in a Bentley truck
This the shit you play when them strippers acting up
This the shit you play when you smoke a zip and up
This the shit you play when you sippin' out a cup
This the shit you play when you in a Bentley truck
This the shit you play when them strippers acting up
This the shit you play when you smoke a zip and up
This the shit you play when you sippin' out a cup
100 Joints lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)
Yeah uum
No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day
Yeah
Hop up out that motherfucker swagging
Hop up out that motherfucker dabbing
Had an old school on some 'rellis
Used to go to school in some Bally's
Flexing Macho Man Randy Savage
Oh I'm 'bout to let these niggas have it
School of hard knocks I graduated
I got all my rims straight from Bailey's
Yeah
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say 100 joints a day
I had 'em pre rolled all yesterday
You need your passport for our second date
You know I'm fly nigga rocking reptiles
I'm whooping on this beat like a step child
Big ring and a charm to match
Ya my role model was Project Pat
Life is too short, nigga born to mac
I hop up out that coupe nigga rat, rat
Hating on the style I hope you die today
I hope they ass don't find your ass for 30 days
Mind on my money, money on the stage
Ain't judge a book by its cover turn the page
I like her on the pole that's the business nigga
As soon as she get off I'mma kick it with her
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
Don't matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day
Time to switch it up for 'em
Time to flip it up for 'em
Got a Masi on the corner
Pull it out when I want to
Pull your bitch when I want her
Marijuana in the joint
Codeine in a Styrofoam, that's getting to the point
East Point in this motherfucker
College Park in this motherfucker
West Side in this motherfucker
The best died in this motherfucker
My damn street know I'm riding through it
Four four two on the hood
Do this shit here for the hood
Why you niggas shit on the hood?
Two two three at the sunroof
Niggas spitting like one tooth
Turn around and see white smoke when I leave out the mic booth
I'm tight nigga that's known
Put gold on the white coupe
Put gold on the white tooth
Put gold on my wife too
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day
Yeah
Laying by my chopper, its laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day
Laying by my chopper, its laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day, lil' bitch
Rolls Royce Weather Everyday lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)
[2 Chainz:]
I sip drank with my dinner, smoke some gas before breakfast
Bitches know my name and I don't have to wear a necklace (2 Chainz)
Bought a Wraith for Winter and a vert for the Summer
'Member twelfth grade I sold some work to undercover
Mama only child we stayed in a one bedroom (tru)
Used to ride MARTA 'cause it had more leg room
I'm a ghetto boy, I came up on Brad Jordan
First lick I made, I bought five pairs of Jordans
Make it so bad, two pair were the same
I see the old me in new cats in the game
Drop some loose change on some clothes I can't pronounce
Gun so muhfuckin' big you gotta crouch
I like pretty girls with some business about theyself
Bring your best friend, you don't need nobody else
All about that mula, Netflix, and the Moscato
In my sex drive, I ride over potholes
I do me, I get high, I get fly, I get paid
I do me, I get high, I get fly everyday
I do me, I get high, I get fly, I get paid
I do me, I get high, I get fly everyday
[Lil Wayne:]
I just got a text message from wifey, nigga
I scroll down, the next message from Nike, nigga
I'm just doing it too big on these tiny niggas
I been lost my fuckin' mind, I never mind these niggas
Pockets deep and I'mma get in depth like like Johnny nigga
Acting like they on the edge, I'm a step behind these niggas
Outthink, outshine these niggas
Eyes chink like Chinese niggas
Fast lane, fast life, you blink you probably miss us
You thinking 'bout your missus
I'm thinking about my missions
We think you outchea snitching, that's why we 'round here whispering
I think my palms are itching, I think my bomb is ticking
I keep that Maggie on me, I think I'm Homer Simpson
Money over bitches, should be a Bible scripture
Bitches, hoes, and women, I don't know the difference
All I know is this shit, I don't owe them bitches
I do me and love it, Lord I done overdid it
[2 Chainz:]
I do me, I get high, I get fly, I get paid
I do me, I get high, I get fly everyday
I do me, I get high, I get fly, I get paid
I do me, I get high, I get fly everyday
[Lil Wayne:]
All I know is this shit, I don't owe them bitches
I do me and love it, I done overdid it
I don't owe them niggas, I don't owe them niggas
I do me and love it, I done overdid it
What Happened lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)
[Lil Wayne:]
Yeah
Ooh whoa-oh oh
Ugh
What happened? (What happened? Yeah)
What happened? (What happened? Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, damn, girl, what happened? (What happened?)
What happened? (What happened?)
I thought you weren't fucking with me no more
Damn, girl, what happened? (What happened?)
I thought you wasn't fucking with me no more
What happened? What happened?
Yeah, she say "Oh, you got that comeback"
She say my dick is a necessity (Woo)
Drop my drawers and pull out my longevity
She just hop on it, and then, she forget everything
Oh, she so open, who said sesame?
When she leave me, she come back like she ain't never leave (Never leave)
She talk bad about my new bitch 'cause we got chemistry (Oh)
She said "it ain't jealousy"—allegedly
I thought you weren't fucking with me no more
Girl, what happened?
You act like you don't miss me, oh my God, you suck at acting
I'm like, I thought weren't fucking with me no more
Girl, I'm laughing
She said, she'll get real when that vibrator out of batteries
She be talking about how she moving on with her life (Yeah)
She tired of my shit and she can do better (Yeah)
She told herself she ain't fucking with me no more (Yeah)
She'll lie to herself, she'll lie to who whatever (Oh)
Talking 'bout, she seen me with such-and-such (Oh)
I say it's nothing, it's just fuck-and-duck (Ayy)
She say, "Yeah, right, nigga, what I look like?" (Ayy)
I said "Just like my next daughter or sum'n"
So she said "Oh, you make me sick
I love you, I hate you, I'm leaving, I'm lying
'Cause none of them niggas could never be you
They can never be you, the 'o' nor the 'y'"
If she's over me, I look up to the sky (Woo)
I see her falling for me like a bomb (Boom)
She said "I know you'll miss me when I'm gone"
I just cosign; we make up for lost time
She always say, "This is the last time"
(She always say this is the last time)
She love better than she lie
(She love better than she lie)
She always say, "This is the last time"
She said that last time, wait
[Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz:]
Wait, I thought you weren't fucking with me no more
Girl, what happened? (Girl, what happened?)
Thought you weren't fucking with me no more
Girl, what happened? (Ooh)
You're lying to yourself (Stop lying, stop lying)
Oh, then you compromise with yourself, ayy
Wait, I thought you weren't fucking with me no more (Hold up, hold up)
I thought you weren't fucking with me no more
Damn girl what happened? (Hold up)
What happened? What happened?
[2 Chainz:]
First, you change your email
Then your number became private (Yeah)
Bet you think you found another nigga you can vibe with
Quit lying to yourself (Yeah), retrace all your steps
Fucking with them suckers
They gon' have you playing with yourself (Damn)
I'm a smooth operator; you don't need a vibrator
Licking everything below the navel, 'cause I'm able
Ball so muhfuckin' hard, tape my ankle
Ball so muhfuckin' hard, check my bankroll (Yeah, yeah)
First, talkin' bout, you don't fuck with a nigga
Go out of town like you done with a nigga
Really ain't much you ain't done with a nigga
Shots, straight liquor, make a nigga wanna lick it
I put the "X" in "Exceptional"
I put the "X" into "extra," ho
I put the "X" into "X and O"
I got the game, I'm professional, yeah
My dick is the antidote
She like me on top like an antelope
That time I had smoked with your best friend
I wanted to fuck y'all on the patio
You miss when I kiss on your earring
You miss when I kiss on your clit ring
Thats why I put you in this sixteen
I'll fuck you and watch on the big screen (Yeah)
[Lil Wayne:]
You always say this is ya last time
You couldn't tell that at a campfire
You always say this is ya last time
You said that last time, girl wait
I thought you wasn't fucking with me no more
Girl, what happened
I thought you wasn't fucking with me no more
Girl, what happened
You're lying to yaself (Stop lying)
You compromise with yaself
I thought you wasn't fucking with me no more
Girl, what happened
I thought you wasn't fucking with me no more
Girl, what happened
You're lying to ya self, (stop lying) you compromise with yaself
I thought you wasn't fucking with me no more
I thought you wasn't fucking with me no more
Damn girl what happened
What happened
What happened
Know what I am saying, no auto tune on this shit Collegrove
Section lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)
[2 Chainz:]
You niggas ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section
You niggas ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section
You bitches ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section
You bitches ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section
Might get some work I might come up
My favorite hustler is Stunna
My favorite rapper is me
My bank account filled with commas
You niggas ain't talking about nothing what y'all doing in my section
You bitches ain't talking about nothing what y'all doing in my section
I got them commas on commas
I'm rocking Polo pajamas
I went to jail, I might go to Hell, I used to sell drugs to my momma
I got a scale, I'm ducking from 12, eat Benihana's like McDonald's
My partner got jammed, he can't see his fam, so middle finger to your honor
Fuck is you doing in my section
Fuck my girl with no protection
Fuck the world with no protection
She fell in love with my profession
I trap and I rap on the side of course
She feeling the ride of course
I had to style the Porsche
I got the loud of course
I wore a smile to court, flexing!
Ya you know I'm flexing
Shawty said she wanted Houston's, so I flew her to Texas
And my shawty so damn fine I charge you to text her
I got a selection in my collection
So why the fuck are you in my section?
You niggas ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section
You niggas ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section
You bitches ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section
You bitches ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section
Might get some work I might come up
My favorite hustler is Stunna
My favorite rapper is me
My bank account filled with commas
You niggas ain't talking about nothing what y'all doing in my section
You bitches ain't talking about nothing what y'all doing in my section
[Lil' Wayne:]
Walk around this bitch with a mean mug
I walk around my house with a lean mug
She pull my dick out and get a bear hug
And then the bitch swallow all of these cubs
I walk up in your house with machine guns
Catch you on the couch watching re-runs
Shoot first then I ask questions later
Nigga mad when I get no response
Been had hoes since peach fuzz
Been had money since peach fuzz
Shining on these motherfucking bitch niggas
I feel like the sun on a beach bum
My slime got the cannon and he a loose cannon
And I got the cannon and I am no different
I got that money, money's not a problem
How you like my Spanish, money's no problemo
Up in my section I'm laughing with bitches
I don't get the jokes but I do get the pussy
Smoking that loud I know you want to shoosh me
Don't need security my homie a bully
Take me a shot hit the blunt throw my set up
If she ain't fucking thats ok no pressure
I gladly tell her like Stuttering Stanley pl-pl-pl-please
Bitch get the fuck out my section!
[2 Chainz:]
You niggas ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section
You niggas ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section
You bitches ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section
You bitches ain't talking about nothing what the fuck y'all doing in my section
Might get some work I might come up
My favorite hustler is Stunna
My favorite rapper is me
My bank account filled with commas
You niggas ain't talking about nothing what y'all doing in my section
You bitches ain't talking about nothing what y'all doing in my section
Watch Out lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. DJ Bigga Rankin)
Yo, okay
All my niggas with me
All my niggas with it
All my niggas ballin'
All my niggas athletic
All my niggas A1
All got street cred
All my niggas ballin'
All my niggas athletic
Pulled up in a Phantom
Pulled off with a dancer
Got a pocket full of money
Kinda hard to keep my pants up
Nigga tryna run them bands up
Fuck a bitch with my hands up
Lil Quay fuck the Xans up
Kinda hard to understand her
Duffle bags in the Escalade
Call the bitch, there a bread truck
Got the bitch going retarded
Call Uber for a spare truck
All these niggas never scared us
All these niggas never ran up
Bitch tryna put the head on me
Niggas tryna put the feds on me!
Niggas tryna take meds on me
Everything for the players only
Niggas sunny like Arizona
Gunshots just for sayin' something
Spraying shit like aerosol
You a foul and that's a fair ball
Nigga can't reach the goals
Keep shootin' them damn air balls
Watch out, lil bitch
Watch out, lil bitch
Watch out, lil bitch
Uh, watch out, lil bitch
You getting mad
I'm getting rich!
You getting mad
And I'm getting rich!
Watch out, lil bitch
Watch out, lil bitch
Watch out, lil bitch (Stiff arm)
Hey, watch out, lil bitch
You getting mad
I'm getting rich
You getting mad
Bitch, I'm getting rich
Watch out, lil ho
My partners still smoke on parole
They say that I'm crazy
I used to talk to a stove
I tell it to lock, shit, I tell it a lot
Go to the dealership, fishtail off the lot
You know I'm comin' straight out the block
You know I'm comin' straight of the top
Shawty said she want 5 million
'Cause I told her to leave and called her a thot
Shit, you can like it or not, damn
I'm comin' straight out the pot
Still got some Act' in my stock
Nigga I ain't gotta lie
Nigga I ain't gotta try
You wavin' that thing in the sky?
We wavin' that thing at your body
We wavin' that thing at your eye!
Look at the watch on my wrist
Got 'em all watchin' my wrist
Told that lil bitch I'll pass
Nigga watch the assist
I run the trap like the marathon
You niggas softer than silicone
You know what it's like when the feelin' gone
I know what it's like when the ceilin' gone
I had a sit down with Farrakhan
Turn the White House to the Terrordome
I used to serve at the Chevron
I used to serve with my necklace on, bitch!
Watch out, lil bitch
Watch out, lil bitch
Watch out, lil bitch
Uh, watch out, lil bitch
You getting mad
I'm getting rich
You getting mad
And I'm getting rich
Watch out, lil bitch
Watch out, lil bitch
Watch out, lil bitch
(Stiff arm)
Hey, watch out, lil bitch
You getting mad
I'm getting rich
You getting mad
Bitch, I'm getting rich
Felt Like Cappin lyrics - 2 Chainz
Felt like cappin'
I felt like cappin'
I felt like cappin'
I felt like cappin'
Been havin' that happy hour
Presidential Rolex, I declare
I don't care what they doing over there
Wrap my dreads in a ponytail
I thumb through the cash right in front of folks
AK on the yacht, that's my banana boat
South Florida for the winter, I got sunburn
Half you niggas was some suckers in the lunchroom
I don't care about the tats on your face
Them bitches cost 15 dollars
I don't care about the pills that you take
Them bitches cost 15 dollars
I'm a rich nigga, I take rich drugs
Smoking gas and drinking lean in the strip club
Got too many kids to play with you niggas
I'm lost for words, nothing to say to you niggas
I got a Maybach, a Chevelle, a Drophead
A Wraith, a Audi, Infinity
Got a tour bus that's long as a fucking centipede
Got a Panamera, a duely and a sling
Cappin', I'm cappin', I'm cappin', I'm cappin'
I put it in your face like a motherfucking napkin
Got me a Sprinter just to play the fucking game in
At nighttime I turn that bitch to the Days Inn
Two crosses on and they looking like "Ay man"
They looking at me like I'm paid man
It's nothing much that I can say man
'Cause my actions speak louder than my fragrance
Felt like cappin'
I felt like cappin'
I felt like cappin'
I felt like cappin'
I felt like cappin'
I felt like cappin'
I felt like cappin'
Felt like cappin'
MF'N Right lyrics - 2 Chainz
Now that's crazy
Now that's hard Mike WiLL, that's hard
See I ain't see it like that, that's hard
You hard bruh
That's why, that's why we been friends for so long bruh
That's why I used to sneak you in the club bruh
Just for that reason right there bruh
Aight bruh, let me just freestyle some more, cause this shit
I'm smoking the LSD
And god dang, I got a little drink downstairs
I don't need it though, let's go
Let me just fuck with this shit [?]
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Mike told me this gon' be your favorite song
Ooh, wear that red one, that my favorite thong
Put 'em on, I said baby put 'em on
I said what you gonna do when you go home?
Kiss your man after you sucked on my woo!
She called my phone, I told her I was at the stu
Last name Chainz, first name 2
Pull up on me, shawty you know what to do
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
I bought some gold chains with my drug money
Then wore it on the stage just to stunt on 'em
That's how we do it on the south side
Might buy an AK using all 5's
Pittsburgh, Zone 6, Zone trey
Zone 1, do this shit like every day
Old Nat, Godby Road, Candler Road
24's got the Wraith pigeon toed
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Gas station, re-up on the petrol
Hit the trap and re-up on the petrol
Shit, by the time you get it it's a retro
Shit, used to have a job outside of Citgo
Shit, by the time you get it I'll be peww nigga
Yeah I been a player since the womb nigga
OG Kush is my perfume nigga
Ice on my wrist, I got my mind right
Riding down the street with the Klondikes
Two black hoes, white one in the middle
I'm getting to the S with two lines in the middle
Got a bankroll that'll make it whip
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Told a bitch you motherfucking right
Back On The Bullshyt lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)
[2 Chainz:]
Cardo got wings
Yung Exclusive
Umm
They say we smoke, we gon' smoke
You say we gon' drink ,we gon' drink
You say you want drugs, we want drugs
We don't give a fuck what you think
Big dually parked in my driveway
Hanging out that motherfucker sideways
Residue in my fingernail, make every day like Friday
This how we do it on the southside
Bumpin' Trapaveli on the car ride
Bad booty shots got you lopsided
I buy a new car if my car die
Solid gold Jesus, two of 'em
Backseat I'ma call it futon
Ride around in motherfucker uwop
Like who-a-who-a-who-a-who-a
Bought a bad bitch, I got a crew of 'em
It's four fur coats, I got a zoo of 'em
It's thug life, niggas I don't fool with 'em
I don't care if I went to school with 'em
Come out that thing like yeet
Everybody with me, nigga D
Everybody with me, nigga D
Everybody with me nigga eat
Black ink all on my body
I pray a body don't get on my shotty
I pray nobody don't get in my way nigga
A to the motherfucking K nigga
Start spittin' lyrical bullets
Don't be surprised if I pull it
Don't be surprised if I shoot it
We the type to pick on a bully
We the type to ride in foreigns
We the type to ride on Forgis
Pinky ring look like a smoothie
Flame goin' up on a Tuesday
You on that bullshit ain't you?
You on that bullshit ain't you?
You on that bullshit ain't you?
Now, you on that bullshit ain't you?
You on that bullshit ain't you?
You on that bullshit ain't you?
You on that bullshit ain't you?
Now, you on that bullshit ain't you?
[Lil Wayne:]
Big thing parked in the driveway
Squad hotter than Zimbabwe
IPhone got a nigga irate
Ringing all day, all day, like Kanye
Got AK bullets with your name on 'em
Powder on my hands, King James on 'em
I walk around this bitch with my chest out
Yeah nigga bout to go Ving Rhames on 'em
Man look at who I done became on 'em
Niggas look who and I went switch lanes on 'em
All my niggas brainless, need brain donors
We movin' birds, gettin' birds, shit stains on 'em
Man fuck these niggas, I don't know these niggas
From Jumpstreet it's been M-O-B nigga
It's M-O-B since my D-O-B nigga
And since my D-O-B I've been on my J-O-B nigga
I shoot a nigga ass like Ginobili nigga
I kick a nigga ass like Shinobi nigga
I give your bitch dick like Moby nigga
She know the words to my songs, karaoke winner
Smokey Robinson couldn't out smoke me nigga
I'm on her cheese like anchovies nigga
I get a kilo and keep it lowkey nigga
'Cause you on that bullshit and you nosy nigga
You on that bullshit ain't ya?
I'm back on my bullshit, gangster
I'm back up to full strength, gangster
Pat-pat at the pulpit, gangster, amen
And I still root for the underdog
And you the pile of shit under the underdog
These niggas ain't eatin' like a Ramadan
I shoot the driver in the head, make 'em honk the horn
I got the 100's big faces like a mongoloid (God forgive me)
I got the 100's big faces like a mongoloid (God forgive me)
Got big booty bitches in their under-alls
And they pussy gettin' wetter than a thunderstorm
And I swear when I'm in them panty hose
I'm like a kid in the candy store
But I got this bright red bandana though
Flingin' it like I'm a matador
[2 Chainz & Lil Wayne:]
You on that bullshit ain't you?
You on that bullshit ain't you?
You on that bullshit ain't you?
Now, you on that bullshit ain't you?
You on that bullshit ain't you?
You on that bullshit ain't you?
You on that bullshit ain't you?
Now, you on that bullshit ain't you?
[2 Chainz (Lil Wayne):]
Yeah (yeah), yup (yup)
Yeah (yeah), yup (yup)
Yeah
[Lil Wayne (2 Chainz):]
It's Tunechi and 2 Chainz and we on that bullshit
It's 2 Chainz and Tunechi and we back on our bullshit
(Yeah, yup)
You on that bullshit
You come on with that bullshit
We gon' handle that bullshit
We gon' deal with that bullshit
So come on with that bullshit
'Cause we back, we back on our bullshit
You on that bullshit ain't you?
You on that bullshit ain't you?
I'm back on my bullshit
I'm back on my bullshit
I'm back up to full strength
Pat-pat-pat, amen
Yes Lord, we back on that bullshit
ColleGrove
Not Invited lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)
Of course I'ma stunt
Of course I'ma stunt
Of course I'ma stunt
Of course I'ma stunt
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
I don't have to front
I park in the front with the trunk in the front
Make me a profit a month
Whether I get it or don't
I'ma go hard, I'ma stunt
I'm puttin' gas in the joint
I'm puttin' oil in the blunt
I do this shit for the Park
I do this shit for the Point
I do this shit for the 'Vard
I do this shit cause you boring
I am the man in this muthafucka
I got them bandz in this muthafucka
You know what I'm sayin', hand full of Xans
Nigga not playin' in this muthafucka
Put me a deuce in a Brisk tea
Couple of chains on the Crims tee
Tell me how I met a bitch one time and she talkin' 'bout she miss me
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
She fell in love with the Percocet
She like the one with a ten on it
She like the Benz with the fins on it
She like the Benz with the lens on it
She like the Benz with the rims on it
And my turbo got them twins on 'em
All of my partners got bandz on 'em
So tell me what the fuck you sayin' huh?
You exotic baby, you special
Go and send me some nude pictures
You so fine, it's a damn crime, you gon' end up on a news special
You exotic baby, I'm fuckin' with you
You exotic baby, I'm workin' with you
And I'm smokin' on exotic
Got Chanel on her body
Might meet her in the lobby, used the earth as my ashtray
"Give a fuck" is my last name, "I don't" is my first
This for my ones, like November first
Walk around with two cups, like I'm always thirsty
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic (None of your hoes. none of your hoes)
None of your hoes is invited
None of your hoes, none of your hoes
None of your hoes, none of your hoes
None of your hoes, none of your hoes
Ain't none of your hoes, none of your hoes
Ain't none of your hoes, none of your hoes
None of your hoes, none of your hoes
None of your hoes, none of your hoes
They can't get in, they can't get in
Yeah, It's a real nigga party
It's a real bitches party
See that vibe right here, you dig?
Thousand dollar shoes on your sofa
My other trap nigga watchin' Oprah
My other trap nigga watchin' Ricki Lake
I'm a trap nigga servin' shake and bake
I'm a trap nigga, serve you shake and bake
We in the back of the bando
Ammo like "Commando"
Pit bark in the front yard
Ain't no key for the top part
I'm allergic to cop cars
All these F's on my rims, fuck report cards
Reporting live straight from College Park
Mindin' My Business lyrics - 2 Chainz
Uh
Resident Evil around these parts
Peanut got killed in his front yard
They say "catch up", but I'm a star
F & N, for body guards
My whole squad vs. your whole squad
357, I play the odds
College park, I got the ink
Kill't the game, I wore like a mink
I said "fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes"
Fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes
I said "I fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes"
I mind my business, I get that dough
I said "I fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes"
Fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes
I said "I fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes"
I mind my business, and get this dough
Woke up this mornin', I look like this
Yellow pinky ring, it look like piss
I smell like gas, with a hint of Bond
Don Perignon and Saint Laurent
Ferragamo frames, I kick my dab
Might sell a bag, cause I miss my dad
RIP to a real OG
Only thing I smoke is real OG
Only thing I trust in the world is bank
Jus' went to jail with my partner, now we drug related
Walk in the buildin', get a hunnid stares
My 'partment buildin, had a hunnid stairs
Puerto Rican Johnny had a hunnid squares
Hair Weave Killa, I am out on bail
Bought a pair of Jordan's just to trap in, nigga
Bought a pair of Yeezy's just to rap in, nigga
Bought me a mansion, I deserve that shit
Bought a Maybach, cause Jay Z did
Bought me a Sprinter, cause I seen TI's
Bought me a Coogi cause I seen BI's
Triple zero bags, from the store up the street
Use the same scale, for the coke and the weed
South Florida home, coconuts in the trees
Before all the Gucci, I was rockin' with G's
It ain't a drive by, if you walkin' away
So much money, you could walk in my safe
I can't see me no'l, like Florida State
By the time you get that, I'll be on the way
I said "fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes"
Fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes
I said "I fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes"
I mind my business, I get that dough
I said "I fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes"
Fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes
I said "I fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes"
I mind my business, and get this dough
This Me, Fuck It lyrics - Timbaland (feat. 2 Chainz)
[Intro]
[Timbaland:]
DJ Timi Timb, on the 1's and 2's 'bout to give it to ya
[2 Chainz:]
I try, survive
K9's outside
What's life, I strive
I do it, you lie
[Chorus - 2 Chainz:]
This me, fuck it
This me, fuck it
Like this, fuck it
Right here, fuck it
[Verse 1 - 2 Chainz:]
Get mine, take yours
Go far, go hard
Go home, big mansion, front look like a backyard
This me, fuck it
Touch me, bussin
My weed, musty
Treat the Porsche like a
Listen ladies, if ya nigga lame, then I don't wanna fuck ya
Listen ladies, if you ain't wanna waste things, then I don't wanna hug ya
Big money, soldiers
Slept on me, Folgers
My girl, gorgeous
Both pockets, bulges
This me, that's right
Pulled up, stop light
Got out, aight, aight, aight
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - 2 Chainz:]
Timbo, great
Make beats like steak
Chef in tha booth
Make niggas a plate
Make niggas relate
Might dive in a lake
VA, banana clips, Planet of The Apes
Ain't no debate
Ride like freeway
Ride like DJ's
If money talks I'm on three way
Live life, get paid
Been high since 10th grade
Fuck with me get ya rent paid
Cutting up like a switchblade
[Chorus]
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
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