Welcome 2 Collegrove (2023) - 2 Chainz (with Lil Wayne)

• Scene 1: Welcome 2 Collegrove
• G6
• Big Diamonds
• Presha
• Long Story Short
• Scene 2: Duffle Bag Boys
• Millions From Now
• Crazy Thick
• Transparency
• Significant Other
• Scene 3: Ladies Man
• P.P.A.
• Oprah & Gayle
• Shame
• Bars
• Scene 4: No Fent
• Godzilla
• Crown Snatcher
• Can't Believe You
• Scene 5: Never Was Lost
• Moonlight 

Scene 1: Welcome 2 Collegrove lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

[50 Cent:]

Let me tell you a story about these two guys

That eventually became brothers

You got this kid named Tune

Tunechi, some shit like that

Straight out of 17th of New Orleans

Been rich since he was like thirteen, fourteen years old

He came with his own style

They tried to steal his shit

He ended up puttin' the whole game on his back

Had clientele for years and always had good product

And then you got Slim from the Southside of Atlanta

Loved playin' basketball, he a real Mama's boy

And that's how he got the name Tity Boi

Slicker than a spill of oil

Soon as he got his hands on his first pack

He flipped that, he never looked back

And when they met up and devised a plan

On how to take over the land

It kind of went like this

Welcome 2 Collegrove

G6 lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

[Part I]

Collegrove

Yup

Lit, bitch, I'm the shit

I'm a real walkin' lick, spent a brick on my fit

I show up in this bitch, sick as throw up in this bitch

Lookin' like I wore a fuckin' jewelry store up in this bitch

Wait, Sqad Up, that's my fuckin' skate team, nigga (The gang)

You don't want that real smoke, you vaping, nigga (No way)

To be safe, none of my guns on safety, nigga

Who the fuck I look like? Ed Reed, nigga?

Coupe on ultraviolet (Yeah)

Tunechi on narcotics, so my pupils always hidin'

All those Bugle Boys you wearin', all you stupid need designer

Sippin' soup up out the styro', drippin' too hard for Poseidon

And my semi-automatic, and my drip on autopilot

And my jewelry on sarcastic, my money on plastic

When it comes to dead presidents, I'm a bastard

And all my bitches passive, and all my hoes erotic

And my dick on automatic, and my drip on autopilot (Yeah)

Drippin' so hard, might go on a water diet (Diet)

Diamonds on her tongue 'cause she geekin' off the molly (Molly)

Don't bring me no ones, I blow funds on her body (Body)

Blow funds on her body, bitch, my drip on autopilot

[Part II]

So you know, another guest just walked into Nicki Minaj TV

And I just asked him what, what that fragrance that he had on

And he had to get real cocky and pop his collar

So let, let him do it on, on TV (Toni!)

You probably seen me with a double-cup glued to my hand

Baby, ask your friend what she gon' do for this band

I'm the realest one in here, I'ma tell you in advance

Take this G6, you might wake up in Japan, yeah

Probably seen me with a double-cup in my hand

Baby, ask your friend what she gon' do for this band

I'm the realest one in here, I'ma tell you in advance

Take this G6, you might wake up in Japan (Toni!)

Got the city on my back, I might need shoulder pads (Ayy, ayy)

Tried to DM me, now seeing my shoes in photographs

Difference 'tween my watch and yours is the chronograph

Quarter-half, whole thangs, I put diamonds on toe rings

Say she love my protein

Money pull my pants down, I'ma need a drawstring

Ask me, did I have anything to eat? I told her, "Cocaine"

Big flames out the muzzle

Customers was often puzzled at the fact that I was humble

They say, "Life a bitch," I'ma smut her, need a couple rubbers

Had a girl named Nina, all we used to do was smoke and cuddle

You already know, I need a couple million on the double

Anybody seen my ceiling? (Where?)

My nigga got locked up and started sellin' dope in prison

Yeah (Fuck you talkin' 'bout?)

Yeah, the truth my religion (Southside, uh)

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom (Tru)

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

Yeah, the truth my religion, turn up!

You probably seen me with a double-cup glued to my hand (Yeah)

Baby, ask your friend what she gon' do for this band (Fuck that shit)

I'm the realest one in here, I'ma tell you in advance (Realest one)

Take this G6, you might wake up in Japan, yeah (Woo)

Big Diamonds lyrics - 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & 21 Savage

Big diamonds, big dog, big shinin'

Hit him all in the stomach, fucked up his linin'

Could've caught him at that Wendy's, it was bad timin' (21)

Do a nigga mob style, hit him while he dinin'

Uh, told your fuckin' ass I'll be back

Now them niggas goin' crazy tryna sign me back

Like some play, say Young Money nigga for sure

Camped out in front your house, we just lit up some smores

Now these niggas want bars, Butterfingers, Snickers, and Mars

Seven days a week, bet a nigga armed

Yeah, Fresh, we done done it, did it without stuntin'

Countin' money, need a calculator

The crib got a elevator, you not a skater

We got you on the floor, paint your ass red

Turn this bitch into an art show

Now on the left side, we got the brand-new Benz

And on the inside, got brand-new MAC-10s

And in the middle of the night, niggas'll find you

Me and 2 Chainz, bitch, we the new Big Tymers

Manny Frres on the beat, he a true Big Tymer

Foreign cars (Cars)

Foreign broads (Broads)

Hoes with no bras (Yeah)

Neighborhood like big drawers

I'm a G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T)

What you know? (Know)

What's the score?

You hurtin', I front you ten kilos

I like women (Women)

That like women (Women)

That like grinnin' (Grinnin')

That like swimmin' (Swimmin')

That's lightskinnin' (Skinnin')

Or darkskinnin' (Skinnin')

They skinny-dippin' (Dippin')

You penny pitchin' (Pictin')

You pussy pimpin' (Pimpin')

Or pussy poppin' (Poppin')

I'm want it, nigga (Ayy)

I'm on a mission (Ayy)

I gotta get it (Get it)

'Cause me and Tune (Yeah)

Like fuckin' siblings (Ooh)

You fuckin' gimmick (Yeah)

You fuckin' with us (Yeah)

You get whacked (Whacked)

Your wig cracked (Crack)

A big sacks (Yeah)

I shot ball (Ayy)

I pitch crack (Ayy)

I dig that (Ayy)

I'm raw, nigga (Yeah)

No zig-zag (Yeah)

My bitch bad (Bad)

Her bitch bad (Bad)

You funny, nigga (Funny)

A Sinbad (Yeah)

I sit back (Yeah)

I get bags (Bags)

I baow-baow, I click-clack

Big diamonds, big dog, big shinin'

Hit him all in the stomach, fucked up his linin'

Could've caught him at that Wendy's, it was bad timin' (21)

Do a nigga mob style, hit him while he dinin' (21)

Marble floors, I got bulletproof doors (21)

Rappin' off the head like I'm Wayne, like I'm Hov (Facts)

Grew up 'round them cutthroats, I be on my toes

Old killer from my hood, stopped that clean 'cause he throwed (21)

She wanna fuck a young gangsta, I know, facts

Real deal player, I ain't never kissin' toes (21)

You know I'm in a rush, baby, come up out that robe

I pull up, she wet already, she been playin' with her robe (Goddamn, oh shit)

Damn, she done squirted on my clothes (21)

If we in the party, then we came for the hoes (21)

Open the dispensary, I got free smoke (21)

Fuck a top spot, nigga, I came for the GOAT (Pussy)

I'm a dog, German Shepard, Great Dane (Yeah)

He got money, but his ass still a lame (Yeah)

On the pole, shake that ass, do your thing

She from the Southside, down the street from Flocka Flame (On God)

Stick left him So So Def, but I don't know Jermaine (21)

How your watch a million dollars and it look plain? (21)

I'm worth eight figures, so I really can't complain (On God)

I tried to play your album, every song sound the same

Big diamonds, big dog, big shinin'

Hit him all in the stomach, fucked up his linin'

Could've caught him at that Wendy's, it was bad timin' (21)

Do a nigga mob style, hit him while he dinin' (21)

Presha lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

Yo, this shit is unbelievable

Bangladesh

Pressure

Pressure

Pressure, pressure

Need some pressure

Need some pressure

This shit pressure

This shit pressure (Pressure)

Two BBL, you know she extra (Know she extra)

Got that stank walk, but clean as a whistle (Whistle)

In the kitchen, scale, fork, and a pistol (And a pistol)

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah, we cookin' now (Cookin' now)

You know this shit pressure, 'cause they lookin' now (They lookin' now)

Say look out for me, but they wasn't lookin' out (Lookin' out)

Got your shit together suki, suki now (Suki, suki now)

More refills on me, you know we lit, lit (Lit, lit)

They gon' run this back just like a pick six (Pick six)

I done fell in love with a thick bitch (Thick bitch)

I done fell in love with a rich bitch (Go 2)

Shawty know she pressure, talkin' high blood (High blood)

Put two girls together like a hybrid (Like a hybrid)

You know I been trappin' since the dial-up (Dial-up)

If they gon' hate, then let 'em hate, the money pile up (Woo)

When your friend call, say, "Hello, pressure speakin'" (Pressure speakin')

Towel under door, but the pressure reakin' (Yeah)

I done took a shroom with the 42 (Shit)

I done start whistlin' like 42 (Shit)

Pressure

Pressure

Pressure, pressure

Need some pressure

Need some pressure

This shit pressure

Uh, pressure busts pipes, the weapons talk nice

I only bust twice, 'cause I'm so precise

The foreign run nice, I'm whorin' all night

I don't handcuff her, and I read her her rights

I'm on that pressure, she on that bass

I'm on that treble, I'm on her level

She say her brother, he got them birds

We ruffle his feathers

Watch what you tell us, pressure cooker

Extra hard got my section full of

Smokin' dope, you can smell the boogers

Break your nose like Devin Booker

And all my hoes some second lookers

And I got bros with extra blickers

And I got Nina and I got Maggie

And they both got extra sisters

I be puttin' pressure on the plug

I get treated special by the plug

The feds puttin' pressure on me

But I don't even sweat in hot tubs

I be puttin' pressure on my lungs

I'ma fill the whole blunt with pressure

Like a stack of a hundred ones

You still will fold under pressure, lil' bitch

Pressure (Yeah)

Pressure (Yeah)

Pressure, pressure (Yeah, yeah)

Need some pressure (Yeah, yeah)

Need some pressure, pressure (Yeah)

This shit pressure (Lil' bitch)

This shit pressure (Pressure)

Two BBL, you know she extra (Extra)

Got that stank walk, but clean as a whistle (Whistle)

In the kitchen, scale, fork, and a pistol (Pistol)

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah, we cookin' now (We cookin' now)

You know this shit pressure, 'cause they lookin' now (They lookin' now)

Say look out for me, but they wasn't lookin' out (Wasn't lookin' out)

Got your shit together suki, suki now (Suki, suki now)

Pressure, pressure (Suki, suki now)

Pressure, pressure (Suki, suki now)

Pressure, pressure

Pressure, pressure (Suki, suki now)

Long Story Short lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

This life gon' be the death of me

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (Blunt)

Blunt to my lips, gun on my (Blunt, blunt)

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Wake up, light the blunt I put out 'fore I fell asleep

My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys

My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee

You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me

And she don't care where I skeet, hit that ho from hair to feet

She walk out here, she wearin' me, I talk my shit, she smellin' me

And all I hear is jealousy, I call them niggas jelly beans

Love my trigger finger so much, I bought it a wedding ring, yeah

Yeah, let's get married

Cut off his head and the rest get buried

Cross on my head like a Presbyterian

Tell him he dead and upset his parents

Tears get shed only if you carin'

Right on his head, see the red beam blarin'

Two twelve gauges like twenty four karats, hol' up

Ain't that a bitch? I might bang at your bitch

If I go at her neck, I might hang that lil' bitch

Scope on the TEC and it came with that shit

I could hit you up from any range with that bitch

Got papers on Draco, a case in Laredo

You fuck with me wrong, I'ma bake your potato

I twist his head up just like a tornado

Pull out the toast, I'm like, "Leggo my Eggo"

I buss down a Quaalude, fuck on a gay ho

Can't find a straight a ho, but I ain't complainin'

That's how my day go, I said, "Okay, ho"

I been on my Jay, ho, I'm Ben and she J.Lo

She been to Barbados, I take her to Caicos

All of this bread and she can't get a bagel

All of that said, I can't really stay though

I hop in the Lamb' and crank it like Fabo, I'm gone

Wake up, light the blunt I put out 'fore I fell asleep

My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys

My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee

You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me

I make you cum, you cannot leave, I drown my heart in kerosene

A+ off in parenting, get my kids damn near everything

'Fore you get a wedding ring, better get her ass a belly ring

Soon as I start trappin', man, my phone, it wouldn't even barely ring

I don't compete, but you can't compete

Plain Jane, Patek Phillippe

I'm with my lady, we came to eat

My stomach, you'd think that it changed the beat

We on a date, make it rain some ones

They want no change, but the change gon' come

Soon as I say it, it's said and done

And my screensaver my favorite gun

I'm rockin', I'm swervin'

I'm poppin', detergent

Get money, it's urgent

God bless her surgeon

I rub my hands, Birdman

Double cup, lean head

I done been the weed man

It's a blessin' you ain't dead

I keep it rollin' like paraplegic

I'm better, believe it, you better believe it

Ho bitin' on me like every mosquito

I'm wearin' shades, think I'm starin' at people

I did the math and ain't no way we equal

This Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel, mm, mm

This Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel

Wake up, light the blunt I put out 'fore I fell asleep

My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys

My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee

You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me

Blunt

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Blunt to my lips, gun on my (Blunt, blunt)

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (Blunt, blunt)

This life gon' be the death of me

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (Blunt)

Blunt to my lips, gun on my (Blunt, blunt)

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (Blunt)

This life gon' be the death of me

Scene 2: Duffle Bag Boys lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

[50 Cent:]

Woo, I told you, these niggas is crazy

Dope selling, shootouts in broad day

This kid Tune lost his fuckin' mind

Tattooed his forehead to his toes, man

Streets sayin' he walkin' around with a stick in his duffle bag

Ayy, and Slim, or Toni as the streets call him

Ridin' around with a duffle bag full of work

Now go and get your money, little duffle bag boy

Millions From Now lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayn

Yeah (How to make it here, 101)

Southside (Make sure everybody first hearin' it)

Uhh, attention, Toni

A million dollars from now, I won't remember you

A million dollars from now, I won't remember your ass (Remember your ass)

A million dollars from now, I won't remember you (I won't remember you)

A million dollars from now, I won't remember your ass

Soon as I land, they come with a bag

Tell her, I just got it, it don't have a tag

I fuck with the strippers, they helpin' my brand

On Lanvins, the shoes laces look like a crayon

Told 'em, "No biggie, I'm makin' them bands"

Flight that go overseas, I take a Xan'

I get a deal and then I get some equity

When I get money then I'll buy some land

Yeah, I got G.O.A.T. with me, know what I'm sayin'?

She got some good throat, you know what I'm sayin'?

Been in the kitchen, you know I ain't payin'

You can ask chef, let me know how I pan out

Garage full of food, and I'm gon' pull the Lamb' out

Mm, yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?

The handshake I gave you was my last handout

Mm, yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?

A million dollars from now, I won't remember you (I won't remember you)

A million dollars from now, I won't remember your ass (Yeah)

A million dollars from now, I won't remember you (I won't remember you)

A million dollars from now, I won't remember your ass

A million dollars from now

I won't remember you, I done forgot

I won't forget how I got what I got

Cry me a river 'cause I'm on a yacht

Stack night after night, after commas it's dots

Remind me, forgot that it's slime over thots

Don't make me pop, cast a nine on the opps

It's Tunechi and Titty Boi, minus the bra

Wait, a million dollars from now

I'ma feel like I'm a million dollars away

I done put all this ice on me, this Jesus Christ

It look like it cost a million dollars to pay

Lookin' like I make a million dollars a day

Fly as fuck, that's a flight with no delay

Wait, a million dollars from now

Got nine hundred nine-nine million dollars to make, shit

A million dollars from now, I won't remember you (I won't remember you)

A million dollars from now, I won't remember your ass (Yeah)

A million dollars from now, I won't remember you (I won't remember you)

A million dollars from now, I won't remember your ass

Crazy Thick lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

[Lil Wayne:]

Hell no

Hell no, I didn't perform at this bad ass bitch birthday party recently

She was crazy stupid thick

(Thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick)

(Thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick)

I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W

Still don't cum in you, still beat W, N-E-W, R-A-W, still don't come

I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W

Still don't cum in you, stick my thumb and I still go dumb in a bad ass bitch

I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W

Still don't cum in you, still go dumb in you, stick my thumb in you

Both legs up, I'm finna go fuckin' you

Fuck from the back, that's pillow to smother you

Shut the fuck up, I don't hear no mumblin'

Eat the bitch up then spit my gum in it (Bad ass bitch)

Ooh, she thick thick (Ooh)

I hit her ass with that heavy dick (Ooh)

She wear them pants, they fit fit (Ooh)

Pussy so fat got an imprint (Ooh)

Pussy so fat got an imprint (Ooh)

She got that ass with that lift lift (Ooh)

She throw it back like a quick pitch (Ooh)

I hit that shit like I'm Ken Griffey, alright

Ooh, she super bad, alright

She got a stupid ass, alright

I know what to do with that, alright

Skeet in her booty crack, alright

Ooh, she thick thick (Uh)

I don't give a fuck 'bout no big tits (Uh)

I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch

I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch, I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch

I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch, I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch

I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch (Uh)

[Lil Wayne (2 Chainz):]

I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W

Still don't cum in you, still beat W, N-E-W, R-A-W, still don't come

I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W

Still don't cum in you, stick my thumb and I still go dumb in a bad ass bitch

I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W

Still don't cum in you, still go dumb in you, stick my thumb in you

Both legs up, I'm finna go fuckin' you

Fuck from the back, that's pillow to smother you

Shut the fuck up, I don't hear no mumblin'

Eat the bitch up then spit my gum in it (Yeah, Toni)

[2 Chainz:]

Know a bad ass bitch, you can't have that bitch

Put a rubber at the head of the magic stick

How mad she look, I'm like, yeah, she thick

Head wig killer, her head is slick

Whole party straight, her wig get laid

Fuckin' on her in a tennis chain

Pussy so good, made me make my plan

Lickin' on me even killed my rain

She want some bands, alright, alright

Rover sedan, alright, alright

You know I ain't playin', alright, alright

I got a plan, alright, alright

I'm Peachtree hustlin', Southside customer, I got a strain to light

I went to paradise with a pair of dice, with a pair of dykes, hmm

With a pair of dykes, did you hear that?

[Lil Wayne:]

I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W

Still don't cum in you, still beat W, N-E-W, R-A-W, still don't come

I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W

Still don't cum in you, stick my thumb and I still go dumb in a bad ass bitch

I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W

Still don't cum in you, still go dumb in you, stick my thumb in you

Both legs up, I'm finna go fuckin' you

Fuck from the back, that's pillow to smother you

Shut the fuck up, I don't hear no mumblin'

Eat the bitch up then spit my gum in it (Bad ass bitch)

[Lil Wayne (2 Chainz):]

I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch, I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch

I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch

Mula Baby

(Tru)

Transparency lyrics - 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Usher

Life, life

Need you in my life

Need you in my life

(Hitmaka)

She said (2 Chainz), "It's so hard to reach"

Don't know what you're really lookin' for

Tell me if you need to

Tell me I'm the one you're lookin' for

Don't wanna be a secret

Transparency, when you look at me

You know I can teach you (Ooh, yeah)

"Teach you everything, show you everything" (2 Chainz)

I can't even lie, sometimes I ain't shit (Nah)

But I'd die for you, and that's some real shit (For real)

I finally got one that make me say, "This my shit"

She so thick, it's kinda hard to say skinny dip (Ooh)

Joint ventures, put the cribs in rotation (Yeah)

Yeah, I'm cuffin', put the pussy on probation (I did)

She need suntan lotion for this vacation

You might get a postcard from this __cpLocation

She said, "It's so hard to reach" (Yeah)

Don't know what you're really lookin' for (Alright)

Tell me if you need to (To)

Tell me I'm the one you're lookin' for

Don't wanna be a secret

Transparency, when you look at me

You know I can teach you (Ooh)

Teach you everything, show you everything"

Transparency

What you see is what you get, that's clarity

See my heart through my eyes, that's magically

I see your soul through your clothes, that's anatomy

She see through me like binoculars, she got Cyclops in her

I see me in her esophagus like I got on oculars

I know you see us, no disguisin' us, no camouflagin' us

That love is obvious and transparent if you watchin' us

She said, "It's so hard to reach" (Yeah, oh)

Don't know what you're really lookin' for

Now tell me if you need to

Tell me I'm the one you're lookin' for

Don't wanna be a secret (No)

Transparency, when you look at me

You know I can teach you (Ooh)

Teach you everything, show you everything

My truth, 911, baby, it ain't got no roof (Alright)

Yeah, put you on the moon

Take you places like Tulum, then Cancún (Alright)

Oh, you don't need to be scared to touch your body

Your glue drippin' all on my body, huh

I ain't in a hurry, girl, you got me stuck

I can't get enough (Yeah)

It's so hard to reach (Oh)

Don't know what you're really lookin' for

Now tell me if you need to (Talk to me, talk to me, yeah)

Tell me I'm the one you're lookin' for

Don't wanna be a secret

Transparency, we don't let 'em see

You know I can teach you (Ooh)

Teach you everything, show you everything

It's okay, it's alright (Oh)

They gon' see you in your best tonight

It's alright, we gon' step out (Ooh)

They gon' see, with your hair down (Oh-oh)

Transparency (Oh) transparency

Thank you, we love you, peace

Significant Other lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

[Part I]

Vicious lifestyle, gotta get my point across

Scary ass trap house, looks just like a haunted house

(Boo-boo, boo-boo, boo-boo, boo-boo, mm, brr)

Shoot that bitch and have 'em runnin' out

I got a plug, we ain't runnin' out

Runnin' O's, checkin' they bank account

Pretty bitch with the designer cloth

She boostin' shit and make it somersault

Look what I pulled up out the cookie jar

And got some game from Maurice and Bookie Ball

Real Atlanta legend, you got me fucked up

I'm a real dope boy, you got me fucked up

Now they lookin' at me like, "I think I'm stuck up"

And where was you when a nigga had me stuck up? (Where was you?)

Now I got my middle finger up, stuck up

I'm like a star in the sky, nigga, stuck up

You runnin' off of fumes, but I think I'm charged up

They seen me pull up, niggas know I'm bar'd up (Bar'd up)

An angel investor for a start up

I'm what you get when you drop coke in the water (Yeah)

They gon' try take me across the border, I'm so dope

Ask me did I wanna sell my soul, I said, "Nope" (No)

I ain't even sold the Porsche I had eleven years ago (I ain't sold)

I been hoardin' foreign rims, women, chains and clothes (Yeah)

When I leave the day party, yeah, I'm changin' clothes (Change)

Ain't got no time to chase you, I'm just chasin' O's

I'm tryna buy a better spot, I bought a case to go

I told her, "I'm nothin' like you thought, that was a case ago"

Or matter of fact, it was the case before

A trap nigga turned pop, I crossed over and left they ankles sore

I pop my shit, I pop an Addy, I been poppin', bro

Been popular, pushin' product at the Stop N Go

A real legend in the streets, you got me fucked up

I'm a real dope boy, you got me fucked up

I can't let you play me off the streets

I'ma go home with my girl tonight, wake up, say a prayer and eat

[Part II]

I want someone who's there for me

Without a guarantee

How can I be there for me? Hmm

(When I need company)

Consistency (Mula)

Is all I ever needed with you

And you put me through it

30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga (I need somebody)

I need somebody not just anybody, that special somebody

I don't be stressin' 'bout her, showin' less of her body

Long as they know that's for somebody, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

No questions, no questions, her body, she don't be finessin' her body

She got that FR, FR, yeah, tell me about it

No, matter fact text me about it

One hundred emoji, I need you to keep it a hundred emoji

Need to know nobody comin' behind me

But when we fuck, I need you cumin' before me

I need you to love me like I should love me

Sing "How To Love", show me how to love me

And I mean that from the bottom of me

From the top floor to the lobby, lovely

I need love but I'm tired of searchin'

Clean tub, dirty shower curtains

No cap like bottle service

Need a road map to the hottest person

I'ma toe tap on the hottest surface

And this hard D probably got her thirsty

In the pussy, I don't show a lot of mercy

I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, "Lord, have mercy"

No controversy, just contraceptives

Contraband for the conscious effort

Prayer for strangers doin' stranger things

And baby, I cannot change a spotless leopard

Full time love, part time love, one time love, hard time love

In time love, love is on time love, long time love, all time love, all my love

I want someone (Yeah) who's there for me (Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, I need somebody, I need somebody, girl)

Without a guarantee (Ooh, I need somebody, girl, ooh)

How can I be there for me? Hmm (Yeah, ooh, yeah)

Consistency

Is all I ever needed with you (Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh)

And you put me through it (For a part time love, yeah, yeah, I need somebody)

Scene 3: Ladies Man lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

[50 Cent:]

Now I already told you how the block be

Shit go crazy

This can go left real fast

But you already know, everybody need somebody

Tune a real ladies man, he gon' play the guitar for the bitches

Now Toni a ladies man too

But that Kesha, now Kesha

She'll bust his motherfuckin' head wide open

She from Decatur

Thomasville to be exact, she don't play that shit

P.P.A. lyrics - 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Fabolous

[2 Chainz:]

Let go, it's over

Chances ran out along the line

Let go forever

The love that we shared had faded in time

Let's pipe it up, let's go, yeah

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Let's go

Let go

True

Pretty pussy havin' ass, ha

Haha, Toni

I'm like "Who you gettin' mad at?" Gon' and send the address

You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award

I'm cold like the climate, once I get behind it

You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (Uh)

I like it when it's waxed now, Toni with the facts now (Facts)

Late night, waffle house, we got matchin' hash browns

You got that stage presence, you say you schoolin' these hoes

Gon' and teach a lesson (Teach 'em)

My plane land at six, you got the landin' strip (Strip)

You like to take a bubble bath with the candle lit (Lit)

You can tell I'm the man by the manuscript (Yeah)

You know I play with the clit like a instrument (Let go)

I like that splash sound (Splash)

That squeaky shit, you can hear it in the background

Sound like I'm stirrin' mac and cheese in your lap now (Lap)

I hit it missionary, then I turn it back 'round (Facts now)

I'm like "Who you gettin' mad at?" Gon' and send the address

You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (Yeah)

I'm cold like the climate, once I get behind it

You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (Uh)

[Lil Wayne:]

Who you gettin' mad at? We ain't finna have that

Your pretty pussy perfect, pristine, pure, pecan ass

Diggin' and I'm searchin' like fiends lookin' in trash bags

Pump it 'til I squirt gasoline all on her gas mask

You deserve some hand claps, see through dress, saran wrap

No pantyhose, my hair wet, camel toe, giraffe neck

Play that ho like Grand Theft, it's not a game, she popped my chain

I popped a painkiller, she pop that pussy until papa came

Pretty Pussy Award, juicy, gushy couture

Booty softer than Velor, I fuck her until she snore

Aw-sooki, lookin' into her eyes

As they sparkle, I arrive

Treat her crib just like the red carpet

[2 Chainz (Fabolous):]

I'm like "Who you gettin' mad at?" Gon' and send the address

You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (Yeah, you got it)

I'm cold like the climate (Yeah), once I get behind it (Hey)

You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award

[Fabolous:]

Look, only thing better than pussy is new pussy

And the only thing beat new pussy is two pussies

Heard that thing squirtin' and shit, Fruit Gushers

And I had to make sure it went down, two flushes

Yeah, that ass look soft as a couch, two cushions

And that mouth like a Slurpee machine, blue slushie

Red slushie, that brain have 'em payin' tuition

Every nigga want some of that P that you pushin' (Let go)

I don't wanna give you, I just wanna award you

I don't wanna buy you, I just wanna reward you

So you can let them hoes know who the winner is

I said, let them hoes know who the winner is

[2 Chainz:]

I'm like "Who you gettin' mad at?" Gon' and send the address

You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (Yeah, yeah)

I'm cold like the climate (Yeah), once I get behind it (Yeah)

You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (Yeah)

Let go

Oprah & Gayle lyrics - 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Benny the Butcher

[2 Chainz:]

Collegrove

Checkerboard luggage, Ramen in the cupboard

I left Art Basel with a sculpture

You listening to the lyrical nunchuck chuckle at dumbfucks

Vocals warmed up, beyond Ford tough

I kept my lawn cut, mispell and conduct

I got my arm out the window of an armed truck

It's Teamster Union when you hear the trucks roll up

On Cleveland Avenue, made plays at the Kroger

Came up on cold cuts, heart got a hole in it, bank got a roll in it

The Cessna Citation came with a pole in it

The Cullinan so big, it need a stove in it

Now that's deep, I just dove in it

The closet came with garage doors

The Goyard is on all fours, I do this shit for encores

I did this shit in Tom Ford, they said I'm wrong for it

I'm so fly, I looked at her and said, "Get on board"

It's the man, it's the myth, in the midst of the mix

With the M's on my mind, in Maui taking pics

Motivated by more, that mean I want more of this

I want more jewelry, more cars, I want more cribs

What you expect from a kid

That grew up with his stomach touching his rib?

Echos coming from out the fridge

My papa was a rolling stone, I thought you knew that

Don't smoke no cig but I'll shoot that, true facts

[Lil Wayne:]

Nah'mean?

My lighter St. Laurent

Yeah, that St. Laurent fire

You gotta hold your hand midair when you do a verse like this

Yeah

Uh, hoppin' out or slide out, runnin' through a walkthrough

Coupe on big wheels like a pony wearin' horse shoes

Tall money, short fuse, long money, long ooh

Champagne Papi part two, she my corkscrew

Tattoos over war wounds, wrist look like it's on Zoom

Neck look like anime or cartoons, art to 'em

I got the spikes on the Gucci, look like Bart to 'em

Gimmie the Nikes, lemme add some Comme Des Garcons to 'em

Stunt man, verses in my lunch bag, rappers on my launch pad

Chopper make 'em do the Kris Kross or make 'em jump dance

Lump somes, hump bands

What's a young man without a check? Just a Jumpman

Fuck that, Jordan meme

I'ma sip some lean, get a ting and go quarantine

I'ma get some bling let it bling like some Oil Sheen

I'ma put some fuckin' princess cuts on a queen

And I keep all of the chin check stubs I redeem

This our team, my regimen, I'm a higher being

Purple smoke, fire green, sweet 'n' sour cream

Peakin' higher now we towering, peak position

Give my people power, now we power fiends, it's addiction

Feelin' like a boxer steppin' out the ring, you swing, you missin'

Critically thinkin' 'bout the critics up in critical condition

I'm in pitiful condition, scratch that but who was itchin'?

Teamsters, the Union did it

Tune and Tity, Young Money, T.R.U. Religion

It's some Teamsters shit

This a Saint Laurent lighter, woo!

I got "stoner-virus," baby

Ho right there, she got "Patron-a-virus," hmm-mm

And ho over there, she wouldn't let me fuck

So now she got "loney-virus", alright

Ayy, stop leasin' niggas

We gotta get that "homeowner-virus" like me

[Benny The Butcher:]

Yo, they was laughin', but we was smart drug trafficking

We was sharks (Uh-huh)

I had to chase the paper down 'til we trapped the money in vaults

Kinda crazy, my last bid was the shortest and she ain't wait for me

Spent half my twenties in prison and aged gracefully

For paper, you know we grind, place a wager

And you'll be fine (Uh-huh)

I put my fork down now every major want me to sign

Left the hood for Hollywood

It wasn't worth being famous (It wasn't worth it)

Where every chick got a Beamer and a personal trainer (Ha-ha)

I'm into business moves, she into Paris fashion (Uh-huh)

It cost me at least twenty grand a year on her hair and lashes

Love I done inherited, music was both of my parents' passion

My name come up when you talkin' dope and comparing classics (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Stare at me good, 'cause this how pressure look

They want my spot but tryna skip every step I took

I wish 'em the best of luck

I asked a question, and he gave me an answer

That still left a nigga confused like Brady in Tampa

Back home, I'm one of the Narcos, semi autos

Dodge fans like New York City potholes

Yeah, the OGs think that it's funny, money made me more hungry

'Cause majority wait til they chubby and then get comfy, nah

Get that first case then you learn to appreciate

All the risks you gotta take to turn a Ford to a Wraith (Uh-huh)

I'm checkin' in on my hood, like I hope all is well

I'm still close to my scale, we like Oprah and Gayle

[Outro:]

You get a Rollie, you get a Rollie

You get a Rollie! You get a Rollie!

Everybody gets a Rollie!

You get a Rollie, you get a Rollie

You get a Rollie too!

Everybody gets a Rollie!

Shame lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

Yeah (Nah), dig (Ha)

(Nah, nah, real flame)

What, what, what, wala

Ha-ha-ha (Flame him over, right, good God)

Haha

Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga

Trip, uh, stain a nigga (Blaow)

Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga

Trip, stain a nigga (Blaow)

I got thirty a clip, one in the throat (Throat)

Rhyme flow thirty below, I'm thirty and O, uh (Woo)

Pink pussy, take it to go, hell of a show (Hell)

Rings, chains, elegant, though, better than most

You know I gotta stand on that shit, stay on my post (Uh)

2 Chainz and Wayne like Rae and Ghost (Ghost)

I wish you all luck, now let's make a toast (Cheers)

Got my girl in the buckets, speed up your pulse (Nyoom)

She a cutie pie, I ate all the crust (All the crust)

And I move the weight, I got all results (All results)

Long ass joint, look like a MARTA bus (MARTA)

I asked the fans who loved me, they like, "All of us" (Yeah)

Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga

Trip, uh, stain a nigga (Blaow)

Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga

Trip, stain a nigga (Blaow)

Collegrove 2, shame on you

I will leave your homie brains on you, then aim for you

Wayne and 2 Chainz goin' Wu-Tang on you

All we need is a track, and we run a train on you, choo

Snap, crackle, pop, don't worry, it's lobster tail

The bezel on the watch cost more than the watch itself

I don't do tick-tock like a Rollie, but watch yourself

You just like a pimple 'til I make you pop yourself

Five star, bitch, I got bars like a phone that just got charged

So like Bruce Willis, I die hard

My God, you catch feelings, that's my fault

Feelings hurt, I put them on I-R

Drop off in R times R, not four

But I'm sure, that the shit I wore was Tom Ford

Keep a shotgun on me like I love the great outdoors

Pockets fat as fuck, look like they need to get out more, bars

Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga (Shame)

Trip, uh, stain a nigga (Blaow)

Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga (Yeah, yeah)

Trip, stain a nigga (Blaow)

Collegrove 2, shame on you

Shame on you

Collegrove 2, shame on you

I will leave your homie brains on you, then aim for you, baow

Collegrove

Chainz and Wayne, nigga, we like Chef and Ghost

It's true and mula, trula, baby

Sicker than Wu now, baby

Bars lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

Yeah

Yeah, gotta be comin' hard on them Havoc beats, you feel me?

My basic outlook, the out crook the man on the side

'Fore we hit the driveway, got my hand on her thighs

Touchin' the sky, I could skateboard in the cloud

Put 'em on some much loud that they won't make sound

This that body walk nonchalant, don't make sense

Like a nigga with dreads tryna own his own barber shop

Heart not hard to stop, take a new whip then karate chop

Turn the fuckin' top to a halter top

Concrete jungle, I'll fuck Jane though

Industry, a bunch of niggas swing on the same rope

Sit in the same room, fuck on the same ho

We on different planes if we is in the same boat

Captivate 'em and creative

Potato head, turn 'em into mashed potatoes

My town is greater, downtown Decatur

Went to Pin Ups to pound, pound a waitress

Niggas might as well smoke a pound of hatred

Take a shot of jealousy and use a clown to chase it

Heard some niggas try to say that my style is basic

Told 'em sit back with they style adjacent

Ran up in they crib like my stylist Jason

Mask on, black card, minds is racist

Met a girl named Victory, I can taste it

I got a bigger crib 'cause I replaced it

Uh, got a disease called bars

Bars, yeah

Got a disease called bars

Bars

I, I give it to ya

I, I give it to ya

I give it to ya

I, I give it to ya

Uh, bastard flow, I had to though, I'm natural and practical

Infatuated with the dope, fanatical, banana clip, you're apple though

I got more tools than Apple Store

You're screwed up and now them goons is at your door with ransom notes

And we gon' need some answers though, answer more

Your modern family can suddenly become a canceled show, that's standard though

I have your cousin be the one to cut your throat, my standards low

I'm from New Orleans, you either be man or hoe and now they know

You mash and go and cash it slow, whatever go and that you know

Got more techs than Apple Store, I have more sex than Scorpios

And I don't text or call them hoes, restaurant 'em all them hoes

I slept with foreign hoes that only heard Tha Carter IV

It's all for sure, it's all a hoax, Rebeccas to Rosarios

I'm sorry for the hoes that get portrayed as sorry hoes

I'm sorry, hoes, but that's just how the story goes

Who are these hoes? Who bought these hoes?

I thought these hoes was for us all, my dawg proposed, Lord

His cards exposed, his heart explode, his broads opposed, Lord

His market's closed, he parched, he's cold, she sparked the stove, Lord

She washed the clothes, she fold the clothes, she on her toes, Lord

He lost control, forgot the bitch was on the pole, Lord!

And oh, Lord, I bought some bitches from the road home

Told her, "Watch over them bitches like a fuckin' drone"

And hold on, I'm so gone, I'm in my more zone

Cough syrup 'til my cold gone, Tunechi, bitch

Uh, got a disease called bars

Bars, yeah

Got a disease called bars

Bars

I, I give it to ya

I, I give it to ya

I give it to ya

I, I give it to ya

I give it to ya, I give it to ya

I give it to ya, I give it to ya

I give it to ya, I give it to ya

I give it to ya, I give it to ya (I give it to ya)

I give it to ya, I give it to ya

I give it to ya, I give it to ya

I give it to ya, I give it to ya

I give it to ya

Scene 4: No Fent lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

Okay, yo, yo, yo

Hold up, hold on, ayy, what's up, bro?

I just got some intel

Aight, bro, talk to me

This is some kids tryin' to take over the block sellin' this bullshit Fentanyl that gon' fuck around and kill off the clientele

Fiine, look [?]

We sellin' that straight drop, you understand that?

That clean, you know what I mean?

[?] shit

These motherfuckers come around here fuckin' up the vibes

And when the bodies come, bodies come, police come

It's gon' fuck up everything, we gon' fuck around and have to go to war

Godzilla lyrics - 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Vory

[Part I]

Sometimes I feel like Scarface in Miami

Gettin' head behind the curtains, five percent tinted

It's not pretty, ooh, it's not pretty (Ooh, yeah)

It's not pretty, let the window down so they can see who's in it (Ayy)

They know I'm a big dog, where I'm from, I'm a big dog

They call me I'm a big dog, where I'm from, I'm a big dog

They know I'm a big dog, where I'm from, I'm a big dog

Intercept that package when it touch down and get big dogged

Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah

Richer than my opps, make all them niggas call me, nah, nah

Richer than my opps, make all them niggas call me big bro

'Cause they know how the game goes

They know when it pours it rains, at least it still rains though

They know when it pours it rains, they know that it rains though

They don't want 'em pissed off, take the red up out the rainbow

And turn to Rambo

They know I'm a big dog, where I'm from, I'm a big dog, ooh, yeah

[Part II]

Okay

Hundreds on the coaster, got my shoes all on the sofa (Sofa)

I used to be broke and thangs, chain like Sammy Sosa (Sosa)

Money counter loader, I told shorty to come over (Over)

I been takin' shrooms, I'm the opposite of sober (Sober)

Military minded, I got it from my pops (Pops)

Son of a gun, got a fetish for them Glocks (Glocks)

Fuck that conversation, I want mine off the top (Top)

I'm my motivation, I walk it like I talk (Talk)

I'm a big P rocker, Balenciaga jugga (Jugga)

She know that she love me, call me "baby" like a toddler (Toddler)

When I'm on stage, that shit feel like home (Yeah)

When I'm in her mouth, that shit feel a lukewarm (Okay)

Two-tone Patek, whole wrist two-toned

Catch up to this Maybach, pass the Grey Poupon

I got blinds in my whip like a condo nigga (Condo)

Heat on me in the mornin' like Alonzo, nigga

Toni

What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah)

What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah)

What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah)

What's a gorilla? Ain't none-illa

Above the rim, Lambo chop with the rim, yeah

Trappin' out the gym, rose gold Patek with the gems, yeah

Big drip, big drip, I'm the shit

Let a big booty bitch have a feel on this dick

Let a juicy mouth bitch come and spit on this dick

Then she suck everythng and she spit on this dick, yeah

Big seal, I ain't sippin' that shit, let that shit seal

Then I'm crackin' that shit like a pencil

Leanin' back when I'm tryna sit still

Percocets, I'm a fan, baby, make the sports car dance, baby

I drop a few grands, baby

Now go and grab mama's grand baby, God damn, baby

What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah, what's a gorilla to Godzilla?)

What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

What's a gorilla? Ain't none-illa (What's a gorilla? Ain't non-illa)

Hollygrove and Colle' Park

He had lines wrote, he dinosaurs

Got a hundred thou' on the ironin' board

Make her count out loud when she count it for us

Long days and bad days

Have calm days and rampage

From the wrong way to, yeah, that way

To the cover page from the last page, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

I'm in first place in this drag race

Ain't no first aid for the last place (Ayy, ayy)

And my birth place is a bad place (Ayy), but I save face (Ayy, ayy)

Eyes quick to put my hands straight (Ayy, ayy)

No astronauts in my head space

Kill a gorilla, that's a dead ape, hurr

Crown Snatcher lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

[Intro:]

Murda on the beat so it's not nice

[Lil Wayne:]

I'm a crown snatcher, I'm a crown snatcher

I'm a crown snatcher, I'm a crown snatcher

Send blood hounds at you, send my rounds at you

Spit some rounds at you, you round catcher

Bitch, I'm an eye catcher, I got that wow factor

Got her seeing stars, she thought she had died and gone to NASA

I'm 'bout to buy me a dancer, she got that body enhancement

She got that face stretching and now lil mami elastic

I'm a soul taker, fuck the law makers

'Cause I'm a case catcher, my lawyer get paid extra

Yeah, I'm a ho snatcher, but if that ho ratchet

I'ma Joe Jackson, I'm just old-fashioned

Need a gold statue, front of my big gold mansion

I got some good brown skin, I look like gold satin

Rose gold Patek, call it Rosemary

Different color diamonds lookin' like a bowl of salad

A bowl of salad with more than twenty-four karats

White styrofoam cup glowin' like a gold chalice

I was in Hollygrove growin' up by Rose Tavern

I'll take a nigga queen, let my hoes have her

'Cause I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah), I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah)

I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah), I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah)

Send blood hounds at you, send my rounds at you

Spit some rounds at you, you a round catcher, bitch

I'm a eye catcher (Ooh), I got that wow factor

Got her seeing stars, she thought she done died and gone to NASA

'Bout to buy me a dancer, she got that body enhancement

She got that face stretching and now lil mami elastic

[2 Chainz:]

Toni! Money, money, money, no shit

Necklace on my wrist, this sound like Carter VI

Most these rappers get a sex change when they get too rich

Seem like soon they get some mils, they turn into a bitch (Alright)

It's like the bathroom out of order, we ain't takin' your shit

All I gotta say is "2 Chainz" and it's a radio hit

She got a small waist, thick, pretty face and shit

Goyard sittin' next to me like we in a relationship

Young Mula, been poppin' since your first computer (Yeah)

You bought that chain? You need to go somewhere and beat up your jeweler (Beat his ass)

To feed my family, I had to use two packs of noodles (True)

I'll snatch the crown off your medulla

[Lil Wayne:]

'Cause I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah), I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah)

I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah), I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah)

Send blood hounds at you, send my rounds at you

Spit some rounds at you, you a round catcher, bitch

I'm an eye catcher (Ooh), I got that wow factor

Got her seeing stars, she thought she done died and gone to NASA

'Bout to buy me a dancer, she got that body enhancement

She got that face stretching and now lil mami elastic

Can't Believe You lyrics - 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Rick Ross

I can't believe you, mane

For real

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Yeah)

(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Not gettin' pussy 'til you got money ass niggas)

(You know I can't) I can't believe you

I can't, I can't believe you

(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (You know I can't, you know I can't)

Uh, rivalry appear, cauliflower his ear

Multi-task, count cash, drive dodgin' a deal

The Moncler is clear, you can see the bodyguard

My circumference surrounded in fog, yellow wrist corn on the cob

I know you was a façade, I know you want me starve

I know you want me to bleed, I see the feign in your heart

Don't know the pain in my heart, just see the paint on my cars

Know I'm the same as a king, know I'm the same as a God

Don't have to say anything, they can still tell us apart

Know I'm not leavin' my wife if they try to tear us apart

Know I'm not leavin' this life is they try to make us abort

Kept callin' 12 on us, know that that make us annoyed

Went to the mountain top with a shield, cross and a sword

Keep eatin' rappers, so they say I'm a cannibal

Can't blame me, I'ma hold 'em accountable

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Yeah)

(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Not gettin' pussy 'til you got money ass niggas, haha)

(You know I can't) I can't believe you

I can't, I can't believe you

(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (You know I can't, you know I can't)

Maybach Music

Convictions will turn your common sense to commissary

Convinced that your co-defendants keep it honorary

Catchin' the bus is where you had those conversations

Let's patch our money up and drop a compilation (Huh)

Road to riches, niggas out here rentin' Rolls

Lackin' mackin' got these here niggas rentin' hoes

Hustle backwards, movin' mom into a rented home

You got some money, homie, but you did it wrong

You think of bitches as opportunities money make

I look at blessings as lessons, and pray for one a day

Can't believe all these niggas be sweet as funnel cake

I'm from the era of dope boys versus Ronald Reagan (M-M-M)

Eyes wide, on your back, breathin' on the pavement

Shots fired half a block, played for the Lakers

Started as the shorties in the class misbehavin' (Uh)

Another nigga dead just because he made it (Maybach Music)

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Yeah)

(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Not gettin' pussy 'til you got money ass niggas, haha)

(You know I can't) I can't believe you

I can't, I can't believe you

(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Collegrove, you know I can't, you know I can't, I can't believe you)

Un-fuckin'-believable, I don't fuckin' believe in you

I'll get you shot up in front of a cathedral, and in front of the media

That's from me to you

Heard the feds been meetin' you, a whole lot of shit that you've been agreein' to

Who you speakin' to? You foreign to me, nigga, that's the European you

You should hate bein' you, one of these choppa bullets'll make three of you

Pull up in the vehicle, pow, pull off laughin' lookin' in the rear view

Ain't no tellin' what we'll do when it's them or me, him or me, or me or you

Watch how the semi do, it'll turn the grizzly into Winnie Pooh

Believe that, no Corona, I'ma pull up in a fuckin' ski mask

Niggas rattin' on us and I'm too grown to be a Chuck E. Cheese fan

He mad, smokin' the strong, the blunt is longer than me hand

OG strains, stay in my zone but sometimes known to freelance

Pecan skin tone, but redbone when she mad

And she can, watch the throne or kiss my royalty ass

I can't believe you, quarterback to wide receiver

Can't trust you far as I can throw you, far as I can see you

Un-fuckin'-believable, they don't want the presence

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Yeah)

(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Not gettin' pussy 'til you got money ass niggas, haha)

(You know I can't) I can't believe you

I can't, I can't believe you

(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you

No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (I can't belive you, you know I can't, you know I can't, I can't believe you)

I can't, I won't, I don't, I ain't gon' believe you

I can't, I can't

I just can't believe you

I can't believe you

Scene 5: Never Was Lost lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne

Yeah, I tried to tell you things could get real nasty

Turns out them boys had to take back somethin' that was never lost

[?], you hear me?

Collegrove

Moonlight lyrics - 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Marsha Ambrosius

Incoming

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Why don't we just run away? (Run)

Run away (Run)

To the moonlight (Light)

Be who we are

We can run away (Run)

Run away (Run)

But to be soon, I (I)

Want to be so high

High, high, high

To the moonlight

But to be soon, I (Yeah, Toni)

Want to be so high (Uh)

Broken English, on Rome, teach you, corrected

Had to eat with her, had to 'fore I heard of Doctor Sebi

Mama got a new boyfriend, I know it won't affect me

'Cause I been the man of this house, this nigga gon' respect me, uh

When I sold dope, it held depression (Yeah)

When I fuck her 'fore, it held depression

I was broke during my adolescence (Damn)

Need money counters for my blessings (Blessings)

The essence of fluorescent light, I rock, you feel protection

I keep her legs separate like aromas on my dresser (Dresser)

I fell in love and put her in the ring like a wrestler, yes, sir

Before I heard of Tesla, I was the plug

I used to hate when nobody showed me love, come on

Why don't we just run away? (Run)

Run away (Run)

To the moonlight (Yeah)

Be who we are

We can run away (Run)

Run away (Run away)

But to be soon, I (I)

Want to be so high

High, high, high

To the moonlight (Yeah)

But to be soon, I (Uh)

Want to be so high

Uh, young Tune in the booth like a cocoon

Shinin' like the moonlight, full clip for a full moon

Hotter than the sunlight, summer time, 12PM, noon

Tyson in the gun fight, Floyd Mayweather in June

All year round, homie, I hunt with my mouth foamin'

On the prowl, roamin', fuckin' the world without moanin'

On the hot corner like Josh Norman since Pop Warner

Moonlights, the cop lights, the spotlights, they spot on us

Amen, they better throw some prayers up, hope they land

I'll give 'em three to they hat before I give 'em a chance

Satan, sippin' lean like moonshine out they can

And they ran to the moonlight and ran into the Moon Man, bitch

Why don't we just run away? (Run)

Run away (Run)

To the moonlight (Light)

Be who we are (Big)

We can run away (Run)

Run away (Run)

But to be soon, I (I)

Want to be so high

High, high, high

To the moonlight

But to be soon, I

Want to be so high

High, high, high

To the moonlight

But to be soon, I

Want to be so high

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Woah-oh

Dope Don't Sell Itself (2022)

• Bet It Back
• Pop Music
• Kingpen Ghostwriter
• Outstanding
• Neighbors Know My Name
• Million Dollars Worth Of Game
• Free B.G.
• 10 Bracelets
• Lost Kings
• Caymans
• Vlad TV
• If You Want Me To 

Bet It Back lyrics - 2 Chainz

(Tony)

My favorite plastic bag got some drugs in it (Drugs in it)

And, yeah, I got a heart but ain't no love in it (Love in it)

When you leave me, I leave your knees ashy (Knees ashy)

If you broke down, I would speed past you (Vroom)

Off the rap game, I bought three mansions (Three mansions)

You niggas ain't agin' well you like Steve Francis (Okay)

Like a janitor, I got keys dancin' (Okay)

Last plaque I got, I had free lanced it (Alright)

The way that you holdin' me, still get high and play Jodeci

Last condo it was 1.3, still get geeked off the potency

Pyrex be where the oven be (Yeah)

Birthday party in the middle of the street (Street)

Come 'round here, it was snowin' every week (Uh)

I listened to his shit, it was very, very weak

A nigga like me make a million in a week (Week)

Talk on the track that's a million just to speak (Speak)

A nigga gon' ball like Pro Day (Pro Day)

I hang with my bitch on bro day (Bro day)

I'm off in the mouth like Colgate

This is a bar, take it so far you can't locate

And if you keep her a week and you fuck for a couple of days, for that pussy, then prorate

Yeah, whole neck Pellegrino (Grino)

Kill my style like Vino (Vino)

Yeah, got a palm full of C-notes (C-notes)

I have never been a zero (Never)

I worked hard to get where I'm at, look at where I'm at

That's a bet, if I lose the bet, I'ma bet it back

I got one million dollars for every tat on your face (Uh)

They like, "Ain't that buddy who used to serve from back in the day?"

I had twenty-six pounds in the back of the Wraith

Just made a jug for the twelve and got a 4-10 play

Do anything I put my mind to (Mind to)

Had to put a scope on it just to find you (Find you)

Ever kept it real with somebody and they looked in your eyes and they still tried to lie to you?

I wish Nobu had a drive thru (Drive thru)

Last outfit went viral (Uh)

Shorty spin your block like a vinyl (Vinyl)

Shout out my cause, he a Piru (Tell 'em)

Shawty got a buzz off mascoto

Pussy so good hit the lotto (Lotto)

She gave me big head like a rhino (Big head)

MVP of the finals (Yeah)

I work to hard to get where I'm at, look at where I stayed

Gun shots almost everyday, neck on chardonnay

Yeah, whole neck Pellegrino (Uh)

Kill my style like Vino

Yeah, got a palm full of C-notes (Uh)

I have never been a zero (Never)

I worked hard to get where I'm at, look at where I'm at

That's a bet, if I lose the bet, I'ma bet it back

My favorite plastic bag got some drugs in it

(Drugs in it, drugs in it)

And, yeah, I got a heart but ain't no love in it

(Love in it, ain't no love it)

Pop Music lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Moneybagg Yo & BeatKing)

Excuse me, Sonny, do you know where I can find some booty?

Why your face so ugly?

[BeatKing:]

Hol' up, bitch, hey

Bad as hell and she thick

Pop that pussy like a clip

She in school, but she strip

Use two hands when she eat the dick

I'm tryna hit a whole clique

Head down, ass up

When she pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it

If you a bad bitch, pop that pussy on yo' partner

[2 Chainz:]

Pop it, pop that shit

Make that nigga buy you somethin', then say you bought that shit

Say you stand up on the button when I found the plug

Not all that pokin' out, everybody want a hug

She told her friend, "Friend, recall me where I pop my shit"

Friend said, "Okay, friend, make that money, bitch"

Lashes, nose and wig done, all of that ain't been some

Diamond watch, diamond choker, diamond buy her eardrums

[BeatKing:]

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it

If you a bad bitch, pop that pussy on yo' partner

[Moneybagg Yo:]

Drop it for me than pop it on me

I'm big bad Mr. Money, want profit only

Say she just like dance, but as she twerkin', she a stripper lowkey

I can barely walk my knees, we could get some head for more lead

Won't go lie where I hustle in, but get naked in her close friends

See her backside from the front and caught some ego, pussy ocean

Gimme sloppy toppy, you might get a watch from wifey

Put you in a Benz or somethin', take you out in the jalopy

[BeatKing:]

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it

If you a bad bitch, pop that pussy on yo' partner

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it

If you a bad bitch, pop that pussy on yo' partner

Kingpen Ghostwriter lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Baby)

This shit hard buddah

I'm finna put that motherfucking heroin flow on this motherfucker though

Toni

Money comin', comin' in a hurry niggas on the run eatin' like nori

Sound like a kingpin but writing for me got my first plug out in California

Yeah yeah, pesos stack, yeah yeah, Dior hat, yeah yeah

Opp got whacked, yeah yeah, ain't had nothing to do with that, yeah

My fleet orange and black, yeah, I'm concrete on tap, yeah

Water on the neck, ain't tap, yeah

I go around with my strap, yeah

VVS's, she got her bust down, she bust it down like she naked

In the trap, it hot, told her, "Come and dance"

Didn't have no AC on, all we had was OnlyFans

Pinky ring, summer limousine, uh huh

Got the Maybach truck

Bought the Maybach car a partner

Ya ain't seen what I done seen, these gleezys cost at least a G

Gangsta music like Eazy-E

When it come to trappin', I'm 23

Moon walkin' like "Billie Jean"

My pistol boss, my kitchen clean

Everything got cut throat like a razor blade and amphetamine

Money comin', comin' in a hurry niggas on the run eatin' like nori

Sound like a kingpin but writing for me got my first plug out in California

Yeah yeah, pesos stack, yeah yeah, Dior hat, yeah yeah

Opp got whacked, yeah yeah, ain't had nothing to do with that, yeah

Gucci shorts and Gucci socks are showin'

I hit Derrick for a box of ones

Hit Allure, let the thots have fun

He acting like me, that is not my son

He might be the two but he is not the one

This shit that I do, it is not for fun

Everybody gon' go, you is not the car

Rockin' ice like I'm tryna get a knot on my arm

We got sticks in this bitch, we don't got no alarm

When the heat didn't work, we used the stove to get warm

My lil nigga down bad, he supposed to be home

Fuck around for too long, I'm supposed to be gone

Let them folks do you wrong, you supposed to be strong

If I had to, I still could go and post in my zone

I got some houses to trap out, I got a ho house to stay at

Too hard, you know how I play it

I don't gotta tell 'em, they know what I'm sayin'

5 mill in blue, let them know I ain't playin'

Back in the 'Bach gettin' head while I lay there

You wanna fuck with a nigga, just say that

McLaren fast, it belong on the race track

None of that bullshit, you know I ain't play that

I had to clean up, who come through and spray that?

Money comin', comin' in a hurry niggas on the run eatin' like nori

Sound like a kingpin but writing for me got my first plug out in California

Yeah yeah, pesos stack, yeah yeah, Dior hat, yeah yeah

Opp got whacked, yeah yeah, ain't had nothing to do with that

Outstanding lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Roddy Ricch)

[2 Chainz:]

30 dirty burners

30 dirty burners

Switched it up the hard and got 30, 40 pointers

House was on the corner, ya'll was in the street

In the field nigga I need cleats

[Roddy Ricch:]

30 bitches in the living room dancing

We be parking lot pimpin at the mansion

I done got it out the mud like the sandman

She said she love my lifestyle its outstanding

Gotta go get me a rari, mhmm

"You hire a bitch to perform in?" Mhmm

I had to go trap in the morning, mhmm

"Seen that man I'm tourin?" mhm

[2 Chainz:]

That face so good from the back ima take it out and bite that booty

Shawty got a watch ring and a chain yea she piped up too

I caught her throwin 1s in the strip club payin taxes

First rapper do a Versace deal, chain reaction, mhmm

Soulja boy ain't do that, mhmm

30 bitches on Percocets and a good pack, mhmm

She got good head and bad intentions

Italian drip on me like salad dressing

My ring big like

Its going down like aspen

[Roddy Ricch:]

30 bitches in the living room dancing

We be parking lot pimpin at the mansion

I done got it out the mud like the sandman

She said she love my lifestyle its outstanding

Gotta go get me a rari, mhmm

"You hire a bitch to perform in Mhmm

I had to go trap in the morning, mhmm

"Seen that man I'm tourin" mhm

[2 Chainz:]

I'm a step all night and rap

Got a xaney just to get back

Flight attendant look like a snack she keep asking me if I want snacks

It's a long way from the trap, mhmm

You don't see that

Caterax, mhmm got my seat back

I might fly over your crib and take a shit, uh oh

Switch the vehicle, put her out and make her go pick the door,

Hit the door

Pimpin on pimpin simpin on interval?

Spiritual thank God he didn't let me fuck with silly hoes

Roddy

[Roddy Ricch:]

30 bitches in the living room dancing

We be parking lot pimpin at the mansion

I done got it out the mud like the sandman

She said she love my lifestyle its outstanding

Gotta go get me a rari, mhmm

"You hire a bitch to perform in" Mhmm

I had to go trap in the morning, mhmm

"Seen that man I'm tourin" mhm

Neighbors Know My Name lyrics - 2 Chainz

6 in the morning, police at my door

Fresh red bottoms across the bathroom floor

Party last night with a couple of hoes

I had some niggas doing molly and some bitches doing coke

I bet the neighbors know my name, they call me "oh fuck, oh shit"

From my hotel suite you see the ocean, ocean

Put her on the forty-two, I had her posin', posin'

I'ma leave the door unlocked in case her close friend walk in

Oh, she a baddie, baddie, and she got a fatty, fatty

And she call me Daddy, she don't even call her daddy Daddy

You know I bought her a Cuban link and a bracelet that match it

That's right I'm rich and rachet, she got a fat transfer, no plastic

Whatever necessary, got more heart than February

Maybach so big it came with an office where the secretary?

I had that act up in my cup, same color elderberry

I'm known to hit the right spot, I know the neighbors hear it

I bet the neighbors know my name, they call me "oh fuck, oh shit"

From my hotel suite you see the ocean, ocean

Put her on the forty-two, I had her posin', posin'

I'ma leave the door unlocked in case her close friend walk in

Yeah

Million Dollars Worth Of Game lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. 42 Dugg)

[2 Chainz:]

Ton'

And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it

Yeah

Yeah

[42 Dugg, 2 Chainz {Both}:]

Bitch, who? Maybach truck and the coupe

Only time I'm goin' back and forth is for the juice

Feds still got me in court, shit crazy

Only time I let a bitch record when I'm writin'

And I'm famous, but {can't shit change me, nigga}

[2 Chainz:]

A million dollars worth of game, these niggas

I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics

Courtside watchin' the Hawks play the Pistons

Okay, money on my nightstand, jewelry on my nightstand

After market extendo, I pray it don't jam

They say it's on sight, then I guess it's on sight then

First couple of shows, the F&N was hype man

Way before the PJ I had a flight plan (Plan)

Goat with me, shake his hand, that's my right hand

A hoe'll fuck your homeboy out of spite, man

We had so much lean the store went out of Sprite and

Y'all don't get it, A on my fitted

Pussy nigga sayin' a bunch of shit they ain't livin'

Back on my pivot, kitchen, water whippin'

All these turkey bags, they thought it was Thanksgiving

Don't make me pull out of me, cash, I ain't trippin'

Long ass nose on the sticks, got it pimpin'

Let me see you shake it one cheek at a time

Double shot with the lime, yeah, your body-

[42 Dugg, 2 Chainz {Both}:]

Bitch, who? Maybach truck and the coupe

Only time I'm goin' back and forth is for the juice

Feds still got me in court, shit crazy

Only time I let a bitch record when I'm writin'

And I'm famous, but {can't shit change me, nigga}

[2 Chainz:]

A million dollars worth of game, these niggas

I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics

Courtside watchin' the Hawks play the Pistons

[42 Dugg:]

Still remember Chief, he was three doors down

I mean How? How you ain't last a year? Look at me now

The reason why that bag in town

I got bricks, no top, sad, everybody won't fit

Forever I'll sag, they don't let a nigga in, nigga

All my bitches got a Benz, nigga

If I can't fuck, don't text me

You ain't gotta like it, but respect it

That FN still my weapon

Ayy, just step back, bitch, before I shoot

Walk a nigga down without tyin' my shit

Let him play crazy, he'll die in this bitch

4s over 5s, and 6s still over 9s

R.I.P. to Rob, now I'm trippin' for the gas

Rolls for the winter, then I'll prolly give it back

Still can't believe a nigga made it off of rap

[42 Dugg, 2 Chainz {Both}:]

Bitch, who? Maybach truck and the coupe

Only time I'm goin' back and forth is for the juice

Feds still got me in court, shit crazy

Only time I let a bitch record when I'm writin'

And I'm famous, but {can't shit change me, nigga}

[2 Chainz:]

A million dollars worth of game, these niggas

I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics

Courtside watchin' the Hawks play the Pistons

Free B.G. lyrics - 2 Chainz

(Butta on the beat, what's poppin'?)

Hot boy

Hot boy

Hot boy talkin' 'bout free B.G.

Hot boy bought some P's off of PPP

Hot boy doin' donuts down the street

Hot boy say the other niggas supposed to bleed

Hot boy got twelve comin' to the spot

Hot boy gonna get somebody shot

Hot boy bought his own weed on the plane

Hot boy gonna spark it up when it land

Hot boy hit another bitch with the scam

Hot boy hit the bitch that say she got a man

Hot boy got her so hot she got a tan

Hot boy keep doin' hot shit and he got fans

Hot boy talkin' 'bout free B.G.

Hot boy bought some P's off of PPP

Hot boy doin' donuts down the street

Hot boy say the other niggas supposed to bleed

Uh, I took my jewelry on vacation

Niggas say they thought I wasn't gonna do some, just be patient

They couldn't steal my car, I parked in front of Central Station

Folks knew I was flashy way before pictures was taken (They knew it)

Ran off on the plug and I was workin' on the 2nd

55/40, I done turned it to a necklace (I did)

Makin' legal money, I put millions on investments

This shit just like gamblin', if I hit it, then I'm flexin'

Hot boy talkin' 'bout free B.G.

Hot boy bought some P's off of PPP

Hot boy doin' donuts down the street

Hot boy say the other niggas supposed to bleed

10 Bracelets lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

(Buddah Bless this beat)

Yeah

More whips then Kunta Kinte

Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape, the block was caliente

Put the boxing gloves on show you how to beat cases

If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it

Arm full of 10 bracelets, I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets

I got a arm full of 10 bracelets, arm filled with 10 bracelets

I got a arm full of 10 bracelets, I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets

Hold up, hold up, she basic money stuffed in briefcases

Oodle beat I creamate it I did the hook Kareem ain't it

Michael mirie jeans and the pussy made me feen lately

I just bought a team nigga rest in peace to fiend nigga

Niggas ain't sippin on drank, sippin listerine nigga

Pockets are 380 but this shit came with a beam nigga

Straight from ATL

World call me 2 Chainz

Own my own restaurant I'on even buy food

Own my own weed I'on even buy gas

Got my own bitch I'on even buy ass

Got the pain on me and I got it in the stash

Bought my shooter neosporin his index finger gotta rash

More whips then Kunta Kenta

Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape, the block was caliente

Put the boxing gloves on show you how to beat cases

If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it

Arm full of 10 bracelets, I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets

I got a arm full of 10 bracelets, arm filled with 10 bracelets

I got a arm full of 10 bracelets, I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets

Switched the plans ship sinking, dead friends Ben Franklin

Pour an extra 4 young nigga man that shit dangerous

Doing the dash while I'm Switchin lanes money what I'm thinkin'

Got different fantasies just spent 60 thousand just for one painting

Money tall now it won't fold up, it was small now its all grown up

Ion like the conversation, fuck relations, hang the phone up

Except for the ones I love I ain't never pick the phone up

Petty pain I found the shine and switched the tone up

This is the life what's good don't reimburse me

I be givin' everything back that she gave then left me hurtin'

And I know it ain't right, everything certain

Just like everything jump in the Maybach close the curtains

More whips then kunta Kinte

Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape, the block was caliente

Put the boxing gloves on show you how to beat cases

If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it

Arm full of 10 bracelets, I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets

I got a arm full of 10 bracelets, arm filled with 10 bracelets

I got a arm full of 10 bracelets, I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets

Lost Kings lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Durk & Sleepy Rose)

And I'm like, how the hell a nigga pose to breathe

If all they do is kill off all the kings?

Every other night a different murder scene

Every other night a different murder scene

And I got a full vision

Tryna see my son grow up and I can't chose different

Every night dream about me killing, it was too vicious?

I feel like how the hell a nigga suppose to breathe

If all they do is kill off all the kings?

I been thinkin like a trapper since the pacifier in the mix like Jambalya

When I was thirty-eight, I'll 45 ya, yeah mortify ya

More money I make more stuff I buy

Troup died at the Chevron, big rock beside him

Wham died tryna to help his sister from domestic violence

Stayed by the airport, all I heard were planes and sirens

My DNA despise a coward

I'm black, rich, and educated so I got the power

I think like a king act like a king

When you was on a trampoline I was on a triple beam

Promethazine with my pinky ring

Yeah, team blowin' up like creatine, yeah

Queen swear I'ma protect myself if you don't mean well

And I'm like, how the hell a nigga pose to breathe

If all they do is kill off all the kings?

Every other night a different murder scene

Every other night a different murder scene

And I got a full vision

Tryna see my son grow up and I can't chose different

Every night dream about me killing, it was too vicious

I feel like how the hell a nigga suppose to breathe

If all they do is kill off all the kings?

I'm a king now

Niggas playin spot em got 'em hand that 40 on my Levi's

And on the street side

You wasn't out there on them corners with them shortys tryna get back

We was raised from all them different rappers, they just claiming shit

You ain't lose nobody from your block, you just be naming shit

Niggas get out they body like I won't shoot 'em, I hate this famous shit

And I'm from that block your homie'll kill ya, that's that dangerous shit

The way he dressing up the opp block he a stylist

I hate talkin' to my dog on a tablet

Gave 'em my last 800 off of 1000

That was my mans but he traded, he a coward

And I'm like, how the hell a nigga pose to breathe

If all they do is kill off all the kings?

Every other night a different murder scene

Every other night a different murder scene

And I got a full vision

Tryna see my son grow up and I can't chose different

Every night dream about me killing, it was too vicious

I feel like how the hell a nigga suppose to breathe

If all they do is kill off all the kings?

Caymans lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Swae Lee)

Just gave a hundred dollars to the water boy, keep it straight up and down like corduroy

The forty got a thirty and it's paranoid, if I ain't have no bags to sell I'd be unemployed

You know I smoke a lot for the pain, bitch, money talk, yeah, I speak the language

If you fuck with me, gonna sang this

How you gon' be broke and famous?

They tell you be safe, stay dangerous

They'll swap ya life out for payments

My homie just skipped his arraignment

The last pic he posted looked like the Caymans

Okay, sipping slow, had her climbing shit on her tippy toes

Lick it slow, I'ma cash you out, baby, give and go

Lumenin, I can see the light when the blinds close

From the trench I can smell a snitch, nigga blindfold

Walk in the spot and I think I smell rhinestones

You got a fake chain, cool you can't have five on

This a no fly zone, somebody turn the lights on

You know I smoke a lot for the pain, bitch, money talk, yeah, I speak the language

If you fuck with me, gonna sang this

How you gon' be broke and famous?

You know I smoke a lot for the pain, bitch, money talk, yeah, I speak the language

If you fuck with me, gonna sang this

How you gon' be broke and famous?

Broken-hearted but you got paper now, I guess you still broke and famous

I told you don't get caught up with the wrong niggas, it's your life you gotta do what you do

I love to bust it down in the Caymans, body like that make me stay in

Dollar signs talk to me sign language

I can't lie to you and I hate it, you know I sip just to pain kill

Double cup, same meal for my brain cells, what we do baby, this is grown business

You interfering, running up the phone bill

You know I smoke a lot for the pain, bitch, money talk, yeah, I speak the language

If you fuck with me, gonna sang this

How you gon' be broke and famous?

You know I smoke a lot for the pain, bitch, money talk, yeah, I speak the language

If you fuck with me, gonna sang this

How you gon' be broke and famous?

How you gon' be broke and famous?

How you gon' be broke and famous?

Now you know me, check this out, I ain't tryna, tryna talk down on nobody

You know, that's not what I'm here for you know, I been poor before

Basically what I'm saying though, if you got something that people wanna see, wanna be a part of

You need to use that to take care of you and yours, can't be out here struggling

Vlad TV lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Stove God Cooks, Symba & Major Myjah)

I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV, he told on himself

Bought bricks, bought pounds and we learned that dope ain't gon' sell itself

That a dope ain't gon' sell itself

Got a key, gotta P, better believe it, dope ain't gon' sell itself

Coming from the block we from, nigga, dope ain't gon' sell itself

Dirty kitchens, thirty six, residue on dishes, loaded rent on missions

Hyundai Genesis with the door panel stuff, we back to business

Even took the dashboard off to hit some chickens

Two up on both sides like I was Richard Nixon, bitch, I'm different

If they ask you 'bout me, tell em that's just stove talk, I'm realistic

Big shit, you think he really got enough money to lay on? (No)

Rolls Royce séance, woke up in the ghost all from the store run

Bobby Flay on niggas

I might auction off the scale I use to put the yay on

They wanna dim my light but that shit stay on, tell that nigga play on

Tell my young boy, hop out turn that AK on

Feel like you got hit by Julius

Say are they like God, you on your way and I'm like on my way?

You ever had so many you can't weigh 'em?

Don't even say none

I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV, he told on himself

Bought bricks, bought pounds and we learned that dope ain't gon' sell itself

Coming from the block we from, nigga, dope ain't gon' sell itself

I watched my cause drop out of USF to be like BMF

Set up a kitchen set in Grandma basement and started whippin' wet

Granny askin', "What's that smell?" It's soap, I been on CBS

Dog food, Granny, I got my pedigree from DMX

Rough ridin', tellin' lies, they feenin' for a kiss of death

A brick ain't gon' grow legs and arms and learn how to sell itself

A pack ain't gon' go book a flight and learn how to mail itself

So what the fuck you niggas gon' do to get this shit off the shelf?

Yeah, when you get a pack, break 'em in zones

Sixteen in each one, if you sell eight for five, that's eight above

If weed don't work, it's always blow, Percs and Xans if they don't smoke

Heroin broke down to O's, the code word is HBO

Niggas watch some power move a little powder and think they ghost, nigga

I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV, he told on himself

Bought bricks, bought pounds and we learned that dope ain't gon' sell itself

Coming from the block we from, nigga, dope ain't gon' sell itself

Here a pot, there a pot, everywhere a pot, pot

Arm and Hammer, no knock warren then mug shot

I'ma get out the next morning, bond put up

Coke, yeah, I used to move that bitch like Luda

Yeah, the Jays take a hit Zab Judah

Spin the protools, left residue on the computer

I 'member whippin' in the microwave was futuristic

Store runs for the rubber bands, I truly miss it

Yeah, the fiends were my Onlyfans

My stash spot was a all purple Crown Royal bag

The .44 bulldog Georgetown hoya fan

The Draco a sign a nigga like an autograph

I stash trees by my balls like ornaments

Let 'em know I'm 'bout to win this motherfuckin' tournament

They givin' away a gold fork for the winner

Gold money machine, Beamer and a blender

I was standing on the block playing center

I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV, he told on himself

Bought bricks, bought pounds and we learned that dope don't ain't gon' sell itself

That a dope ain't gon' sell itself

Got a key, gotta P, better believe it, dope ain't gon' sell itself

Coming from the block we from, nigga, dope ain't gon' sell itself