2 Chainz You In Luv Wit Her

[2 Chainz:]

About to roll some more of this shit too

I got the boy Lucci with me

We might come in there and take, all the hoes

Like I could rob, like, everybody there

[2 Chainz:]

That Chanel shit, I like that

Got your own ride, I like that

Got your mind right, I like that

In a fantasy world, I’d wife that

At the blue flame with 2 chains on

8 rings on, maintain home

Got pulled over on the way home

Used to make juugs off the payphone

Left mama’s crib with a thousand Nikes

Niggas know I had a thousand wifeys

Hood nigga, had a thousand vices

Hit Benihanas for a thousand rices

Garlic butter with the yum yum

You know the south side where I come from

Hit the dealership with a lump sum

Make her pump the gas with her pumps on

With some pom poms, that’s Don Juan

Don Julio, trap house needs cuticles

Trap house need a studio

Trap house need a new sofa

These young niggas keep fuckin’ on it

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

[YFN Lucci:]

I can tell you in love with her

Tell you in love with her

Yeah you can tell I’m just fuckin’ her

Don’t you tell that I’m fuckin’ her

Yeah you can tell you be cuffin’ her

Steady cuffin’ her while I be fuckin’ her

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

Yeah

[YFN Lucci:]

Meanwhile I was gettin’ head with my chain on

Drophead, yeah the brain gone

Plain Jane on, gettin’ rained on

No time to complain, homes

Know I’m tired, took a plane home

Know my cars and everything on

Know that I murder everything I’m on

I ain’t even gotta say I’m on

Yeah I smoke good, paper long

Paper good, wish you would twist the wood

Grip the wood, grip it good

Go and juug, get the good, split the goods

Get the guns, split the guns, flip the guns

Yeah, yeah, uh

We gon’ take a nigga’s bitch

Take a nigga’s bitch, make a nigga sick

Fucked her like my bitch

I’ma fuck her like my bitch

Make a nigga sick

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

I can tell you in love with that bitch

[YFN Lucci:]

I can tell you in love with her

Tell you in love with her

Yeah you can tell I’m just fuckin’ her

Don’t you tell that I’m fuckin’ her

Yeah you can tell you be cuffin’ her

Steady cuffin’ her while I be fuckin’ her

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

Yeah

[2 Chainz:]

Downstairs at the Fontainebleau

Pour a deuce in a Mountain Dew

Did everything that I had to do

Used to blaze like Moreland Avenue

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

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

I’m speedin’ down left lanes

Goyard belt gang

Then important text came

She wanna play them sex games

I’m up from debt and I’m undefeated

She undeniable underneath me

She told me that I can take the pussy

Just take it easy

Celine bag when she came to see me

Had sex with my watch on, knock her rocks off

Ride around with the top off

Like hot sauce, drop off

Cartier wristwear, it don’t come off, yeah

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

[YFN Lucci:]

I can tell you in love with her

Tell you in love with her

Yeah you can tell I’m just fuckin’ her

Don’t you tell that I’m fuckin’ her

Yeah you can tell you be cuffin’ her

Steady cuffin’ her while I be fuckin’ her

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

Yeah

2 Chainz Fork

[Intro]

[Hook:]

I had a dream that rap wouldn’t work

I woke up on the block, had to hit it with the fork

Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork

Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr, skrrr: hit it with the fork

Rap don’t work, records ain’t bein’ sold

So much money on me, it won’t even fold

So much money on me, it won’t even fold

So much money on me, it won’t even fold

So much money on me, it won’t even fold

So much money on me, it won’t even fold

[Verse 1]

I got Medusa on my sneakers

My dick up like “nice to meet ya”

100K for a feature, hundred K’s at my leisure

Then we aim at your people

I be higher than a eagle

When I’m sipping on that codeine

Free my nigga Segel

I am ridin’ on a jet, headin’ to that Costa

Soon as I land I be in that Testarossa

If I die tonight, you gon’ see some flicks in Ghosta

I’m the man in my city, same thing in South Dakota

Man I’m running up that check, show you how I do it

I drink red bitches, I don’t drink Red Bulls

Man they tried to give me wings, but I already had some

I’m all that and then some, my trap house is my income

And it’s boomin’

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

I’m ballin’ like Mr. Clean

I gotta keep my kitchen clean

God bless me like I’m finna sneeze

Doctor weighed me on a triple beam

D-boy in parenthesis

All gold in my amenteties

2 Chainz, two pinky rings

My trigger finger’s like a lemon squeeze (Baow!)

Climax! Make your main ho my side-chick

I’m so high, your whore get hijacked

And my vision is pyrex

I do it big like a 5X

Killed they ass with the eyepatch

I got bad bitches on my side

I done fucked around and got sidetracked

My first night, I spent five stacks

Next night I forgot to count

I’m so hot; who gon’ put the fire out?

I’m the fireman, I put fire out

Got a pole in my basement

Tipped your girl like maliah now

Ridin’ on these motherfuckers until they blow my tires out

[Bridge]

My wrist deserve a shout-out, I’m like “What up, wrist?”

My stove deserve a shout-out, I’m like “What up, stove?”

All this jewelry on, then I’m out cold

So much money on me, it won’t even fold!

[Hook]

2 Chainz Diamonds Talkin Back

Check me out now

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

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

Diamonds talking back, they talking back, boom pow pow

Diamonds talking back, they talking back, blaow blaow blaow

Diamonds talking back, they say “fuck y’all”

Rock Givenchy shoes like they All-Star

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

Known to light it all like the ball park

Crib the same size as the Walmart

Yard so big I got a golf cart

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

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

Diamonds on me dancing like it’s Breezy over Eazy

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

I count money too, I’m sleepy, ink on my body, graffiti

And you know I come from CP

Can’t fuck no bitch with no VD, nah

Diamonds on me going bing bing bing bing

Diamonds on me doing their damn thing thing thing thing

Known to get head while the car park

Diamonds talking back, they say “fuck “y’all”

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

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

Diamonds talking back, they talking back, boom pow pow

Diamonds talking back, they talking back, blaow blaow blaow

Diamonds talking back, they say, “Fuck ‘ya’ll”

Walk in to the VIP and yell, “Touchdown!”

Ain’t wore the same shoes the whole month now

I am so high she told me come down

I’m like how, sip a loud, gun go pow

Mr. Chow, bling bling blow, bitches bow

Bitches bi, they liking girls and guys

I’ll advised, got the Rollie winterized

When I die bury me beside the Cuban links

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

Pinky ring ping, index finger ping, middle finger ping

Whole lot of rings, whole lot of watches

Watches being ostrich, neck, wrist, faucets

Chain show ’em options

Rings so big you could go boxing

Diamonds talking back, yours ain’t saying nothing

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

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

Diamonds talking back, they talking back, boom pow pow

Diamonds talking back, they talking back, blaow blaow blaow

2 Chainz Letter To Da Rap Game

[Intro/Chorus: 2 Chainz]

This my letter to the rap game

Hip hop, I’m a product of the trap mane

Crack came, I didn’t know how to act mane

I did what I had to do when the pack came

This is my letter to the rap game

Hip hop, I’m a product of the trap mane

Crack came, I didn’t know how to act mane

I did what I had to do when the pack came

[2 Chainz]

Wu-Tang Clan, they ain’t nothin to fuck, wait

2 Chainz ain’t nothing to fuck with

Need search warrants cause these niggaz is suspects

All I talk is money so Chainz is the subject

[Chorus]

[2 Chainz]

Came in this motherfucker hundred grand strong

To be exact, grinding the kush pact

Ride with the roof back, live with a suit act

Killing em, so I am dying my suit black

Dear rap game, you are ill homie

Havin me thinking we were gon’ make some real money

Came from the streets, I’m a beast, capiche?

Lock my dick in the mail by the bills held

And hey rap game, the real comin’

The way I’m murking these niggaz hope your will comin’

And when you’re numb, it’s kind of hard to feel somethin’

I’m the type to get rich and still hustle, yeah

And before I leave let me say this, play this

Have my niggaz dead or in jail like Asic

Face it, back to the basics

2 Chainz on them bitches, looking like Vegas, the greatest

[Chorus]

[Dolla Boy]

My worlds coming to an end, speaking philosophical

Six’s on the coupe, when they said it was impossible

Got the type of guns to make the city feel uncomfortable

And we breaking bricks down, till the last molecule

Cherish the horizon, sun blessed party, hey

Thinking ’bout this business, and it’s time that I gave away

Trying to make a plan today, niggaz on there way

Locked in confinement, gotta learn to levitate

And on the inside, my instinct, I survive

All I got left is pride, touchdown, I’mma ride

I was raised as a boss

Damn, I let a nigga take me off

And let him tell Josh that his pops was soft

Mothafucker

[Chorus]

[Raekwon]

Rocking blood diamonds, cooling in the hood with the goons

Came on this, Cam is trying to buy us some Guccis

It’s a movie made, regardless, my crooks is the hardest

Buying crazy pots and pans, stay in apartments

Bank roll was all we ever needed

While niggaz was weeded, playing space, and pumping crack in the ceiling

Just fly young with heart, I sift in the park

Made sales, blazed a few shells, yeah who cares who you are

I’m honest, I make you cry like onions

Stay in your lane, beat the name and we done

I was legend yet, now my papar stretching, yeah, that’s it

Go ask the Rocky Glass, “I class act?”

Villas, moving-making guerrillas, the willas

The guest-star gun fights, squeeze on the squealers

Don’t come near me, nigga

If you don’t got no money, fear me

Matter fact, move it, ya hear me?

2 Chainz Chirp

Yeah man, you know

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

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

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

I’m ’bout to get an alarm for my shit

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

Shit gon’ go off on niggas

Brr brr! You know what I’m sayin’?

Try to take my style, nigga, brr brr

Try to take my bitch, nigga, brr brr

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

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

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

Thumbin’ through the cash, nigga, brr brr

Thousand dollar pants, nigga, brr brr

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

I got Bloods in Savannah

I got Crips on Old National

On your ho like a fashion

Pinky ring on Alaska

Illest nigga in Nebraska

Nigga fake like wrastlin’

Got cash or plastic

Big cash, cappin’

Six Flags, lotta rides

Turn the beat to a homicide

Microphone look mortified

Lyrical bullets is a .45

I’m doin’ 75 on the 75

85 off of 85

200 on 285

None of my cars take 89

Down to get money any time

Life a bitch with no panty line

Us versus the other squad

Stash spot is my boxer shorts

Just stickin’ to the protocol

Weed smellin’ like underarm

Turn you suckers into bubblegum

Try to take my style, nigga, brr brr

Try to take my bitch, nigga, brr brr

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

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

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

Thumbin’ through the cash, nigga, brr brr

Thousand dollar pants, nigga, brr brr

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

I just might stand on the car

Stand on the wall

Logos on my bag

Logo on my scarf

Yeah I met her tonight

Fuck her tomorrow

You know how we are

You know who we are

Yeah the trap is my workplace

You know I came from a hurt place

Had to reverse it to first place

To father, hustler in first place

And I said word for word

I usually smoke at work

I either smirk or flirt

Took it from hard to vert

I got some word to off

Them bitches bumpin’ soft

Young niggas stealin’ sauce

I’m tryna drill ’em off

I’m tryna kill this off

I bring the women out

I’m ’bout to build a house

Then I’ma rent it out, woah!

Try to take my style, nigga, brr brr

Try to take my bitch, nigga, brr brr

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

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

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

Thumbin’ through the cash, nigga, brr brr

Thousand dollar pants, nigga, brr brr

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

You already know that’s me though, stay drenched

Every time you see me, I’m drenched

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

I’m soaked, uh

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

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

Slip up on this sauce, mane

2 Chainz Stop Me Now

[Intro:]

Nothing in the whole wide world can stop me

Ooohhhh Noooothing can stop me

Nothing in the whole wide world can stop me

Oooohh Loving yoooooouuu

Nothing in the whole wide world can stop me

Nothing, Nobody

Can stop me from Loving yooooooouuuu

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]

Foreign exchange, I walk in the rain, still won’t get wet

Nigga flick up the flame twist up the game switch up the chain

Play peek-a-boo I take ya girl and her friend and do a switch-a-roo

Started with a nick and got a 62 it was memorable my plan is worth diggable

Used to stashing work off in a inner tube in middle school

I worked the trap no interviews just told shawty that I’m in to you I’m the type that make a old school a Bentley coupe turn one to ten that’s what I tend to do it’s an amber alert I gotta missing roof it was black and it was travelling fast I love you now I don’t care about your ratchet past designer shoes matching bags let them niggas pop shit baby we popping tags if I ever fall off I’ll be hopping back got a bad bitch with me told her hop in back my car speak she dark meat I be eating MC’s nigga shark teeth Velourz hoodie I ask em what’s for goody if you are what you eat but I am not a pussy you couldn’t stop me with a bunch of Uzi’s and all we really do is shoot a bunch of movies

[Hook: x2]

Started from the bottom now we at the top graduated from high school and bought a choppa orville red and bocker bitch we got it poppin on the block with that white girl cindy lauper

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]

When they saw me they used to think of dope but now when they see me they just think of hope Inspiration no infiltration them niggas hatin I got they bitches naked hand full of ones pocket full of Hunn if I was sellin swag man I woulda sold it to em designer sneaks leather seats they say money talk that’s why you never speak every verse I do is a rest in peace wish this highway to heaven had an extra seat rap game extra sweet big ass charm conversation peice

[Verse 3: Dolla Boy]

Million off rap but the trap was sweeter when dealings on the block all prices cheaper I been doing this since guess and fila they say my entourage each car four deep eight heaters drop the middle man to cut the cost they say my whole click cut from a different cloth and of course we pay the cost with each block that we off ya take off and call back it ain’t our fault that ya lost ya lil bitch ask ya boy bout them forty he lost talk slick Glock forty ya boss now you the president fresher than peppermint whip tint till six bond number nine flow wall street bidness bitch

[Hook: x2]

Started from the bottom now we at the top graduated from high school and bought a choppa orville red and bocker bitch we got it poppin on the block with that white girl cindy lauper

Nothing in the whole wide can stop me

Ooohhhh Noooothing can stop me

Nothing in the whole wide world can stop me

Oooohh Loving yoooooouuu

Nothing in the whole wide world can stop me

Nothing, Nobody

Can stop me from Loving yooooooouuuu

2 Chainz Can’t Tell Me Shyt

[Intro – Skooly:]

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

Same old females, same old females, same old females…

[Hook – Skooly:]

Boy them same old females

Boy you know that they don’t mean well

See I met her at Compound

And the next week I seen her at rehab

All these bitches know that I’m the shyt

Fuck it / Fucking can’t tell me shyt

Bitch you can’t tell me shyt

Nigga you can’t tell me shyt

[Verse 1 – 2 Chainz:]

Came from the bottom, but I survived

And just for the pain, I take OxyContin

Gave my dawg a watch to pass the time

And she be in New York half the time

When I drop the top, you see ashes flying

Walked in Onyx, seen asses flying

She told me that her number was classified

I said bitch, you should ask for mine!

Sippin’ margaritas in Miami with my mamacita

All-Star Game, she was in the bleachers

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

Had it in the room girl, underneath her

[Hook]

[Verse 2 – Cap 1:]

Met her at Live on Sunday

She was in Atlanta on Monday

Club going up on a Tuesday

Told her she can get it how she want it

I ain’t picky, I ain’t got a type

I’m single, I ain’t got a wife

But if I hit you with the slow-stroke

I bet that you gonna spend the night

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

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

Sunday at the rehab, beat the pussy made her relapse

[Hook]

2 Chainz Halo Letter From My Unborn Son

It’s going down if I say so

I come to raise hell, call me Halo

I’m growing up

I’ll be out in a couple months

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

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

Used to keep money in a sports bag

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

Don’t go starting that shit with me, nigga

By the time I get bigger I need a father figure

Someone to lean on

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

You looking like a fiend, ho

You rap about triple beams only

In every argument you try to make my mama seem wrong

Fuck you, nigga

And Harmony know I’m coming

She would no longer be the youngest

She keep kicking mama in the stomach

I’m gon kick your ass when I get there

You know sibling rivalry, it’s all love

We’ll all fight and then all hug

Like damn daddy got a ball court

I’m like damn daddy got a four wheeler

Damn daddy got a sports car

Damn daddy been wanting a lil nigga

We got enough land to find Sasquatch

Damn mommy, daddy making money

What the hell you complaining about?

So what if he was fucking with girls

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

Heaven straight, Harmony cool

I can’t wait to get my own room

I can’t wait till home room

I can’t wait I’ll be home soon like

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

I gotta hug now mom

Gotta hug GGG, get babysitted by nanna

2 Chainz Pimp C Back

Rest in peace Pimp C! [x3]

Take it off, bitch bend over let me see it! [x4]

(Rest in peace Pimp C!) [x3]

OK, I’ve been the guy, look in the sky

Rain hit my building, make my window cry!

My uncle on that gin, it’s like genocide

We kept ’em pillows sex we can have a pillow fight

Where my girl left, I wasn’t feeling right!

And despit she extra nice; she start catching feelings, I’m a catch a flight.

She said I hurt her feelings now she’s dating dykes

I’m glad this ain’t no movie, you ain’t acting right. (Tell ’em!)

[Chorus:]

Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!

Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!

I said take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!

Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it! [x2]

I said take that shit off, bend over.

10 soldiers; We’re the opposite of being sober,

Girls don’t eat soda!

Coidene and cream soda, different weed odors

California, you can smell it in a coma!

They say the world is finna end, so I made me a bucket list,

All I wanna do is just fuck; so this my fucking list!

Even if we ran us a train; you couldn’t fuck with us,

And yeah I got me a bankroll; I need a bunch of ones…

[Chorus:]

Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!

Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!

I said take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!

Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it! [x2]

[Outro:]

They hollin Pimp C back, now what the fuck is up

Pimp C back, now what the fuck is up [x3]

2 Chainz Poor Fool

[Swae Lee:]

Poor fool, streets don’t love you like I do

(My Momma always said)

I said close your mouth and eat

You make some paper, than you make your own rules

(My Momma always said aye, damn)

Poor fool, streets don’t love you like I do

I said close your mouth and eat

You make some paper, than you make your own rules

[2 Chainz:]

I’m from the hood, it’s evident

Used to sell drugs at my residence

Stayed in section 8 with relatives

Opportunity knockin’ I let them in

I don put voices on everything

I left them all like Ginobili

And if I’m not successful, ain’t nobody gon come console me

I pray my momma quit smokin’

And my dad gotta get focused

I gotta table full of ace of spades

I don’t fuck around with you jokers (ooh)

Ain’t heard a word from my old friends

Heard they wanna kick my doors in

I done load up the 2-2-3

I’m so high they might call the goaltend, yeah

Lord knows, stash work in the console

So many autos in my garage, I can’t open my car door

Ball on me like the Sun on me

Gettin’ this bread she said dropped crumbs on me

Walked in the club and got ones only

Need a tat on my stomach that say prawns only

Raised by single parent Black Women

They call me Tity Boi cause she used to spoil me

She always told me

[Swae Lee:]

Poor fool, streets don’t love you like I do

(My Momma always said)

I said close your mouth and eat

You make some paper, than you make your own rules

(My Momma always said aye, damn)

Poor fool, streets don’t love you like I do

I said close your mouth and eat

You make some paper, than you make your own rules

[2 Chainz:]

Smoking on a yacht, call me Ricky Steamboat

Bags full of gas, used to serve them through the screen door

Tryna flip a brick, Shaq at the free throw

Taught by Scarface, Brad Jordan, Al Pacino, wooo

No rules, most of my partnas homeschooled

Most of my partnas got charges

And I ain’t talking about no mothafuckin’ dodges

Trappin’ up outta the college

I’m addicted to the rice at Benihana

Raised by a single parent black woman

They call me Tity Boi ’cause she used to spoil me

She always told me

[Swae Lee:]

Poor fool, streets don’t love you like I do

(Yeah)

I said close your mouth and eat

You make some paper, than you make your own rules

(My Momma always said aye, damn)

Poor fool, streets don’t love you like I do

I said close your mouth and eat

You make some paper, than you make your own rules