Lyrics:
[Chorus]
2 Chainz, that's your best answer
Cup filled with pink, I'm supporting breast cancer
I might do that walk for the 5k
I get paid every time I
money
Han, whip game proper, I'ma make it work
Versace (Versace), nigga know who did it first
Yeah, yeah, 2 Chainz
We the best, Khaled tried to told
Ain't finna blend in like a ying yang
When I spit chains go cling clang
Syllables run through my vains like 2 chainz
Aim and I shoot my bars like big tank
things
We don't shoot same, bitch I'm different like I'm 2 Chainz
I'll go on a purge killing niggas like I'm Hussein
Sippin D'Usse, all these rocks up
And he still talkin' yo, so who's commercial?
Young like Noah, move dem birds by the two
Daddy needs smoke, da coupe need a pair of shoes
I get my are
call me Tity
And all the fans call me 2 Chainz
Riding a sedan through the city
Parallel park in front of blue flame, me and my boo thang
You wanna see my
in love wit' a stripper, Quotin' the nigga T-Pain
Said I love dem' strippers, word to my nigga 2 Chainz
Got a leather Ferrari, Eddie Murphy pants
Ya
chances
Just to drink lean in them benzes
2 Chainz!
I want my trapback
I said that I want my trapback
I'm from the apartments, used to walk around
(Wait a minute, right about now!)
Jamie Foxx in this bitch
(Wait a minute) 2 Chainz
Mustard on the beat hoe
The party ain't a party 'til you see me
our shoestrings
She grew up in the 60s, did her new new thing
I wasn't really trippin', so we kicked it, Liu Kang
I was all on them titties, boy, 2
keep coming in
This shit I cannot ignore
Balmain from my head to the floor
This shit you cannot ignore
2 Chainz! This right here Christian Dior
You
Honorable honorable
Honorable honorable C-Note
2 Chainz!
I ain't never been a minute man
Pour a deuce in a minute maid
Trap house filled with
you're callin' me (Yah! 2 Chainz)
You the type of person eat your salad 'fore your soup (woah)
You the type of person, don't want no crib but want
so the crowd, y’all can bounce right
If you a big fine bitch gone drop it to the floor
Tell them skinny bitches hit the fucking door
Don’t trust no
(2 Chainz)
No help, that's all me, all me for real
Money on my mind, you should think the same
J's on, pinky ring, dogging these hoes, I need
to 2chainz
It's a vibe
She want fuck
With a nigga that's I
And she know
A nigga not like I
I stay high
Never sober
Doing things
Like?
You can't even control
ever have no home
Now I got a penthouse and a beach home
Back when I was rockin' least (2 Chainz!)
I was trappin' off at least like three phones
Talk
ever have no home
Now I got a penthouse and a beach home
Back when I was rockin' least (2 Chainz!)
I was trappin' off at least like three phones
Talk
a ounce
I always come through whenever it counts
These bitches love me that's with out a doubt
I'm finna blow so they waiting for clout
2 Chainz and Drake
And I can't wait to see you shine
(2 Chainz, yeah)
Sippin' on Tequila (Oh)
Workin' on this feature (Oh)
All my verses fever (Oh)
Restaurant, no Pita,
hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a by your leave.
of all this shit
Verse 2 ain't thru what I'm gone do
My spit is biblical it just sound like a flow too
Please take it literal
What they feeding us is
and a vamp, just like Bruce Wayne
I'm off the good drank, I'm feeling like 2 Chainz
I bring the ruckus, I'm feeling like Wu-Tang
9 shots to your body, I got you
the two-step or no loose change
You don't know about no 2 Chainz or no Kool-Aid, you don't know!
And even though Barack was half as black
You hated president
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