Lyrics:
at throwing knives
Number one, Yen Chang Wa
He's an adulterer, don't trust him
Number two, Chao San Poi
Number two, Chao San Poi
He's a womanizer, but he's
Yea we the gang... We the gang
Nah, y’all lame so you can’t hang
Players circle no 2Chainz
Cheddaboi stay fresh like I’m the new thing
Jewels jingling
fold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
So much money on me (2 Chainz!) It won't even fold
I'm ballin' like Mr. Clean
I gotta keep my kitchen
fold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
So much money on me (2 Chainz!) It won't even fold
I'm ballin' like Mr. Clean
I gotta keep my kitchen
How you the king rockstar with a loose string?
Or loose change, old Donnie Brasco when the blues came
I went 2 Chainz when the group changed
Duffle
foreign whips)
I just might pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop out with like a hundred some bitches
(yeah, 2 Chainz)
I might pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop out with a 30
one's perfect gyal
Judge me for my
MmmmHmm
X2
[VERSE 2]
Look into my eyes, do you see true love
I'll hold you down forever girl
Your my Mrs Jackson
don't really run shit
I'm a cowboy, chicka pow pow boy
Shoot you from the floor
To your fuckin-YE-YE!
Pour a two into a one, now I'm done bitch
Niggas
done changed my life criminal records' what
They judging me by. -thats why
[chorus]
The judges said dont trouble nobody.
Probation said dont
cheese bread breakfast
Stackin' dough
2 Chainz!, I'm up now
Smoking on that loud till the sun down
Beating on that pussy till the sun up
You don't like
that's your problem then
Don't call my phone talkin bout, help me when they got you den
If you want it just go get it boi...
Take a chance just believe it
out
Had to do it for the town and the trap niggas
Me and 2 Chainz, its over for you rap niggas
And nothin' says butter like Parkay
And nothin' make
pretty, all my niggas brazy
We sell that white, sell that brown, call it rice and gravy
Call me Tunechi Lee or don't call me at all
Man fuck all you
show you something else
If they let me talk
But I don't know if I'll ever get a chance to tell my story before a judge
Because I think the murder's
I got a black ho, a white ho
A Spanish ho and a Chinese
Yea, they call me 2 Chainz
And my first chain's a Siamese
That's your favorite part
What
Wish I had a lover like Charli in my room
Wish I was Blond like Frank O
Wish I was ginger like Hampto, hanging 2-chainz to my ankles
Beam me up Scotty
to be together dawg we wasn’t even close knit
Hold up they gone judge me i don’t care
Had that prison mental, right now every man for himself
But god
to be together dawg we wasn’t even close knit
Hold up they gone judge me i don’t care
Had that prison mental, right now every man for himself
But god
back
Sit right down with Rock and Nick
Teach them boys some of Pigmeat's tricks
Oh, oh judge, your Honor, Pigmeat said
"Don't you remember me
ain't broke, yo
I swear I used to move 'caine when
Benny was calling himself 2 chains
This was a few years before 2 Chainz
No disrespect to 2 Chainz
doesn't raise their pockets they don't care to put a stop
The only gift they ever give is keep alive our sores by daily sprinkling them with salt
And yet
Yeah, Leggo, Leggo, 2 Chainz
Lady, you're exactly like my type
I don't know who you came with tonight
But I can make your life a little better if
with Wu Tang and 2 Chainz, Killer Mike and Gucci Mane
Rap shit, trap shit, you know I do it with no shame
Spit the illest yoke or flame, always go
physically
That don't mean I'm not affected by the history
My grandmama was a slave, that shit gets to me
And you ain't got no motherfucking sympathy, you
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