Lyrics:
Two thirty baby, won't you meet me by The Bean?
Too early, maybe later you can show me things
You know what it is, whenever I visit
Windy city,
tell by the drool
I'm getting money but what about you?
I make shit happen I do what I do
Real niggas only 2 Chainz cause it's true
Not everybody that
Don't sell me apartment, I'll move in the lobby (yah)
Niggas is loiterin' just to feel important
You gon' see lawyers and niggas in Jordans (2 Chainz
in these nigga's eyes
Then from the look of it nigga, you know what they about
One, one, one, one, one, one
Two, two, two, two, two
Three, three,
phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I
givin' up)
Yeah, 2Chainz
Love me or love me not, link at the gamblin' spot
Aunt front me work, that was a hand-me-down
I bust a stunt, I'll make 'em
and niggas in Jordan's (2 Chainz!)
OK, now ketchup to my campaign, coupe the color of mayonnaise
I'm drunk and high at the same time, drinkin' champagne
you by again
I left her standin' in her corner
She told me she was tryin' to find her way
I've got to leave before I get much older
'Cause she
somethin' now nigga, you know it's hot
[Other Man]
Man, stop actin' like that nigga, just show me what you got
[Fifty]
aight, nigga look, I got Two
(You're all I need to get by, ah)
(You're all I need to get by, ah)
Like sweet morning dew
I took one look at you
And it was plain to see
You
a better ride
Than what you've got planned
Carry a cup in your hand
Look around
Leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hang onto your
clean
God bless me like I'm finna sneeze
Got to weigh me on a triple beam
D-boy in parenthesis
All gold in my Mr. T's
2 Chainz, two pinky rings
My
clean
God bless me like I'm finna sneeze
Got to weigh me on a triple beam
D-boy in parenthesis
All gold in my Mr. T's
2 Chainz, two pinky rings
My
Yeah, history in the making
Part two, it's so crazy right now
I look and stare so deep in your eyes
I touch on you more and more every time
When you
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
Well, I knew what I could not say
And so I quit the police department
And got myself a steady job
And though she tried her best to help me
She could
phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I
Pop that pussy like a clip (baow)
She in school but she strip
Use two hands when she eat the dick (ooh)
I'm tryna hit her whole clique
Head down,
kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink, I got my music
I would share it but today I
Standing by a parking meter
When I caught a glimpse of Rita
Filling in a ticket in her little white book
In a cap she looked much older
And the bag
There ain't nobody on this old earth
Who'll give a nickel for what I'm worth
I got more worries that I can use
Don't look now but I've got the blues
She threw the pussy and I caught it (caught it), presidential by 40 (40)
That drop hit from Europe (woof), that coupe got deported (ha)
I turn coke
to notice what's going on in town
You've got to understand
I'm taking my life in my own hands
And gaining ground, look around
Peace of mind
You got
ovation (TRU)
If yo girl don't swallow kids, man that ho basic
Got two bitches with me take a shot at one ho, using her friend for a chaser
(Bands a make
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