Lyrics:
The time has come, we gotta expand, the whole operation
Distribution, New York, Chicago, L.A.
We gotta set our own market, and enforce it
own man not even cold as me (let's go)
Every time I have a show, gotta sell it out 'fore I go to sleep (sleep, whoa)
We got some new bands
We got
what we do
First I take you out, then you turn around
Then you back it up, ooh yeah, like we had our own fast lane
So I take you home, drive you
Bitches, they suckin', and fuckin', they do everything except bite it
I can go slow like an old man, I can go fast like I got nitro
Spent 20 racks for my
knowI'msayin?
Hip-hop's the game, helped a lot of brothers escape
Take it to another level, knowI'msayin?
It's our music, we own this music, knowhutI'msayin?
One, two, three
Yeah, yeah
Darlin', it appears to me
That you could use a date tonight
A body that'll do you right
Am I qualified?
Darling, I
(Lear')
Two-fifty each ear, what you say? I can't hear (huh?)
Shoot dices, my prices, they lower than serious (low)
She ride the dick, speed it up by
Big Mac
This ain't even Fast and Furious 6
It's more like that Home Alone we got on Netflix
I think Olivia Rodrigo would agree
This is even worse
circulation
Breathin', eatin', the whole situation
When we do our shit we do our shit for real
While you take your money for your deal and make your own
circulation
Breathin', eatin', the whole situation
When we do our shit we do our shit for real
While you take your money for your deal and make your own
I can't get by
There are just one or two
Unkind things I said to you
Daddy what was I supposed to do?
I don't know why it was so hard to talk to you
I
my shit real, came up off them pills
Hustle for my meal, grindin' for my deal
Love how I'm doing, long way from grooving
Bitch call me 2 Chainz
(Uh huh)
And I'm, stickin', to it (Uh huh)
(2 Chainz) And I'm, stickin', to it (Uh huh)
And I'm, stickin', to it
Velcro, I'm sticking to it, hatin',
feel like Gordon Ramsey
The way I cook up the beat
Two twin bad bitches and we chilling on the beach
Ass so fat man it look like a peach
Broke boy get
Some said it wouldn't work, some said it wouldn't last
In New York, they say that the tempo's too fast
You disregarded, but the albums got charted
We put
recognize, we got it on lock fall
(Shine) From my head down to my shoes
(Shine) Ridin' on twenty-two's
(Shine) Check my baby mamma
(Shine) Whip Rovers,
And all you mumble motherfuckers better not contest
2 Fast 2 furious like ludacrious
And when i ink that deal itll be lucrative
On my way yeah im on way
A better side of me
Said it was perfect even when
We don't try to be
But there's always complications
Especially when you lie to me
It wasn't perfect but we
by the neck
Any way I touch you, walk with me..
Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. GRRRRR
This ain't the way it's supposed to be (B.S.!)
This ain't the way it's
or die from bein' too lax
Or die from waitin' on it, die 'cause I'm movin' too fast
I'll prolly die tryna buy weed at the apartments
I'll prolly die
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
Fuck your president that's what you Elected
3 way split 750 percentage
Don't trust a soul it's my lesson
Got 2 chains no 2 Chainz
Uh my brothers my
Now that it's all over and done,
Now that you find, now that you're whole.
II. Total Mass Retain
Anderson/Squire
My eyes convinced, eclipsed with
You tell 'em that's not true, I'll go on without you
And walk away aggravated and furious
You want 'em to approve, but then again it don't matter
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