Lyrics:
Bands a make her dance
These chicks clapping
And they ain't using hands (2 Chainz)
2 Chainz, four bracelets
Let me see that ass clap, standing
huh)
Balenciaga runners
So let's keep it one hunnid
Like 2 Chainz the track say
I'm different, uh
(yeah-yuh)
I'm in the V
Finna spin it
Like a joystick
niggas, you shoot 'em and bleed come
Like two pussies they wet, just make it a three-some
They growing up quick, 'cause that'll buy your seed guns
Now
(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',
(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',
fucking name
Peddling dope but a nigga not 2Chainz
Baby of Souf but they treat me like Bruce Wayne
I got no zaza I'm going insane
I don't need the drugs it
Who the nigga in the pink durag (who are you?)
I'm the nigga in the pink durag (hey)
2 Chainz said pretty girls' like trap
So I had to make that
2
they said “sorry gotta go”
Back on my BS, I’ll snap on a remix
Everything that I will say, I do mean it
Back for part two when part one was the cleanest
Or blame it on my weed shit
Dawg I'm tryna remix oh
Dancing dancing
Like I fucking got a reason
Dancing like
It's fucking dancing season
Dancing like
It's
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
you part two of my confessions
If I'm gonna tell it, then I gotta tell it all (all)
Damn near cried when I got that phone call (call)
I'm so throwed,
I'm a cowboy, chicka pow pow boy
Shoot you from the floor to
Your fuckin eyebrow boy
2 Chainz name ringing like an Android
I think about money every
that rowboat
My groupie chicks and my Xbox
Told them hoes I ain't for the games
My punchlines be so hot
The devil tweeted my Twitter name
2 Chainz, like
Jobs
But you ride 2Pac's dick like he was a fuckin' god, oh my god
And all you care about is rappin'
And stuntin' and bein' ratchet, and that's
Nice
Yeah, uh
It's Trigga, nigga
And 2 Chainz
These niggas ain't got no work, nah, nah, I got it (umm)
They know I'mma player, yeah, yeah, I
on the Metro
Now I’m feeling like Othello
Thought I told ya, bitch i’m royalty
I ain’t even gotta say the name
By they way I killed it, they gon' know it’s me
1,
a beach, so you rot in the wave
Man, I'm so glad that Guwop out
And rap fans still give a fuck what 2Pac 'bout
I'm right here, I don't give a fuck who hop
keep slaying
My love fashion made the ladies call me 2 Chainz, (2 Chainz)
It's my passion, (passion)
That is big bang
I'm on a mission, (mission)
Call me
can't believe I'm here
Down at the q's jook joint (no doubt)
It sure is happenin' y'all (on this remix)
But listening to this music
Kinda makes
cannot afford
Loco, what's whipping good?
Said it click when you hit with the fork
I'm true to Allah and I don't fuck with cops, keep me away from that
because is yellow
Tity 2 Chainz I can make it eco
Nigga yeah church I'm gettin' to the creflo
On your last leg you can come get a elbow
Southside rebel
‘em with that remix
But these niggas still bumpin’ Dial Tone
I got them money stacks
Thicker than a phone book
Paper on top of paper
Its lookin’ like
right
They know what it is, man, remix
Move back, its no touchin' me, I'm from that place called NYC
H Dub to the death, and I don't give a fuck what
niggas, my man (man)
Yeah, I see a couple of niggas that look real bugged
In the corner frontin' like a bunch of real, live thugs
Frontin', stackin' my
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