2 CHAINZ – Wut We Doin

What we doin’?
What we doin’?
What we doin’?
What we doin’?
Gettin’ to it
Gettin’ to it
Gettin’ to it
Gettin’ to it
What we doin’? What ya doin?
What we doin’? What ya doin?
What we doin’? What ya doin?
What we doin’?
Gettin’ to it
Gettin’ to it
Gettin’ to it
Gettin’ to it

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I am gettin’ to the money
Crocodile dundee
VIP at the bank, I can go on Sunday
At the strip club, two girls in front of me
Bend over hut one, hut two, hut three
Polo on my drawers, Polo on my shirt
Polo on your bra bitch, that Polo, Polo, Polo
Every time you see me takin’ photo after photo
At the red light nigga photo after photo
Stretch to impress, snow on my chest
I don’t like her if she got a ‘fro between her legs
I’m a real nigga, and bitches like real
So you is what I ain’t and it is what it is

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Woah kemosabe, smokin’ is my hobby
Woah kemosabe, big ballin’ is my hobby
Woah kemosabe, I’m matter in the lobby
Then I took her to my room and I got that sloppy toppy
No matter what I’m doing, no matter where I’m going
I am so far ahead I’ll see you niggas in the morning
Two chains on my first chain started cloning
If I die tonight I got a bank roll on me
Versace, cheese on my broccoli
Gold rollie on all you watchin’ all my watches
Stretchin’ out like pilates
Wash it in my condo, suicide doors
Rest in peace to my car door

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Cap.1]
Look, I am gettin’ to that paper ma I’ll see you later
Let the top back all you see is gator
Bad bitch with me got my name on her
She got the five purse pussy got the change on her
All I do is fuckin’ rap and rap and fuck some groupies
Fuck her with the camera rollin’ make a fuckin’ movie
Everywhere I go I’m strapped got that fuckin’ tooly
Shout out to all my niggas in the hood, every city that I roll I’m gucci
Whole team with me, [?] spinnin’, two liter sprite, OZs in it
Double cuppin’ then double up got another chick she want to come for lunch
Got a best friend I made her roll up the blunts, don’t do that check and let the ho get choosin’
South side nigga, ho we coolin’

2 CHAINZ – Yuck!

Yuck Daddy! Yuck!
Yuck Daddy! Yuck!

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Uh, cut the top off, call it Amber Rose
Just bought a big body, time to paint the toes
Known to act a donkey on the camel-toe
Then take the camel-toe and turn it into casserole
2 Chainz talkin’ on the flake’s phone
Poof! Just like that the whole check gone
Former posturepedic I was slept on
So many chains on it look like my neck gone
My girl came through and brought an extra body
Now that’s an after party for the after party
Two-gun game, all black Ferrari
His and her Armani, put it in a tonic
And yeah, the bread good if the head good
Before benihana’s it was canned goods
Before canned goods it was similac
I’m from where they send sharks then we send ‘em back
A half a million dollars worth of crack money
Wrap your parents up, now you got a black mommy
Yeah I did it, true to my religion
Two guns on me, both with extensions
If you on the pole, play your position
I got enough dough to pay your tuition
Corduroy trues, with the skull cap
I just woke up, tell me where the drugs at
And after the drugs, where the girls at
And after the guns, where the love at
And if it ain’t no love, I’m like fuck that
Nigga I’m so dope, you could catch a fuckin’ contact

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Good weed, bad bitch
Got these hoes on my dick like Brad Pitt
Woah, I seen it all before
The bitch got a man, but she schemin’ on the low
How it go? It go, fuck them other niggas cause I’m down for my niggas
My homies got the blickers, automatics no clickers
Huh? Codeine, no liquor
Man, life is a bitch, mine is a gold digger
I’m fucked, let’s fuck
She said she on her period, I said, “Yuck”
I called another bopper, I beat it like a copper
Two big chain, one big chopper, bitch

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I got the chopper for the correspondence
The codeine got me standin’ horizontal
I had enough of the broken promises
So I’m in a room full of Pocahontas-es
And this shit is of the meat rack
Weed sack, big car, layin’ with my seat back
We next, weed never left, holla, we back
All this ice on my and my niggas playing freeze tag
Lord forgive me, this my fourth foreign
If you baby daddy lame, you should forewarn him
I come through with the yapper on
Turn that nigga into hot bologna
I’m the type of nigga cop a Rollie, cop a benz, cop a two
Then wear it all to Church, nigga Hallelu’
Uh, I’m from the trap where the block’ll pay you
Me and my nigga pass your ho like a hot potato
I be like you could get her, he be like you could get her
I be like you could have her, he be like you could have her
He be like, it don’t matter, I be like, me neither
Uh, my old school got twenty-sixes on it
And I got you girl kissin’ on me

[Hook]

[Outro]
Yuck Daddy! Yuck!
Yuck Daddy! Yuck!
Yuck-yuck-yuck Daddy!
Two big chain, one big chopper
Two big chain, one big chopper
Two big chain, one big chopper
Two big chain, one big chopper, bitch

2 CHAINZ – Sway In The Morning Freestyle

My height man,
OK, I got you!
I got you, don’t worry
And I pay, I pay my height man!
Just pay me attention!
So you wanna do it for me [?]
You’ve got make sure my [?]
I got you, I got you
OK!
Guess who’s gonna play those [?]
All right, cool, all right!
My rhyme style real nonchalant
Trust me, rude boy this ain’t what you want
He [?] have you doing summersaults
Then I dump ya trash ass off in the garbage
Every week I get my car washed
This the life of a hustle, this is not a fassaud
And what you’re looking at is not a mirage
You probably seen me at the W having a minage
Performing, smack a lil ass recording
I’m doing 160 for my niggas in Porsches
They say I speeding cause I’m on that far left side
I’m from the South but I’m smoking on the West Side
I’m in my best right,
I let my girl wash clothes on the G4
So I could let em jet dry.
And I’m the best I noticed
And u ain’t even noticed, until I roll up on in a Lotus
Brushing dust on my shoulders like fuck it I’m focus
I’m fucking with bitches, that’s only fucking with soldiers
Listen! I got an old school the color of okra
The tires as wide as Oprah watch it when it approaches
Now listen, peace up! A town down you know I gotta my piece up
So I won’t play around
Got the extra round!
Plus it got a clip on
Pollute ya block I put all that shit on! 2 Chainz…

2 CHAINZ – Pimp C Back

Rest in peace Pimp C! [x3]
Take it off, bitch bend over let me see it! [x4]
(Rest in peace Pimp C!) [x3]

OK, I’ve been the guy, look in the sky
Rain hit my building, make my window cry!
My uncle on that gin, it’s like genocide
We kept ‘em pillows sex we can have a pillow fight
Where my girl left, I wasn’t feeling right!
And despit she extra nice; she start catching feelings, I’m a catch a flight.
She said I hurt her feelings now she’s dating dykes
I’m glad this ain’t no movie, you ain’t acting right. (Tell ‘em!)

[Chorus:]
Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
I said take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it! [x2]

I said take that shit off, bend over.
10 soldiers; We’re the opposite of being sober,
Girls don’t eat soda!
Coidene and cream soda, different weed odors
California, you can smell it in a coma!
They say the world is finna end, so I made me a bucket list,
All I wanna do is just fuck; so this my fucking list!
Even if we ran us a train; you couldn’t fuck with us,
And yeah I got me a bankroll; I need a bunch of ones…

[Chorus:]
Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
I said take that shit off, bend over, let me see it!
Take that shit off, bend over, let me see it! [x2]

[Outro:]
They hollin Pimp C back, now what the fuck is up
Pimp C back, now what the fuck is up [x3]

2 CHAINZ – Riot

Damn right I got it, damn right I got it [x4]

I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet,
Lame niggas be quiet You in the presence of a real nigga
I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet,
Lame niggas be quiet You in the real nigga’s presence

I eat your girl up for breakfast, won’t save you no extras
Say she fuck with me cause a real nigga is her preference
Drinking like I’m from Texas, and you know I stay flexin
And if you don’t know I go by tity two necklace

Damn right I got it, damn right I’m bout it
Click full of killers, please don’t get us excited
Yea I’m smoking loud so lame niggas be quiet
If you fuck with us, we gonna start up a riot

I’m a start a riot, I’m a start a riot [x4]

I ain’t stunnin dese niggas, I ain’t stunnin dese bitches
2 cigar rellos, look like extension
Yeah I’m from the south side, her mouth wide
My pack loud, My gat loud I back out, And click clack pow pow
Court dates Still Trial, My rep is a reptile
Now later, alligators, I step ona work like a step child
Pimp up, hoes down, make your girl pull her clothes down
Her hair down and I’m down
Her phone off so don’t dial
Dis right here is dat no style, I don’t know how I do the shit
I’m true to this
T.R.U. religion, they takin swag with no permission
All year it’s Gucci season, Gs on my belt buckle
Cocaine on my left knuckle, Kill and bury what’s left of you

Damn right I got it, damn right I’m bout it
Click full of killers, please don’t get us excited
Yea I’m smokin loud so lame niggas be quiet
If you fuck with us, we gonna start up a riot

I’m a start a riot, I’m a start a riot [x4]

2 CHAINZ – Stop Me Now

Nothing in the whole wide world can stop me
Ooohhhh Noooothing can stop me
Nothing in the whole wide world can stop me
Oooohh Loving yoooooouuu
Nothing in the whole wide world can stop me
Nothing, Nobody
Can stop me from Loving yooooooouuuu

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Foreign exchange, I walk in the rain, still won’t get wet
Nigga flick up the flame twist up the game switch up the chain
Play peek-a-boo I take ya girl and her friend and do a switch-a-roo
Started with a nick and got a 62 it was memorable my plan is worth diggable
Used to stashing work off in a inner tube in middle school
I worked the trap no interviews just told shawty that I’m in to you I’m the type that make a old school a Bentley coupe turn one to ten that’s what I tend to do it’s an amber alert I gotta missing roof it was black and it was travelling fast I love you now I don’t care about your ratchet past designer shoes matching bags let them niggas pop shit baby we popping tags if I ever fall off I’ll be hopping back got a bad bitch with me told her hop in back my car speak she dark meat I be eating MC’s nigga shark teeth Velourz hoodie I ask em what’s for goody if you are what you eat but I am not a pussy you couldn’t stop me with a bunch of Uzi’s and all we really do is shoot a bunch of movies

[Hook: x2]
Started from the bottom now we at the top graduated from high school and bought a choppa orville red and bocker bitch we got it poppin on the block with that white girl cindy lauper

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
When they saw me they used to think of dope but now when they see me they just think of hope Inspiration no infiltration them niggas hatin I got they bitches naked hand full of ones pocket full of Hunn if I was sellin swag man I woulda sold it to em designer sneaks leather seats they say money talk that’s why you never speak every verse I do is a rest in peace wish this highway to heaven had an extra seat rap game extra sweet big ass charm conversation peice

[Verse 3: Dolla Boy]
Million off rap but the trap was sweeter when dealings on the block all prices cheaper I been doing this since guess and fila they say my entourage each car four deep eight heaters drop the middle man to cut the cost they say my whole click cut from a different cloth and of course we pay the cost with each block that we off ya take off and call back it ain’t our fault that ya lost ya lil bitch ask ya boy bout them forty he lost talk slick Glock forty ya boss now you the president fresher than peppermint whip tint till six bond number nine flow wall street bidness bitch

[Hook: x2]
Started from the bottom now we at the top graduated from high school and bought a choppa orville red and bocker bitch we got it poppin on the block with that white girl cindy lauper
Nothing in the whole wide can stop me
Ooohhhh Noooothing can stop me
Nothing in the whole wide world can stop me
Oooohh Loving yoooooouuu
Nothing in the whole wide world can stop me
Nothing, Nobody
Can stop me from Loving yooooooouuuu

2 CHAINZ – No Lie

I am smoking on that gas, life should be on Cinemax
Movie, Bought my boo bigger tits and a bigger ass
Who he’s, not I, I smoke strong, that Popeye
Louie V’s in my archives, black diamonds, apartheid
Bread up and my top down
On the block with a block out
Hit ya ass with that block out
Dope enough to go in yo nostrils
I take ya girl and kidnap her
Beat her to my mattress
A skeleton in my closet
It’s probably dead ass rappers
It’s probably pussy ass niggas
Don’t try me I pull that trigga
Got ya car note in my cup
And your rent in my swisha
That pussy so good I miss ya
Head game’s so vicious
And all I get is cheese
Like I’m taking pictures

[Hook: Drake]
I say fuck you, ‘less I’m with’ ya
If I take you out of the picture
I know real niggas won’t miss ya
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-I-ee-I
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-I-ee-I
Real niggas, say word,
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Real niggas, say word,
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Real niggas, stay true
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Ye ain’t never told no lie
That’s a thing I don’t do
Nah I just do it for the niggas
That are trying to see a million ‘fore they die
Wattup

[Verse 2: Drake]
2 Chainz and champagne
You want true, that’s true enough
Forbes list like every year
My office is my tour bus
She came through, she brought food
She got fucked, she knew wassup
She think I’m the realest out
And I say “damn, that makes two of us”
Aww that look like what’s her name
Chances are it’s what’s her name
Chances are, if she was acting up
Then I fucked her once and never fucked again
She could have a Grammy, I still treat her ass like a nominee
Just need to know what that pussy like so one time it’s fine with me
Young ass an intern, with money like I built the shit
Streets talking that confirm
Go ask them who just catch shit
Stay keeping my cup full so I’m extra charged like a state tax
Me an’ Chainz go way back
We don’t talk shit, we just say facts (Yes Lord)

[Hook: Drake]
I say fuck you, ‘less I’m with’ ya
If I take you out of the picture
I know real niggas won’t miss ya
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-I-ee-I
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-I-ee-I
Real niggas, say word,
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Real niggas, say word,
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Real niggas, stay true
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Ye ain’t never told no lie
That’s a thing I don’t do
Nah I just do it for the niggas
That are trying to see a million ‘fore they die
Wattup

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Name a nigga that want some
I’ll out rap his ass
I’ll trap his ass
Put his ass in a plastic bag with his trash ass
Take ‘em out, bring ‘em in
Them whole things, 2Pac without a nose ring
Thug Life, one wife, a mistress and a girlfriend
I did what they say I wouldn’t (go)
Went where they say I couldn’t (true)
YSL belt buckle
Ya’ll niggas sure is looking
Ya’ll niggas sure is lucky
2 Chainz on my rugby
Left hand on that steering wheel
Right hand on that pussy

[Hook: Drake]
I say fuck you, ‘less I’m with’ ya
If I take you out of the picture
I know real niggas won’t miss ya
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-I-ee-I
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-I-ee-I
Real niggas, say word,
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Real niggas, say word,
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Real niggas, stay true
Ye ain’t never told no lie
Ye ain’t never told no lie
That’s a thing I don’t do
Nah I just do it for the niggas
That are trying to see a million ‘fore they die
Wattup

2 CHAINZ – Like Me

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
Girl, I’m just another bird
Don’t make me make you fall in love
Don’t make me make you fall in love with a nigga like me, like me
I swear I’m just a bird
Don’t make me make you fall in love with a nigga like me, like me

[2 Chainz]
They ain’t never seen a nigga like me uh
She ain’t never seen a nigga like me uh
Chance of that is unlikely
2 Chainz in my white tee
I wipe her down and I pipe her down
I give my girl money to go out of town
You give your girl money to go to Niketown
And I one-night her, you must like her
Kill niggas with one-liners, all I need is one lighter
Counting so much money, I got arthritis
So cold I frostbite ‘em, no Pig Latin but I hog-tied ‘em
If she gets this business then I (make her fall in love)
With a nigga like me I’m killing this beat
Skeet skeet skeet skeet, skeet on my sheets
On top, from the back, I thundercat like (HOE!)
My girl got a big purse with a purse in it
And her pussy so clean I can go to church in it!
Oh Lord, O-M-G, I am the O-N-E
How ya like me now, it’s cool but she want more D
Moet by the fireplace, this is how desire taste
and I’m ’bout to buy a case (leggo)

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Tell ‘em… yeah
Album coming this summer
Def Jam… TRUUUU!

2 CHAINZ – Money Machine

I told them, get on my level
Bitch, you could get on this shovel
Coke prices high, than which was if a Tony Montana
I just got me a bezel
My slippers is clean
All I wear Tru Religion
I paid a grip for them jeans
I got a lust for the cream
I need a money machine
I need a money machine
I need a money machine
I see you doing your thing, but it ain’t nothing to me
So when you looking at me, I give you something to see

[Verse 1:]
I say I’m incredible, most legible
Schedule ain’t, but I can make your girl flexible, edible
Put her top and call it putting her on my pedestal
You would never know, unless you worked at the bank
Camel toe, look like steak
And your boy look like grate
2 gun bang
And I’m so fly I can sue an airplane
You can tell your girl here, because a cab came
And I keep it 100, I don’t need no spare change
Some do it for the fame, some do it for the fortune
Fortunately I’m famous, 26′s wheel of fortune
And I been riding foreign since the fucking introduction

[Hook:]
I see you doing your thing, it ain’t got nothing to me
So when you looking at me, I give you something to see
I see you doing your thing, it ain’t got nothing to me
So when you looking at me, I give you something to see
I need a money machine
I see you doing your thing, it ain’t got nothing to me
So when you looking at me, I give you something to see

[Verse 2:]
Yo it’s my time to shine, so I’m checking my Rollie
A bet with the Lakers, I bought a necklace off Kobe
I be fucking your girl, I was texting her only
I told her, “I’d like your legs better if they was open”
Ever since the beginning, niggas knew I was focused
Strip club tour started Magic, ended at Strokers
I’m a fucking example of a fucking example
Hit her from the back, nigga, that’s a fucking example
I came up on Luke Campbell, I’m so sick I need Campbells
If you know I’m showing up, I hope you come with your camera
Got the city on swole with my Louis bandana
My car is shitting on niggas, I should ride with a Pamper

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
I give you something to see when you are looking this way
If you approaching with the drama, then we approach with the K
And when you look in my eyes all you see is the pain
On medication, I can drink 200 a day
When you hot in the A, you get a spot in the A
It’s so big that shit look like a spot in the A
These niggas jogging in place and they standing in line
Till somebody rhyme bout beating me, then they start dancing in line
And if swag was a crime, I’d be doing life plus 30
With my ice on early, in all gold knight sterling
Try to cook a brick off a George Foreman
Take a girl, it’ll start spoiling
Living room floor look like a nigga going bowling

[Hook]

[Outro:]
I say it’s my time to get it, my time to shine
I need a hustling trophy, it’s my kind of grind
It’s my time to get it, my time to shine
I need a hustling trophy, it’s my kind of grind, bitch

2 CHAINZ – Murder

Murder, Murder, This Right Here That Murder
Pulled the Car Out The Garage, They Screaming Bloody Murder
Murder, Murder Chalk Line Around Your Daughter
3 Cell Phones and I Still Don’t Ever Call Her

[2 Chainz - Verse 1:]
Murder, Murder, Smoking on that murder
If a girl out with me, Just know she Murder
Murder, Murder, Take Her Ass like Burglar
Then I Put her On the Loud and feed her turkey burgers
Murder, Murder, This is Bloody Murder
All This ice all over me, I should wear a thermos
Murder, Murder, Hit you with the Burner
Hit you with the burner, hit you with the burner

[Hook]

[2 Chainz - Verse 2:]
Murder, Murder, yea I’m killing niggas beats
When I’m out of town and on the stage it’s rest in peace
Murder, Murder Somebody call my lawyer
They said I was killing Tennessee when I was down in Florida
Murder, Murder, my shoes none than a quarter
Rapping with the murder team nobody wanna record us
Murder, Murder Listen to the chorus
Niggas wanna know how I get it when I get
Don’t worry, Just know it’s murder

[Hook]

[Kreayshawn - Verse 3]
This right here is murderous
I’m Mama Kreay the gangsterous
From the East to the West it gets dangerous
When you get that dough on display and shit
Bitches will be hating this
But my mind still climbs for greater-ness
That money that I’m playing with
Put a whole in your head with no blame for it
Saying it
I’m Kaying
Come back to the block and I’m spraying it
Delaying, I’m stopping it
Put a end to your life, I’m blocking it
Your career bitch, you was never on
I heard 2 Chainz blocked you off his phone
Bitch don’t call him if you ain’t ’bout to ho
Bitch don’t call him if you ain’t ’bout the doe

Hello…
Hello…
Hello…
Hello…

2 CHAINZ – Kesha

I am in love, with what we are, not what we should be, and
I am in love (yeah), with what we are (yeah), not what we should be, and
(I love your ass) I am in love, (I love your ass) with what we are (yeah) not what we should be (2 chaaaainnzz)

I love your ass naw for real I love your ass
You done got a little thick but I like to hug your ass
Yea your momma don’t like me don’t giva damn
What I do remain like a ceiling fan
I’m cool and I like to spend on ya
When you with me you don’t really need employment
When you with me you really need another
When you with me you don’t really need a rubber
We make love like chemist when we penetrating, when I first met you girl I was intimidated, you all sophisticated and you educated and you know I like to run I’m a paper chaser,
You a bad bitch girl you a bad bitch and what we have now is more than the average, so before we get married I’m a tell you this, your my wife before and after it

[Hook:]
I am in love, with what we are, not what we should be, and
I am in love, with what we are, not what we should (yeah) be (yeah), and

Start chest to chest then I make you touch your ankles my hair naughty you act naughty and I might spank you, star spangled banner yea I pledge allegiance (allegiance),
Two chains on and they are animic (are animic), I like red pussy when that body brown (brown), and yea on that loud not that bobby brown (brown),
Put her face in the pillow she won’t make a sound (shhhh) every time I take a shot I’m tryna make it count (yeah)
And if she get sad I might buy a bag (bag) and if she get mad I might buy a jag (jag) put a ring around it I can’t wait to make’er down (nope) glad we had a little girl so it can trinkle down (yeah)
Woke up this morning I feel good as fuck (fuck)
If your girl with me you know she good as fuck (fuck)
And I can’t even lie that pussy good as fuck (fuck)
First I pick her up then take her home and pick her up (uuhh)

[Hook:]
I am in love, with what we are, not what we should be, and
I am in love, with what we are, not what we should be, and

2 CHAINZ – Kitchen

I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I’m pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whiffing.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!

I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I’m pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whipping.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!

I go hard in the mother fucker kitchen using baby bottles for the lean
Wifey says I’m tripping, plus I got maybelline smeared right bellow my zipper,
I’m a Kama Sutra reader and a conjure drinker.
Hot on the stove, smoking like reefer
This work ain’t bout shit, that’s why it’s cheaper.
This ho ain’t bout shit, that’s why she’s cheaper,
All we blow is strong, that’s why you weaker!
Wait up, yo status change when you wait up,
Waiting on the meal, I already put my plate up!
Nigga fall back up, already put my rake up,
Every time I leave the booth they put yellow tape up.
Hair weave killa, messing up her make-up,
Pyrex vision and I’m about to cook a cake up.
Get a 4, add a lil water,
Get her in a track, and ride her like a motor!

[Chorus:]
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I’m pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whiffing.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!

I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I’m pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whipping.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!

[Young Jeezy:]
It’s just a three watches, asshole!
One platinum, one white, one rose gold
Drive a solid gold Rolls to the Rose Bowl.
Rose in the club for my rose home!
Man fuck these niggas I got blow goals,
I count money all night, I need some no-doze,
Here to try, I want it easy, I need a bankroll
All the money I the trunk, bitch the bank roll
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen, nigga,
Got me standing at that water like I’m fishing, nigga!
Never know about me, I pull a bass out
Drop a 250 in and pull a half out
Had to do it for the town and the trap niggas
Me and 2 chains, it’s over for you rap niggas!
And nothin says butter like parkay
And nothin make them J’s stutter like hard yay

[Chorus:]
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I’m pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whiffing.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!

I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I’m pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whipping.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!

It started in the kitchen, king of the whipping,
Denzel in glory, tear drop was missing!
Just like the roof is riding in that Chris Brown,
Two seater deuces, peeling like I skip town!
Pocket full of brick money, neck full of black gold,
Black diamonds got the Jesus piece like [?]
That’s 2 chainz. I’m [?] I’m for everyone I cook I make [?].
Mary Kate and Ashley, Tia and Tamara, 2 in the 4 like the Porsche Panamara
Look in the mirror, look in the mirror, vision clouded by the coke
Ain’t makin it clearer!
I make it look easy, I rap it up greezy
Bandana around the brick, I make him look jeezy,
But I push the ton of it get the name right,
Who else could fly and then land on the same flight? Pushhh

[Chorus:]
I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I’m pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whiffing.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!

I go hard in the mother fucking kitchen,
Whole thang half thang, nigga I’m pitching!
Hit him with the soda make a nigga start whipping.
Hit you with a choppa make a nigga start flipping!

2 CHAINZ – Letter To Da Rap Game

This my letter to the rap game
Hip hop, I’m a product of the trap mane
Crack came, I didn’t know how to act mane
I did what I had to do when the pack came
This is my letter to the rap game
Hip hop, I’m a product of the trap mane
Crack came, I didn’t know how to act mane
I did what I had to do when the pack came

[2 Chainz]
Wu-Tang Clan, they ain’t nothin to fuck, wait
2 Chainz ain’t nothing to fuck with
Need search warrants cause these niggaz is suspects
All I talk is money so Chainz is the subject

[Chorus]

[2 Chainz]
Came in this motherfucker hundred grand strong
To be exact, grinding the kush pact
Ride with the roof back, live with a suit act
Killing em, so I am dying my suit black
Dear rap game, you are ill homie
Havin me thinking we were gon’ make some real money
Came from the streets, I’m a beast, capiche?
Lock my dick in the mail by the bills held
And hey rap game, the real comin’
The way I’m murking these niggaz hope your will comin’
And when you’re numb, it’s kind of hard to feel somethin’
I’m the type to get rich and still hustle, yeah
And before I leave let me say this, play this
Have my niggaz dead or in jail like Asic
Face it, back to the basics
2 Chainz on them bitches, looking like Vegas, the greatest

[Chorus]

[Dolla Boy]
My worlds coming to an end, speaking philosophical
Six’s on the coupe, when they said it was impossible
Got the type of guns to make the city feel uncomfortable
And we breaking bricks down, till the last molecule
Cherish the horizon, sun blessed party, hey
Thinking ’bout this business, and it’s time that I gave away
Trying to make a plan today, niggaz on there way
Locked in confinement, gotta learn to levitate
And on the inside, my instinct, I survive
All I got left is pride, touchdown, I’mma ride
I was raised as a boss
Damn, I let a nigga take me off
And let him tell Josh that his pops was soft
Mothafucker

[Chorus]

[Raekwon]
Rocking blood diamonds, cooling in the hood with the goons
Came on this, Cam is trying to buy us some Guccis
It’s a movie made, regardless, my crooks is the hardest
Buying crazy pots and pans, stay in apartments
Bank roll was all we ever needed
While niggaz was weeded, playing space, and pumping crack in the ceiling
Just fly young with heart, I sift in the park
Made sales, blazed a few shells, yeah who cares who you are
I’m honest, I make you cry like onions
Stay in your lane, beat the name and we done
I was legend yet, now my papar stretching, yeah, that’s it
Go ask the Rocky Glass, “I class act?”
Villas, moving-making guerrillas, the willas
The guest-star gun fights, squeeze on the squealers
Don’t come near me, nigga
If you don’t got no money, fear me
Matter fact, move it, ya hear me?

2 CHAINZ – I Feel Good

Whip cold, get dough, different flows
I killed the last beat, I’m out on parole
You know the code, point scene, money gone
You know what I’m on, pass the styrofoam

[Hook:]
Oh I feel good, oh I feel good
Oh I feel good, oh I feel good
Oh I feel good, oh I feel good
Oh I feel good, oh I feel good

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Hey, motivated, woke up like I’m gonna make it
I had a dream I seen Serena playin’ tennis naked
Formulate a plot, conversate with Glocks
Bang bang motherfucker this is gun talk
I got a fresh pair step and get fresh air
Yves St. Laurent spring collect wear, yeah
And I’ve been on my paper route
A lot of zeros in my motherfuckin’ bank account

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
One of a kind, Bond Number Nine
Powder on my chest, diamonds on my neck
I drop the work and make it back flip
I’m a walking poster child for Saks Fifth
In the catalog where it say next year
Put my order in this is Corvette gear
In the T top with her knees cocked
I’m so motherfuckin’ high nigga tree top

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
I feel good, laid back, feet up
I know my money low, I just re’d up
Got my car, no keys but
Left the Gucci store, all G’d up
Yeah, on to the next one
If you see smoke, that’s our section
If you see ho’s, that’s our selection
At the strip club during a recession

2 CHAINZ – I’m Different

I’m different, yeah I’m different [x3]
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing [x4]
Middle finger up to my competition
I’m different, yeah I’m different [x3]
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing

[Verse 1]
Pull to the scene, but my roof gone
When I leave the scene, bet your boo gone
And I beat the pussy like a new song
2 Chainz but I got me a few on
Everything hot, skip lukewarm
Tell shawty to bust it open, Uncle Luke on
Got the present for the present and a gift wrapping
I don’t feel good, but my trigger happy
But the stripper happy, but they wish had me
And I wish a nigga would, like a kitchen cabinet
And me and you are cut from a different fabric
I fucked her so good it’s a bad habit
Bitch sit down, you got a bad atti’
Gave her the wrong number and a bad addy
You ain’t going nowhere like a bad navi
Ass so big, I told her to look back at it
Look back at it, look back at it
Then I put a fat rabbit on the Craftmatic
I am so high… attic
I am so high like a… attic

[Hook]
I’m different, yeah I’m different [x3]
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing [x4]
Middle finger up to my competition
I’m different, yeah I’m different [x3]
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing

[Verse 2]
2 Chainz got your girl on the celly
And when I get off the celly
I made her meet at the telly
When she meet at the telly
I put it straight in her belly
When it go in her belly, it ain’t sh*t you can tell me
Hair long, money long
Me and broke niggas we don’t get along
Hair long, money long
Me and broke niggas we don’t get along
I paid a 1,000 dollars for my sneakers
Ye told ya, a 100k for a feature
Eee-err Eee-err, sound of the bed
Beat it up, beat it up, then I get some head
Well I might get some head, then I beat it up
I don’t give a fuck, switch it up, nigga live it up
Yeah it’s going down, so get up
Might valet park a Brinks truck

[Hook]
I’m different, yeah I’m different [x3]
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing [x4]
Middle finger up to my competition
I’m different, yeah I’m different [x3]
Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing

2 CHAINZ – In Town

Girl I’m on that clean shit, you already know
You ain’t never seen this, I’m ready to go
I got em saying, I, I, I, I, I, I
I know I’ve been away
But I, I, I, I, I, I
I’m in your city today

[Hook: Mike Posner]
I know you love me
And I know you’re down
Cause we always end up fucking Every time I’m in town
Every time I’m in town (Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh)
Every time I’m in town (Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh)

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Baby I just landed, you gon pick me up
Heard you like to squirt, I might lick it up
Conspicuous, I speed it up
And I slow it down like I’m on Robitussin
I’m known for crushing, your know for blushing
Oh what was that
You blowing kisses, I throw em back, pull into that culdesac
Back then no chauffeur, back seat like a sofa
One leg on my shoulder, other leg and it’s over

[Hook: Mike Posner]

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Met her once and you missed me, girl you crazy
No makeup on, your still pretty lady
And you beautiful, inside and outside
I don’t know if I should buy my wife a house, or make you my house wife
You call me, I come through
You pass out, I come too
Dippin it like fondue, spinach dip, cheese stick
Appetizers, entrees, it’s you in that lingerie
As far as race, youse first place, I’m only on time for one date

[Hook: Mike Posner]

[Outro: Mike Posner]
Girl I’m on that clean shit, you already know
You ain’t never seen this, I’m ready to go
I got em saying, I, I, I, I, I, I
I know I’ve been away
But I, I, I, I, I, I
I’m in your city today

2 CHAINZ – I Luv Dem Strippers

Let’s play big bank take little bank
You are looking at a shark in a fish tank
When I’m in the kitchen, I make plenty cash
Tell shawty come here, she got plenty ass

[Hook: 2 Chainz (x2)]
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
So when I back back, I’m fronting on you niggas

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
First I back back, Louie backpack
Where’s Paris Hilton? Where’s Kat Stacks?
I’m Rambo with this ammunition, my camo come from Tru Religion
Them broke hoes can’t pay attention, your cutie missing, New Edition
Mr. Telephone man, there’s something wrong with my line
When I call my baby’s number, I get a click every time
Every line is dope, you can snort it
Working in the pot, I can make you do aerobics
I’m haterphobic, they mad cause I’m winning
They busy high and catching, mad cause I’m pinching
All my bitches different, all my diamonds glistening
My weed so loud, everybody listen
They say it’s for the birds, so I bought a kilo
My Boost Mobile chirping, it must be my amigo

[Hook: 2 Chainz (x2)]
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
So when I back back, I’m fronting on you niggas

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
2 Chainz, you fucking crazy, motherfuckers know I’m fucking crazy
Fuck wrong with these bitches lately?
Bitches better get on they knees and praise me
Bitch, I rep that rich gang. Where’s Stunna? Where’s Wayne?
That’s red on my wristband, SB, Mack Maine
Tell Tyga, lookin’ for this bitch called Blac Chyna
Take a nigga bitch in a hot flash, menopause hot flash
Yes that’s why I’m crowned queen, and I ain’t lookin’ for the prom king
These hoes’ careers ain’t promising, killing these bitches – crime scene
Oh, that’s how a bitch do it
Fifty black trucks gonna follow when I pull up
This shit hit you in the chin like a pull up
My door so cocky, my door so stuck up
Oh, hop up out the space car
Bitches stay pressed, I call them a space bar
Man I wish a bitch would, hundred-thousand dollar engine,
I wish a bitch could

[Hook: 2 Chainz (x2)]
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
Yeah, I luv dem strippers
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
So when I back back, I’m fronting on you niggas

[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
Wait I don’t even think these niggas understood what the fuck I just said
I said, hundred-thousand dollar engine
I wish a bitch could, like the little engine that could
2 Chainz!

2 CHAINZ – Extremely Blessed

Baby let’s roll away
Get lost in the day
I love that you love what you do
And just like any other girl, baby I’ll love you the same
I know you gotta go, the DJ is calling you to the stage
Go ahead baby, do your thing

[Hook: The-Dream]
Honey complexion
Body of a goddess
22s on the Lexus, named Alexis
By the way of Texas
Big face Rolexes
While she’s undressing, man I’m stressing
She’s extremely blessed, extremely blessed
Extremely blessed, extremely blessed
Extremely blessed, extremely blessed
She’s extremely blessed, extremely blessed

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Give us this day our daily bread
If you a chicken head, go somewhere and lay some eggs
I make you, make your bed, take that head
I got a move that’ll break your leg, know what I’m talking about
Known to kill pussy, nigga chalk it out
Our first date was the Waffle House
Different day, different escapades
If they don’t like it they opinion like Escalade’s
Everybody got one

[Hook: The-Dream]
Honey complexion
Body of a goddess
22s on the Lexus, named Alexis
By the way of Texas
Big face Rolexes
While she’s undressing, man I’m stressing
She’s extremely blessed, extremely blessed
Extremely blessed, extremely blessed

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Yeah
She slow grinded the whole time
I told her have a seat, you sitting on a gold mine
Big ass, long hair, thick thighs
Eat lobster tail like french fries
I’m the type to buy you a car for the fifth time
This skinny nigga doing big time
Oh wait, dinner dates I demonstrate how to penetrate
If you ain’t wit’ it, then it’s elimi-date

[Hook: The-Dream]
Honey complexion
Body of a goddess
22s on the Lexus, named Alexis
By the way of Texas
Big face Rolexes
While she’s undressing, man I’m stressing
She’s extremely blessed, extremely blessed
Extremely blessed, extremely blessed
Extremely blessed, extremely blessed
She’s extremely blessed, extremely blessed

[Outro: The-Dream]
Baby let’s roll away
Get lost in this day
Say it’s okay
Come to me
Extremely blessed, extremely blessed
Extremely blessed, extremely blessed

2 CHAINZ – Ghetto Dreams

My ghetto dreams always turn to ghetto nightmares

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
At night I can’t sleep, I toss and turn
Candlesticks in the dark
I was whippin’ it hard
I was gettin’ the broads that like “who the hell is that”
I Was Dealing Sap
You Looking at a Nigga That Drove To Hell And Back
Charismatic I Was Raised By An Addict With Money In The Attic
Got Goons While You At It At This Present Time I’m Out Of My Mind And That’s A Habit
Still Got Them Waiting In Line They Gotta Have

[Hook: John Legend]
Last Night Was The First Night I Got Sleep
Tossing And Turning For Two Or Three Weeks
My Nightmares Are Triggered By Bad Memories
Lord, Send Me An Angel Right Now While I’m Having Ghetto Dreams

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Cold sweats listenin’ to the old sweat
One, two that’s a ho check
Now for real, nigga this a whole check
Just bossin’ around, polo sweats
Used to dream about a bigger couch
Woke up in a bigger house, c’mon
Commas in my bank account
So much money I had to let the banker count

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Scarface]
It’s like the world stand still
Yesterday your little man got killed
And all he ever wanted was a bank roll
But he died too young kuz the game cold
Most niggas ain’t know or they just think slow
Once you get in you gotta leave but you can’t though
Does freedom make a motherfucker evil
To the point down your ass when he see you
Let’s take that needle, fill it with poison
Inject the ghetto with the drug, paranoia
Got you lookin’ at your homeboy sideways
Ain’t no honor among thieves?
They tell me crime pays, but I don’t think so
Because every criminal I know is in the clink, yo
A nigga in the game right now
Must be working for them people cause that shit played out

[Outro: John Legend]
I lay awake in my four corner room with the candles

2 CHAINZ – Countdown

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Lights out, countdown
Want you to take it off, right now
This the countdown
About to where you out
Just wanna get up in like, yeah
Lights out, countdown
Want you to take it off, right now
This the countdown
About to where you out

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Lights out, take your shirt off
My phone ringing for some work, bird call
Then I take your girl, and swerve off
Drop it in, load off
Facial expression, it started off with a text and
The texting ended up special
And now you next to a blessing
It’s me, especially when I’m looking in your direction
If love is a drug then I’m arrested for your possestion

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
24/7, 365 on them inner thighs
I memorize what I did when I’m inside
That in and out, that up and down
That side to side
I spray paint them walls, I vandalize
Crab legs by candle light
I break’em open, like I break you open
Break you off, countdown, I’m taking off
You a hard worker baby, knew you shouldn’t date a boss
5-4-3-2-1, I’m taking off
Gone

[Hook]

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Please don’t make it easy
Cause I’m a want you
All night
And you got something to teach me
And baby when I get it, I’m a get in it
And make love, love

[Hook]