Scene 1: Welcome 2 Collegrove lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne
[50 Cent:]
Let me tell you a story about these two guys
That eventually became brothers
You got this kid named Tune
Tunechi, some shit like that
Straight out of 17th of New Orleans
Been rich since he was like thirteen, fourteen years old
He came with his own style
They tried to steal his shit
He ended up puttin' the whole game on his back
Had clientele for years and always had good product
And then you got Slim from the Southside of Atlanta
Loved playin' basketball, he a real Mama's boy
And that's how he got the name Tity Boi
Slicker than a spill of oil
Soon as he got his hands on his first pack
He flipped that, he never looked back
And when they met up and devised a plan
On how to take over the land
It kind of went like this
Welcome 2 Collegrove
G6 lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne
[Part I]
Collegrove
Yup
Lit, bitch, I'm the shit
I'm a real walkin' lick, spent a brick on my fit
I show up in this bitch, sick as throw up in this bitch
Lookin' like I wore a fuckin' jewelry store up in this bitch
Wait, Sqad Up, that's my fuckin' skate team, nigga (The gang)
You don't want that real smoke, you vaping, nigga (No way)
To be safe, none of my guns on safety, nigga
Who the fuck I look like? Ed Reed, nigga?
Coupe on ultraviolet (Yeah)
Tunechi on narcotics, so my pupils always hidin'
All those Bugle Boys you wearin', all you stupid need designer
Sippin' soup up out the styro', drippin' too hard for Poseidon
And my semi-automatic, and my drip on autopilot
And my jewelry on sarcastic, my money on plastic
When it comes to dead presidents, I'm a bastard
And all my bitches passive, and all my hoes erotic
And my dick on automatic, and my drip on autopilot (Yeah)
Drippin' so hard, might go on a water diet (Diet)
Diamonds on her tongue 'cause she geekin' off the molly (Molly)
Don't bring me no ones, I blow funds on her body (Body)
Blow funds on her body, bitch, my drip on autopilot
[Part II]
So you know, another guest just walked into Nicki Minaj TV
And I just asked him what, what that fragrance that he had on
And he had to get real cocky and pop his collar
So let, let him do it on, on TV (Toni!)
You probably seen me with a double-cup glued to my hand
Baby, ask your friend what she gon' do for this band
I'm the realest one in here, I'ma tell you in advance
Take this G6, you might wake up in Japan, yeah
Probably seen me with a double-cup in my hand
Baby, ask your friend what she gon' do for this band
I'm the realest one in here, I'ma tell you in advance
Take this G6, you might wake up in Japan (Toni!)
Got the city on my back, I might need shoulder pads (Ayy, ayy)
Tried to DM me, now seeing my shoes in photographs
Difference 'tween my watch and yours is the chronograph
Quarter-half, whole thangs, I put diamonds on toe rings
Say she love my protein
Money pull my pants down, I'ma need a drawstring
Ask me, did I have anything to eat? I told her, "Cocaine"
Big flames out the muzzle
Customers was often puzzled at the fact that I was humble
They say, "Life a bitch," I'ma smut her, need a couple rubbers
Had a girl named Nina, all we used to do was smoke and cuddle
You already know, I need a couple million on the double
Anybody seen my ceiling? (Where?)
My nigga got locked up and started sellin' dope in prison
Yeah (Fuck you talkin' 'bout?)
Yeah, the truth my religion (Southside, uh)
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom (Tru)
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Yeah, the truth my religion, turn up!
You probably seen me with a double-cup glued to my hand (Yeah)
Baby, ask your friend what she gon' do for this band (Fuck that shit)
I'm the realest one in here, I'ma tell you in advance (Realest one)
Take this G6, you might wake up in Japan, yeah (Woo)
Big Diamonds lyrics - 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & 21 Savage
Big diamonds, big dog, big shinin'
Hit him all in the stomach, fucked up his linin'
Could've caught him at that Wendy's, it was bad timin' (21)
Do a nigga mob style, hit him while he dinin'
Uh, told your fuckin' ass I'll be back
Now them niggas goin' crazy tryna sign me back
Like some play, say Young Money nigga for sure
Camped out in front your house, we just lit up some smores
Now these niggas want bars, Butterfingers, Snickers, and Mars
Seven days a week, bet a nigga armed
Yeah, Fresh, we done done it, did it without stuntin'
Countin' money, need a calculator
The crib got a elevator, you not a skater
We got you on the floor, paint your ass red
Turn this bitch into an art show
Now on the left side, we got the brand-new Benz
And on the inside, got brand-new MAC-10s
And in the middle of the night, niggas'll find you
Me and 2 Chainz, bitch, we the new Big Tymers
Manny Frres on the beat, he a true Big Tymer
Foreign cars (Cars)
Foreign broads (Broads)
Hoes with no bras (Yeah)
Neighborhood like big drawers
I'm a G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T)
What you know? (Know)
What's the score?
You hurtin', I front you ten kilos
I like women (Women)
That like women (Women)
That like grinnin' (Grinnin')
That like swimmin' (Swimmin')
That's lightskinnin' (Skinnin')
Or darkskinnin' (Skinnin')
They skinny-dippin' (Dippin')
You penny pitchin' (Pictin')
You pussy pimpin' (Pimpin')
Or pussy poppin' (Poppin')
I'm want it, nigga (Ayy)
I'm on a mission (Ayy)
I gotta get it (Get it)
'Cause me and Tune (Yeah)
Like fuckin' siblings (Ooh)
You fuckin' gimmick (Yeah)
You fuckin' with us (Yeah)
You get whacked (Whacked)
Your wig cracked (Crack)
A big sacks (Yeah)
I shot ball (Ayy)
I pitch crack (Ayy)
I dig that (Ayy)
I'm raw, nigga (Yeah)
No zig-zag (Yeah)
My bitch bad (Bad)
Her bitch bad (Bad)
You funny, nigga (Funny)
A Sinbad (Yeah)
I sit back (Yeah)
I get bags (Bags)
I baow-baow, I click-clack
Big diamonds, big dog, big shinin'
Hit him all in the stomach, fucked up his linin'
Could've caught him at that Wendy's, it was bad timin' (21)
Do a nigga mob style, hit him while he dinin' (21)
Marble floors, I got bulletproof doors (21)
Rappin' off the head like I'm Wayne, like I'm Hov (Facts)
Grew up 'round them cutthroats, I be on my toes
Old killer from my hood, stopped that clean 'cause he throwed (21)
She wanna fuck a young gangsta, I know, facts
Real deal player, I ain't never kissin' toes (21)
You know I'm in a rush, baby, come up out that robe
I pull up, she wet already, she been playin' with her robe (Goddamn, oh shit)
Damn, she done squirted on my clothes (21)
If we in the party, then we came for the hoes (21)
Open the dispensary, I got free smoke (21)
Fuck a top spot, nigga, I came for the GOAT (Pussy)
I'm a dog, German Shepard, Great Dane (Yeah)
He got money, but his ass still a lame (Yeah)
On the pole, shake that ass, do your thing
She from the Southside, down the street from Flocka Flame (On God)
Stick left him So So Def, but I don't know Jermaine (21)
How your watch a million dollars and it look plain? (21)
I'm worth eight figures, so I really can't complain (On God)
I tried to play your album, every song sound the same
Big diamonds, big dog, big shinin'
Hit him all in the stomach, fucked up his linin'
Could've caught him at that Wendy's, it was bad timin' (21)
Do a nigga mob style, hit him while he dinin' (21)
Presha lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne
Yo, this shit is unbelievable
Bangladesh
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure, pressure
Need some pressure
Need some pressure
This shit pressure
This shit pressure (Pressure)
Two BBL, you know she extra (Know she extra)
Got that stank walk, but clean as a whistle (Whistle)
In the kitchen, scale, fork, and a pistol (And a pistol)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah, we cookin' now (Cookin' now)
You know this shit pressure, 'cause they lookin' now (They lookin' now)
Say look out for me, but they wasn't lookin' out (Lookin' out)
Got your shit together suki, suki now (Suki, suki now)
More refills on me, you know we lit, lit (Lit, lit)
They gon' run this back just like a pick six (Pick six)
I done fell in love with a thick bitch (Thick bitch)
I done fell in love with a rich bitch (Go 2)
Shawty know she pressure, talkin' high blood (High blood)
Put two girls together like a hybrid (Like a hybrid)
You know I been trappin' since the dial-up (Dial-up)
If they gon' hate, then let 'em hate, the money pile up (Woo)
When your friend call, say, "Hello, pressure speakin'" (Pressure speakin')
Towel under door, but the pressure reakin' (Yeah)
I done took a shroom with the 42 (Shit)
I done start whistlin' like 42 (Shit)
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure, pressure
Need some pressure
Need some pressure
This shit pressure
Uh, pressure busts pipes, the weapons talk nice
I only bust twice, 'cause I'm so precise
The foreign run nice, I'm whorin' all night
I don't handcuff her, and I read her her rights
I'm on that pressure, she on that bass
I'm on that treble, I'm on her level
She say her brother, he got them birds
We ruffle his feathers
Watch what you tell us, pressure cooker
Extra hard got my section full of
Smokin' dope, you can smell the boogers
Break your nose like Devin Booker
And all my hoes some second lookers
And I got bros with extra blickers
And I got Nina and I got Maggie
And they both got extra sisters
I be puttin' pressure on the plug
I get treated special by the plug
The feds puttin' pressure on me
But I don't even sweat in hot tubs
I be puttin' pressure on my lungs
I'ma fill the whole blunt with pressure
Like a stack of a hundred ones
You still will fold under pressure, lil' bitch
Pressure (Yeah)
Pressure (Yeah)
Pressure, pressure (Yeah, yeah)
Need some pressure (Yeah, yeah)
Need some pressure, pressure (Yeah)
This shit pressure (Lil' bitch)
This shit pressure (Pressure)
Two BBL, you know she extra (Extra)
Got that stank walk, but clean as a whistle (Whistle)
In the kitchen, scale, fork, and a pistol (Pistol)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah, we cookin' now (We cookin' now)
You know this shit pressure, 'cause they lookin' now (They lookin' now)
Say look out for me, but they wasn't lookin' out (Wasn't lookin' out)
Got your shit together suki, suki now (Suki, suki now)
Pressure, pressure (Suki, suki now)
Pressure, pressure (Suki, suki now)
Pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure (Suki, suki now)
Long Story Short lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne
This life gon' be the death of me
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (Blunt)
Blunt to my lips, gun on my (Blunt, blunt)
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Wake up, light the blunt I put out 'fore I fell asleep
My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys
My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee
You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me
And she don't care where I skeet, hit that ho from hair to feet
She walk out here, she wearin' me, I talk my shit, she smellin' me
And all I hear is jealousy, I call them niggas jelly beans
Love my trigger finger so much, I bought it a wedding ring, yeah
Yeah, let's get married
Cut off his head and the rest get buried
Cross on my head like a Presbyterian
Tell him he dead and upset his parents
Tears get shed only if you carin'
Right on his head, see the red beam blarin'
Two twelve gauges like twenty four karats, hol' up
Ain't that a bitch? I might bang at your bitch
If I go at her neck, I might hang that lil' bitch
Scope on the TEC and it came with that shit
I could hit you up from any range with that bitch
Got papers on Draco, a case in Laredo
You fuck with me wrong, I'ma bake your potato
I twist his head up just like a tornado
Pull out the toast, I'm like, "Leggo my Eggo"
I buss down a Quaalude, fuck on a gay ho
Can't find a straight a ho, but I ain't complainin'
That's how my day go, I said, "Okay, ho"
I been on my Jay, ho, I'm Ben and she J.Lo
She been to Barbados, I take her to Caicos
All of this bread and she can't get a bagel
All of that said, I can't really stay though
I hop in the Lamb' and crank it like Fabo, I'm gone
Wake up, light the blunt I put out 'fore I fell asleep
My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys
My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee
You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me
I make you cum, you cannot leave, I drown my heart in kerosene
A+ off in parenting, get my kids damn near everything
'Fore you get a wedding ring, better get her ass a belly ring
Soon as I start trappin', man, my phone, it wouldn't even barely ring
I don't compete, but you can't compete
Plain Jane, Patek Phillippe
I'm with my lady, we came to eat
My stomach, you'd think that it changed the beat
We on a date, make it rain some ones
They want no change, but the change gon' come
Soon as I say it, it's said and done
And my screensaver my favorite gun
I'm rockin', I'm swervin'
I'm poppin', detergent
Get money, it's urgent
God bless her surgeon
I rub my hands, Birdman
Double cup, lean head
I done been the weed man
It's a blessin' you ain't dead
I keep it rollin' like paraplegic
I'm better, believe it, you better believe it
Ho bitin' on me like every mosquito
I'm wearin' shades, think I'm starin' at people
I did the math and ain't no way we equal
This Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel, mm, mm
This Collegrove 2 and so this is the sequel
Wake up, light the blunt I put out 'fore I fell asleep
My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys
My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee
You livin' life vicariously, this life gon' be the death of me
Blunt
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Blunt to my lips, gun on my (Blunt, blunt)
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (Blunt, blunt)
This life gon' be the death of me
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (Blunt)
Blunt to my lips, gun on my (Blunt, blunt)
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip (Blunt)
This life gon' be the death of me
Scene 2: Duffle Bag Boys lyrics - Lil Wayne
[50 Cent:]
Woo, I told you, these niggas is crazy
Dope selling, shootouts in broad day
This kid Tune lost his fuckin' mind
Tattooed his forehead to his toes, man
Streets sayin' he walkin' around with a stick in his duffle bag
Ayy, and Slim, or Toni as the streets call him
Ridin' around with a duffle bag full of work
Now go and get your money, little duffle bag boy
Millions From Now lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne
Yeah (How to make it here, 101)
Southside (Make sure everybody first hearin' it)
Uhh, attention, Toni
A million dollars from now, I won't remember you
A million dollars from now, I won't remember your ass (Remember your ass)
A million dollars from now, I won't remember you (I won't remember you)
A million dollars from now, I won't remember your ass
Soon as I land, they come with a bag
Tell her, I just got it, it don't have a tag
I fuck with the strippers, they helpin' my brand
On Lanvins, the shoes laces look like a crayon
Told 'em, "No biggie, I'm makin' them bands"
Flight that go overseas, I take a Xan'
I get a deal and then I get some equity
When I get money then I'll buy some land
Yeah, I got G.O.A.T. with me, know what I'm sayin'?
She got some good throat, you know what I'm sayin'?
Been in the kitchen, you know I ain't payin'
You can ask chef, let me know how I pan out
Garage full of food, and I'm gon' pull the Lamb' out
Mm, yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?
The handshake I gave you was my last handout
Mm, yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?
A million dollars from now, I won't remember you (I won't remember you)
A million dollars from now, I won't remember your ass (Yeah)
A million dollars from now, I won't remember you (I won't remember you)
A million dollars from now, I won't remember your ass
A million dollars from now
I won't remember you, I done forgot
I won't forget how I got what I got
Cry me a river 'cause I'm on a yacht
Stack night after night, after commas it's dots
Remind me, forgot that it's slime over thots
Don't make me pop, cast a nine on the opps
It's Tunechi and Titty Boi, minus the bra
Wait, a million dollars from now
I'ma feel like I'm a million dollars away
I done put all this ice on me, this Jesus Christ
It look like it cost a million dollars to pay
Lookin' like I make a million dollars a day
Fly as fuck, that's a flight with no delay
Wait, a million dollars from now
Got nine hundred nine-nine million dollars to make, shit
A million dollars from now, I won't remember you (I won't remember you)
A million dollars from now, I won't remember your ass (Yeah)
A million dollars from now, I won't remember you (I won't remember you)
A million dollars from now, I won't remember your ass
Crazy Thick lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne
[Lil Wayne:]
Hell no
Hell no, I didn't perform at this bad ass bitch birthday party recently
She was crazy stupid thick
(Thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick)
(Thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick, thick)
I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W
Still don't cum in you, still beat W, N-E-W, R-A-W, still don't come
I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W
Still don't cum in you, stick my thumb and I still go dumb in a bad ass bitch
I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W
Still don't cum in you, still go dumb in you, stick my thumb in you
Both legs up, I'm finna go fuckin' you
Fuck from the back, that's pillow to smother you
Shut the fuck up, I don't hear no mumblin'
Eat the bitch up then spit my gum in it (Bad ass bitch)
Ooh, she thick thick (Ooh)
I hit her ass with that heavy dick (Ooh)
She wear them pants, they fit fit (Ooh)
Pussy so fat got an imprint (Ooh)
Pussy so fat got an imprint (Ooh)
She got that ass with that lift lift (Ooh)
She throw it back like a quick pitch (Ooh)
I hit that shit like I'm Ken Griffey, alright
Ooh, she super bad, alright
She got a stupid ass, alright
I know what to do with that, alright
Skeet in her booty crack, alright
Ooh, she thick thick (Uh)
I don't give a fuck 'bout no big tits (Uh)
I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch
I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch, I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch
I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch, I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch
I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch (Uh)
[Lil Wayne (2 Chainz):]
I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W
Still don't cum in you, still beat W, N-E-W, R-A-W, still don't come
I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W
Still don't cum in you, stick my thumb and I still go dumb in a bad ass bitch
I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W
Still don't cum in you, still go dumb in you, stick my thumb in you
Both legs up, I'm finna go fuckin' you
Fuck from the back, that's pillow to smother you
Shut the fuck up, I don't hear no mumblin'
Eat the bitch up then spit my gum in it (Yeah, Toni)
[2 Chainz:]
Know a bad ass bitch, you can't have that bitch
Put a rubber at the head of the magic stick
How mad she look, I'm like, yeah, she thick
Head wig killer, her head is slick
Whole party straight, her wig get laid
Fuckin' on her in a tennis chain
Pussy so good, made me make my plan
Lickin' on me even killed my rain
She want some bands, alright, alright
Rover sedan, alright, alright
You know I ain't playin', alright, alright
I got a plan, alright, alright
I'm Peachtree hustlin', Southside customer, I got a strain to light
I went to paradise with a pair of dice, with a pair of dykes, hmm
With a pair of dykes, did you hear that?
[Lil Wayne:]
I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W
Still don't cum in you, still beat W, N-E-W, R-A-W, still don't come
I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W
Still don't cum in you, stick my thumb and I still go dumb in a bad ass bitch
I fuck BBW, N-E-W, R-A-W
Still don't cum in you, still go dumb in you, stick my thumb in you
Both legs up, I'm finna go fuckin' you
Fuck from the back, that's pillow to smother you
Shut the fuck up, I don't hear no mumblin'
Eat the bitch up then spit my gum in it (Bad ass bitch)
[Lil Wayne (2 Chainz):]
I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch, I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch
I can't do nothin' with no lil' bitch
Mula Baby
(Tru)
Transparency lyrics - 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Usher
Life, life
Need you in my life
Need you in my life
(Hitmaka)
She said (2 Chainz), "It's so hard to reach"
Don't know what you're really lookin' for
Tell me if you need to
Tell me I'm the one you're lookin' for
Don't wanna be a secret
Transparency, when you look at me
You know I can teach you (Ooh, yeah)
"Teach you everything, show you everything" (2 Chainz)
I can't even lie, sometimes I ain't shit (Nah)
But I'd die for you, and that's some real shit (For real)
I finally got one that make me say, "This my shit"
She so thick, it's kinda hard to say skinny dip (Ooh)
Joint ventures, put the cribs in rotation (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm cuffin', put the pussy on probation (I did)
She need suntan lotion for this vacation
You might get a postcard from this location
She said, "It's so hard to reach" (Yeah)
Don't know what you're really lookin' for (Alright)
Tell me if you need to (To)
Tell me I'm the one you're lookin' for
Don't wanna be a secret
Transparency, when you look at me
You know I can teach you (Ooh)
Teach you everything, show you everything"
Transparency
What you see is what you get, that's clarity
See my heart through my eyes, that's magically
I see your soul through your clothes, that's anatomy
She see through me like binoculars, she got Cyclops in her
I see me in her esophagus like I got on oculars
I know you see us, no disguisin' us, no camouflagin' us
That love is obvious and transparent if you watchin' us
She said, "It's so hard to reach" (Yeah, oh)
Don't know what you're really lookin' for
Now tell me if you need to
Tell me I'm the one you're lookin' for
Don't wanna be a secret (No)
Transparency, when you look at me
You know I can teach you (Ooh)
Teach you everything, show you everything
My truth, 911, baby, it ain't got no roof (Alright)
Yeah, put you on the moon
Take you places like Tulum, then Cancún (Alright)
Oh, you don't need to be scared to touch your body
Your glue drippin' all on my body, huh
I ain't in a hurry, girl, you got me stuck
I can't get enough (Yeah)
It's so hard to reach (Oh)
Don't know what you're really lookin' for
Now tell me if you need to (Talk to me, talk to me, yeah)
Tell me I'm the one you're lookin' for
Don't wanna be a secret
Transparency, we don't let 'em see
You know I can teach you (Ooh)
Teach you everything, show you everything
It's okay, it's alright (Oh)
They gon' see you in your best tonight
It's alright, we gon' step out (Ooh)
They gon' see, with your hair down (Oh-oh)
Transparency (Oh) transparency
Thank you, we love you, peace
Significant Other lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne
[Part I]
Vicious lifestyle, gotta get my point across
Scary ass trap house, looks just like a haunted house
(Boo-boo, boo-boo, boo-boo, boo-boo, mm, brr)
Shoot that bitch and have 'em runnin' out
I got a plug, we ain't runnin' out
Runnin' O's, checkin' they bank account
Pretty bitch with the designer cloth
She boostin' shit and make it somersault
Look what I pulled up out the cookie jar
And got some game from Maurice and Bookie Ball
Real Atlanta legend, you got me fucked up
I'm a real dope boy, you got me fucked up
Now they lookin' at me like, "I think I'm stuck up"
And where was you when a nigga had me stuck up? (Where was you?)
Now I got my middle finger up, stuck up
I'm like a star in the sky, nigga, stuck up
You runnin' off of fumes, but I think I'm charged up
They seen me pull up, niggas know I'm bar'd up (Bar'd up)
An angel investor for a start up
I'm what you get when you drop coke in the water (Yeah)
They gon' try take me across the border, I'm so dope
Ask me did I wanna sell my soul, I said, "Nope" (No)
I ain't even sold the Porsche I had eleven years ago (I ain't sold)
I been hoardin' foreign rims, women, chains and clothes (Yeah)
When I leave the day party, yeah, I'm changin' clothes (Change)
Ain't got no time to chase you, I'm just chasin' O's
I'm tryna buy a better spot, I bought a case to go
I told her, "I'm nothin' like you thought, that was a case ago"
Or matter of fact, it was the case before
A trap nigga turned pop, I crossed over and left they ankles sore
I pop my shit, I pop an Addy, I been poppin', bro
Been popular, pushin' product at the Stop N Go
A real legend in the streets, you got me fucked up
I'm a real dope boy, you got me fucked up
I can't let you play me off the streets
I'ma go home with my girl tonight, wake up, say a prayer and eat
[Part II]
I want someone who's there for me
Without a guarantee
How can I be there for me? Hmm
(When I need company)
Consistency (Mula)
Is all I ever needed with you
And you put me through it
30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga (I need somebody)
I need somebody not just anybody, that special somebody
I don't be stressin' 'bout her, showin' less of her body
Long as they know that's for somebody, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
No questions, no questions, her body, she don't be finessin' her body
She got that FR, FR, yeah, tell me about it
No, matter fact text me about it
One hundred emoji, I need you to keep it a hundred emoji
Need to know nobody comin' behind me
But when we fuck, I need you cumin' before me
I need you to love me like I should love me
Sing "How To Love", show me how to love me
And I mean that from the bottom of me
From the top floor to the lobby, lovely
I need love but I'm tired of searchin'
Clean tub, dirty shower curtains
No cap like bottle service
Need a road map to the hottest person
I'ma toe tap on the hottest surface
And this hard D probably got her thirsty
In the pussy, I don't show a lot of mercy
I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, "Lord, have mercy"
No controversy, just contraceptives
Contraband for the conscious effort
Prayer for strangers doin' stranger things
And baby, I cannot change a spotless leopard
Full time love, part time love, one time love, hard time love
In time love, love is on time love, long time love, all time love, all my love
I want someone (Yeah) who's there for me (Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, I need somebody, I need somebody, girl)
Without a guarantee (Ooh, I need somebody, girl, ooh)
How can I be there for me? Hmm (Yeah, ooh, yeah)
Consistency
Is all I ever needed with you (Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh)
And you put me through it (For a part time love, yeah, yeah, I need somebody)
Scene 3: Ladies Man lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne
[50 Cent:]
Now I already told you how the block be
Shit go crazy
This can go left real fast
But you already know, everybody need somebody
Tune a real ladies man, he gon' play the guitar for the bitches
Now Toni a ladies man too
But that Kesha, now Kesha
She'll bust his motherfuckin' head wide open
She from Decatur
Thomasville to be exact, she don't play that shit
P.P.A. lyrics - 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Fabolous
[2 Chainz:]
Let go, it's over
Chances ran out along the line
Let go forever
The love that we shared had faded in time
Let's pipe it up, let's go, yeah
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Let's go
Let go
True
Pretty pussy havin' ass, ha
Haha, Toni
I'm like "Who you gettin' mad at?" Gon' and send the address
You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award
I'm cold like the climate, once I get behind it
You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (Uh)
I like it when it's waxed now, Toni with the facts now (Facts)
Late night, waffle house, we got matchin' hash browns
You got that stage presence, you say you schoolin' these hoes
Gon' and teach a lesson (Teach 'em)
My plane land at six, you got the landin' strip (Strip)
You like to take a bubble bath with the candle lit (Lit)
You can tell I'm the man by the manuscript (Yeah)
You know I play with the clit like a instrument (Let go)
I like that splash sound (Splash)
That squeaky shit, you can hear it in the background
Sound like I'm stirrin' mac and cheese in your lap now (Lap)
I hit it missionary, then I turn it back 'round (Facts now)
I'm like "Who you gettin' mad at?" Gon' and send the address
You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (Yeah)
I'm cold like the climate, once I get behind it
You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (Uh)
[Lil Wayne:]
Who you gettin' mad at? We ain't finna have that
Your pretty pussy perfect, pristine, pure, pecan ass
Diggin' and I'm searchin' like fiends lookin' in trash bags
Pump it 'til I squirt gasoline all on her gas mask
You deserve some hand claps, see through dress, saran wrap
No pantyhose, my hair wet, camel toe, giraffe neck
Play that ho like Grand Theft, it's not a game, she popped my chain
I popped a painkiller, she pop that pussy until papa came
Pretty Pussy Award, juicy, gushy couture
Booty softer than Velor, I fuck her until she snore
Aw-sooki, lookin' into her eyes
As they sparkle, I arrive
Treat her crib just like the red carpet
[2 Chainz (Fabolous):]
I'm like "Who you gettin' mad at?" Gon' and send the address
You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (Yeah, you got it)
I'm cold like the climate (Yeah), once I get behind it (Hey)
You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award
[Fabolous:]
Look, only thing better than pussy is new pussy
And the only thing beat new pussy is two pussies
Heard that thing squirtin' and shit, Fruit Gushers
And I had to make sure it went down, two flushes
Yeah, that ass look soft as a couch, two cushions
And that mouth like a Slurpee machine, blue slushie
Red slushie, that brain have 'em payin' tuition
Every nigga want some of that P that you pushin' (Let go)
I don't wanna give you, I just wanna award you
I don't wanna buy you, I just wanna reward you
So you can let them hoes know who the winner is
I said, let them hoes know who the winner is
[2 Chainz:]
I'm like "Who you gettin' mad at?" Gon' and send the address
You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (Yeah, yeah)
I'm cold like the climate (Yeah), once I get behind it (Yeah)
You know you deserve the Pretty Pussy Award (Yeah)
Let go
Oprah & Gayle lyrics - 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Benny the Butcher
[2 Chainz:]
Collegrove
Checkerboard luggage, Ramen in the cupboard
I left Art Basel with a sculpture
You listening to the lyrical nunchuck chuckle at dumbfucks
Vocals warmed up, beyond Ford tough
I kept my lawn cut, mispell and conduct
I got my arm out the window of an armed truck
It's Teamster Union when you hear the trucks roll up
On Cleveland Avenue, made plays at the Kroger
Came up on cold cuts, heart got a hole in it, bank got a roll in it
The Cessna Citation came with a pole in it
The Cullinan so big, it need a stove in it
Now that's deep, I just dove in it
The closet came with garage doors
The Goyard is on all fours, I do this shit for encores
I did this shit in Tom Ford, they said I'm wrong for it
I'm so fly, I looked at her and said, "Get on board"
It's the man, it's the myth, in the midst of the mix
With the M's on my mind, in Maui taking pics
Motivated by more, that mean I want more of this
I want more jewelry, more cars, I want more cribs
What you expect from a kid
That grew up with his stomach touching his rib?
Echos coming from out the fridge
My papa was a rolling stone, I thought you knew that
Don't smoke no cig but I'll shoot that, true facts
[Lil Wayne:]
Nah'mean?
My lighter St. Laurent
Yeah, that St. Laurent fire
You gotta hold your hand midair when you do a verse like this
Yeah
Uh, hoppin' out or slide out, runnin' through a walkthrough
Coupe on big wheels like a pony wearin' horse shoes
Tall money, short fuse, long money, long ooh
Champagne Papi part two, she my corkscrew
Tattoos over war wounds, wrist look like it's on Zoom
Neck look like anime or cartoons, art to 'em
I got the spikes on the Gucci, look like Bart to 'em
Gimmie the Nikes, lemme add some Comme Des Garcons to 'em
Stunt man, verses in my lunch bag, rappers on my launch pad
Chopper make 'em do the Kris Kross or make 'em jump dance
Lump somes, hump bands
What's a young man without a check? Just a Jumpman
Fuck that, Jordan meme
I'ma sip some lean, get a ting and go quarantine
I'ma get some bling let it bling like some Oil Sheen
I'ma put some fuckin' princess cuts on a queen
And I keep all of the chin check stubs I redeem
This our team, my regimen, I'm a higher being
Purple smoke, fire green, sweet 'n' sour cream
Peakin' higher now we towering, peak position
Give my people power, now we power fiends, it's addiction
Feelin' like a boxer steppin' out the ring, you swing, you missin'
Critically thinkin' 'bout the critics up in critical condition
I'm in pitiful condition, scratch that but who was itchin'?
Teamsters, the Union did it
Tune and Tity, Young Money, T.R.U. Religion
It's some Teamsters shit
This a Saint Laurent lighter, woo!
I got "stoner-virus," baby
Ho right there, she got "Patron-a-virus," hmm-mm
And ho over there, she wouldn't let me fuck
So now she got "loney-virus", alright
Ayy, stop leasin' niggas
We gotta get that "homeowner-virus" like me
[Benny The Butcher:]
Yo, they was laughin', but we was smart drug trafficking
We was sharks (Uh-huh)
I had to chase the paper down 'til we trapped the money in vaults
Kinda crazy, my last bid was the shortest and she ain't wait for me
Spent half my twenties in prison and aged gracefully
For paper, you know we grind, place a wager
And you'll be fine (Uh-huh)
I put my fork down now every major want me to sign
Left the hood for Hollywood
It wasn't worth being famous (It wasn't worth it)
Where every chick got a Beamer and a personal trainer (Ha-ha)
I'm into business moves, she into Paris fashion (Uh-huh)
It cost me at least twenty grand a year on her hair and lashes
Love I done inherited, music was both of my parents' passion
My name come up when you talkin' dope and comparing classics (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Stare at me good, 'cause this how pressure look
They want my spot but tryna skip every step I took
I wish 'em the best of luck
I asked a question, and he gave me an answer
That still left a nigga confused like Brady in Tampa
Back home, I'm one of the Narcos, semi autos
Dodge fans like New York City potholes
Yeah, the OGs think that it's funny, money made me more hungry
'Cause majority wait til they chubby and then get comfy, nah
Get that first case then you learn to appreciate
All the risks you gotta take to turn a Ford to a Wraith (Uh-huh)
I'm checkin' in on my hood, like I hope all is well
I'm still close to my scale, we like Oprah and Gayle
[Outro:]
You get a Rollie, you get a Rollie
You get a Rollie! You get a Rollie!
Everybody gets a Rollie!
You get a Rollie, you get a Rollie
You get a Rollie too!
Everybody gets a Rollie!
Shame lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne
Yeah (Nah), dig (Ha)
(Nah, nah, real flame)
What, what, what, wala
Ha-ha-ha (Flame him over, right, good God)
Haha
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Trip, uh, stain a nigga (Blaow)
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Trip, stain a nigga (Blaow)
I got thirty a clip, one in the throat (Throat)
Rhyme flow thirty below, I'm thirty and O, uh (Woo)
Pink pussy, take it to go, hell of a show (Hell)
Rings, chains, elegant, though, better than most
You know I gotta stand on that shit, stay on my post (Uh)
2 Chainz and Wayne like Rae and Ghost (Ghost)
I wish you all luck, now let's make a toast (Cheers)
Got my girl in the buckets, speed up your pulse (Nyoom)
She a cutie pie, I ate all the crust (All the crust)
And I move the weight, I got all results (All results)
Long ass joint, look like a MARTA bus (MARTA)
I asked the fans who loved me, they like, "All of us" (Yeah)
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Trip, uh, stain a nigga (Blaow)
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Trip, stain a nigga (Blaow)
Collegrove 2, shame on you
I will leave your homie brains on you, then aim for you
Wayne and 2 Chainz goin' Wu-Tang on you
All we need is a track, and we run a train on you, choo
Snap, crackle, pop, don't worry, it's lobster tail
The bezel on the watch cost more than the watch itself
I don't do tick-tock like a Rollie, but watch yourself
You just like a pimple 'til I make you pop yourself
Five star, bitch, I got bars like a phone that just got charged
So like Bruce Willis, I die hard
My God, you catch feelings, that's my fault
Feelings hurt, I put them on I-R
Drop off in R times R, not four
But I'm sure, that the shit I wore was Tom Ford
Keep a shotgun on me like I love the great outdoors
Pockets fat as fuck, look like they need to get out more, bars
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga (Shame)
Trip, uh, stain a nigga (Blaow)
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga (Yeah, yeah)
Trip, stain a nigga (Blaow)
Collegrove 2, shame on you
Shame on you
Collegrove 2, shame on you
I will leave your homie brains on you, then aim for you, baow
Collegrove
Chainz and Wayne, nigga, we like Chef and Ghost
It's true and mula, trula, baby
Sicker than Wu now, baby
Bars lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne
Yeah
Yeah, gotta be comin' hard on them Havoc beats, you feel me?
My basic outlook, the out crook the man on the side
'Fore we hit the driveway, got my hand on her thighs
Touchin' the sky, I could skateboard in the cloud
Put 'em on some much loud that they won't make sound
This that body walk nonchalant, don't make sense
Like a nigga with dreads tryna own his own barber shop
Heart not hard to stop, take a new whip then karate chop
Turn the fuckin' top to a halter top
Concrete jungle, I'll fuck Jane though
Industry, a bunch of niggas swing on the same rope
Sit in the same room, fuck on the same ho
We on different planes if we is in the same boat
Captivate 'em and creative
Potato head, turn 'em into mashed potatoes
My town is greater, downtown Decatur
Went to Pin Ups to pound, pound a waitress
Niggas might as well smoke a pound of hatred
Take a shot of jealousy and use a clown to chase it
Heard some niggas try to say that my style is basic
Told 'em sit back with they style adjacent
Ran up in they crib like my stylist Jason
Mask on, black card, minds is racist
Met a girl named Victory, I can taste it
I got a bigger crib 'cause I replaced it
Uh, got a disease called bars
Bars, yeah
Got a disease called bars
Bars
I, I give it to ya
I, I give it to ya
I give it to ya
I, I give it to ya
Uh, bastard flow, I had to though, I'm natural and practical
Infatuated with the dope, fanatical, banana clip, you're apple though
I got more tools than Apple Store
You're screwed up and now them goons is at your door with ransom notes
And we gon' need some answers though, answer more
Your modern family can suddenly become a canceled show, that's standard though
I have your cousin be the one to cut your throat, my standards low
I'm from New Orleans, you either be man or hoe and now they know
You mash and go and cash it slow, whatever go and that you know
Got more techs than Apple Store, I have more sex than Scorpios
And I don't text or call them hoes, restaurant 'em all them hoes
I slept with foreign hoes that only heard Tha Carter IV
It's all for sure, it's all a hoax, Rebeccas to Rosarios
I'm sorry for the hoes that get portrayed as sorry hoes
I'm sorry, hoes, but that's just how the story goes
Who are these hoes? Who bought these hoes?
I thought these hoes was for us all, my dawg proposed, Lord
His cards exposed, his heart explode, his broads opposed, Lord
His market's closed, he parched, he's cold, she sparked the stove, Lord
She washed the clothes, she fold the clothes, she on her toes, Lord
He lost control, forgot the bitch was on the pole, Lord!
And oh, Lord, I bought some bitches from the road home
Told her, "Watch over them bitches like a fuckin' drone"
And hold on, I'm so gone, I'm in my more zone
Cough syrup 'til my cold gone, Tunechi, bitch
Uh, got a disease called bars
Bars, yeah
Got a disease called bars
Bars
I, I give it to ya
I, I give it to ya
I give it to ya
I, I give it to ya
I give it to ya, I give it to ya
I give it to ya, I give it to ya
I give it to ya, I give it to ya
I give it to ya, I give it to ya (I give it to ya)
I give it to ya, I give it to ya
I give it to ya, I give it to ya
I give it to ya, I give it to ya
I give it to ya
Scene 4: No Fent lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne
Okay, yo, yo, yo
Hold up, hold on, ayy, what's up, bro?
I just got some intel
Aight, bro, talk to me
This is some kids tryin' to take over the block sellin' this bullshit Fentanyl that gon' fuck around and kill off the clientele
Fiine, look [?]
We sellin' that straight drop, you understand that?
That clean, you know what I mean?
[?] shit
These motherfuckers come around here fuckin' up the vibes
And when the bodies come, bodies come, police come
It's gon' fuck up everything, we gon' fuck around and have to go to war
Godzilla lyrics - 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Vory
[Part I]
Sometimes I feel like Scarface in Miami
Gettin' head behind the curtains, five percent tinted
It's not pretty, ooh, it's not pretty (Ooh, yeah)
It's not pretty, let the window down so they can see who's in it (Ayy)
They know I'm a big dog, where I'm from, I'm a big dog
They call me I'm a big dog, where I'm from, I'm a big dog
They know I'm a big dog, where I'm from, I'm a big dog
Intercept that package when it touch down and get big dogged
Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah
Richer than my opps, make all them niggas call me, nah, nah
Richer than my opps, make all them niggas call me big bro
'Cause they know how the game goes
They know when it pours it rains, at least it still rains though
They know when it pours it rains, they know that it rains though
They don't want 'em pissed off, take the red up out the rainbow
And turn to Rambo
They know I'm a big dog, where I'm from, I'm a big dog, ooh, yeah
[Part II]
Okay
Hundreds on the coaster, got my shoes all on the sofa (Sofa)
I used to be broke and thangs, chain like Sammy Sosa (Sosa)
Money counter loader, I told shorty to come over (Over)
I been takin' shrooms, I'm the opposite of sober (Sober)
Military minded, I got it from my pops (Pops)
Son of a gun, got a fetish for them Glocks (Glocks)
Fuck that conversation, I want mine off the top (Top)
I'm my motivation, I walk it like I talk (Talk)
I'm a big P rocker, Balenciaga jugga (Jugga)
She know that she love me, call me "baby" like a toddler (Toddler)
When I'm on stage, that shit feel like home (Yeah)
When I'm in her mouth, that shit feel a lukewarm (Okay)
Two-tone Patek, whole wrist two-toned
Catch up to this Maybach, pass the Grey Poupon
I got blinds in my whip like a condo nigga (Condo)
Heat on me in the mornin' like Alonzo, nigga
Toni
What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah)
What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah)
What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah)
What's a gorilla? Ain't none-illa
Above the rim, Lambo chop with the rim, yeah
Trappin' out the gym, rose gold Patek with the gems, yeah
Big drip, big drip, I'm the shit
Let a big booty bitch have a feel on this dick
Let a juicy mouth bitch come and spit on this dick
Then she suck everythng and she spit on this dick, yeah
Big seal, I ain't sippin' that shit, let that shit seal
Then I'm crackin' that shit like a pencil
Leanin' back when I'm tryna sit still
Percocets, I'm a fan, baby, make the sports car dance, baby
I drop a few grands, baby
Now go and grab mama's grand baby, God damn, baby
What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah, what's a gorilla to Godzilla?)
What's a gorilla to Godzilla? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
What's a gorilla? Ain't none-illa (What's a gorilla? Ain't non-illa)
Hollygrove and Colle' Park
He had lines wrote, he dinosaurs
Got a hundred thou' on the ironin' board
Make her count out loud when she count it for us
Long days and bad days
Have calm days and rampage
From the wrong way to, yeah, that way
To the cover page from the last page, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I'm in first place in this drag race
Ain't no first aid for the last place (Ayy, ayy)
And my birth place is a bad place (Ayy), but I save face (Ayy, ayy)
Eyes quick to put my hands straight (Ayy, ayy)
No astronauts in my head space
Kill a gorilla, that's a dead ape, hurr
Crown Snatcher lyrics - 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne
[Intro:]
Murda on the beat so it's not nice
[Lil Wayne:]
I'm a crown snatcher, I'm a crown snatcher
I'm a crown snatcher, I'm a crown snatcher
Send blood hounds at you, send my rounds at you
Spit some rounds at you, you round catcher
Bitch, I'm an eye catcher, I got that wow factor
Got her seeing stars, she thought she had died and gone to NASA
I'm 'bout to buy me a dancer, she got that body enhancement
She got that face stretching and now lil mami elastic
I'm a soul taker, fuck the law makers
'Cause I'm a case catcher, my lawyer get paid extra
Yeah, I'm a ho snatcher, but if that ho ratchet
I'ma Joe Jackson, I'm just old-fashioned
Need a gold statue, front of my big gold mansion
I got some good brown skin, I look like gold satin
Rose gold Patek, call it Rosemary
Different color diamonds lookin' like a bowl of salad
A bowl of salad with more than twenty-four karats
White styrofoam cup glowin' like a gold chalice
I was in Hollygrove growin' up by Rose Tavern
I'll take a nigga queen, let my hoes have her
'Cause I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah), I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah), I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah)
Send blood hounds at you, send my rounds at you
Spit some rounds at you, you a round catcher, bitch
I'm a eye catcher (Ooh), I got that wow factor
Got her seeing stars, she thought she done died and gone to NASA
'Bout to buy me a dancer, she got that body enhancement
She got that face stretching and now lil mami elastic
[2 Chainz:]
Toni! Money, money, money, no shit
Necklace on my wrist, this sound like Carter VI
Most these rappers get a sex change when they get too rich
Seem like soon they get some mils, they turn into a bitch (Alright)
It's like the bathroom out of order, we ain't takin' your shit
All I gotta say is "2 Chainz" and it's a radio hit
She got a small waist, thick, pretty face and shit
Goyard sittin' next to me like we in a relationship
Young Mula, been poppin' since your first computer (Yeah)
You bought that chain? You need to go somewhere and beat up your jeweler (Beat his ass)
To feed my family, I had to use two packs of noodles (True)
I'll snatch the crown off your medulla
[Lil Wayne:]
'Cause I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah), I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah), I'm a crown snatcher (Yeah, yeah)
Send blood hounds at you, send my rounds at you
Spit some rounds at you, you a round catcher, bitch
I'm an eye catcher (Ooh), I got that wow factor
Got her seeing stars, she thought she done died and gone to NASA
'Bout to buy me a dancer, she got that body enhancement
She got that face stretching and now lil mami elastic
Can't Believe You lyrics - 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Rick Ross
I can't believe you, mane
For real
No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Yeah)
(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Not gettin' pussy 'til you got money ass niggas)
(You know I can't) I can't believe you
I can't, I can't believe you
(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (You know I can't, you know I can't)
Uh, rivalry appear, cauliflower his ear
Multi-task, count cash, drive dodgin' a deal
The Moncler is clear, you can see the bodyguard
My circumference surrounded in fog, yellow wrist corn on the cob
I know you was a façade, I know you want me starve
I know you want me to bleed, I see the feign in your heart
Don't know the pain in my heart, just see the paint on my cars
Know I'm the same as a king, know I'm the same as a God
Don't have to say anything, they can still tell us apart
Know I'm not leavin' my wife if they try to tear us apart
Know I'm not leavin' this life is they try to make us abort
Kept callin' 12 on us, know that that make us annoyed
Went to the mountain top with a shield, cross and a sword
Keep eatin' rappers, so they say I'm a cannibal
Can't blame me, I'ma hold 'em accountable
No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Yeah)
(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Not gettin' pussy 'til you got money ass niggas, haha)
(You know I can't) I can't believe you
I can't, I can't believe you
(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (You know I can't, you know I can't)
Maybach Music
Convictions will turn your common sense to commissary
Convinced that your co-defendants keep it honorary
Catchin' the bus is where you had those conversations
Let's patch our money up and drop a compilation (Huh)
Road to riches, niggas out here rentin' Rolls
Lackin' mackin' got these here niggas rentin' hoes
Hustle backwards, movin' mom into a rented home
You got some money, homie, but you did it wrong
You think of bitches as opportunities money make
I look at blessings as lessons, and pray for one a day
Can't believe all these niggas be sweet as funnel cake
I'm from the era of dope boys versus Ronald Reagan (M-M-M)
Eyes wide, on your back, breathin' on the pavement
Shots fired half a block, played for the Lakers
Started as the shorties in the class misbehavin' (Uh)
Another nigga dead just because he made it (Maybach Music)
No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Yeah)
(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Not gettin' pussy 'til you got money ass niggas, haha)
(You know I can't) I can't believe you
I can't, I can't believe you
(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Collegrove, you know I can't, you know I can't, I can't believe you)
Un-fuckin'-believable, I don't fuckin' believe in you
I'll get you shot up in front of a cathedral, and in front of the media
That's from me to you
Heard the feds been meetin' you, a whole lot of shit that you've been agreein' to
Who you speakin' to? You foreign to me, nigga, that's the European you
You should hate bein' you, one of these choppa bullets'll make three of you
Pull up in the vehicle, pow, pull off laughin' lookin' in the rear view
Ain't no tellin' what we'll do when it's them or me, him or me, or me or you
Watch how the semi do, it'll turn the grizzly into Winnie Pooh
Believe that, no Corona, I'ma pull up in a fuckin' ski mask
Niggas rattin' on us and I'm too grown to be a Chuck E. Cheese fan
He mad, smokin' the strong, the blunt is longer than me hand
OG strains, stay in my zone but sometimes known to freelance
Pecan skin tone, but redbone when she mad
And she can, watch the throne or kiss my royalty ass
I can't believe you, quarterback to wide receiver
Can't trust you far as I can throw you, far as I can see you
Un-fuckin'-believable, they don't want the presence
No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Yeah)
(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (Not gettin' pussy 'til you got money ass niggas, haha)
(You know I can't) I can't believe you
I can't, I can't believe you
(You know I can't, you know I can't) I can't believe you
No, I can't, I can't, I can't believe you (I can't belive you, you know I can't, you know I can't, I can't believe you)
I can't, I won't, I don't, I ain't gon' believe you
I can't, I can't
I just can't believe you
I can't believe you
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