[Chorus: 2 Chainz] More whips than Kunta Kinte Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape The block was caliente Put the boxing gloves on, showed you how to beat cases If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it Arm full of ten bracelets I got my arm filled with ten bracelets I got an arm full of ten bracelets Arm filled with ten bracelets I got an arm full of ten bracelets I got my arm filled with ten bracelets
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz] Hold up, hold up, she basic Money stuffed in briefcases Buddah beat, I cremate it I did the hook, I remade it Mike Amiri jeans ain't it Pussy make me fiend lately I just a bought a team, nigga Rest in peace to bean, nigga Niggas ain't sipping no drank, you sipping Listerine, nigga Pocket side 380, but it still came with a beam, nigga Straight from ATL, world call me 2 (2) I'm my own restaurant, I don't even buy food I'm my own weed, I don't even buy gas Got my own bitch, I don't even buy ass Got the pint on me and I got a deadly stab Got my shooter Neosporin, his index finger got a rash
[Chorus: 2 Chainz] More whips than Kunta Kinte Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape The block was caliente Put the boxing gloves on, showed you how to beat cases If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it Arm full of ten bracelets I got my arm filled with ten bracelets I got an arm full of ten bracelets Arm filled with ten bracelets I got an arm full of ten bracelets I got my arm filled with ten bracelets
[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Switched the plans, ship sinking Dead friends, Ben Franklin Foreign engine for a young nigga, man, that shit dangerous Doing the dash while I'm switching lanes, money what I'm thinking Got different fantasies for sixty thousand just for one painting Money tall now, it won't fold up It was small, now it done grown up I don't like the conversations, fuck relations, hang the phone up In the cell mad at the ones I love, I ain't never picked the phone up Patek plain, I fly to Shyne and switch the tone up And this is the life when it's good, don't reimburse me I be giving everything back that you gave, that left me hurting And I know it ain't right Everything certain, just like everything surface Jump in that Maybach, close the curtains
[Chorus: 2 Chainz] More whips than Kunta Kinte Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape The block was caliente Put the boxing gloves on, showed you how to beat cases If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it Arm full of ten bracelets I got my arm filled with ten bracelets I got an arm full of ten bracelets Arm filled with ten bracelets I got an arm full of ten bracelets I got my arm filled with ten braceletsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
