[Verse 1: 2 Chainz] 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-ow, dope enough to go in yo nostrils I take ya girl and kidnap her, feed her to my mattress A skeleton in my closet, it's probably one of these dead ass rappers It's probably one these pussy ass niggas, don’t try me I’ll pull that trigga Got ya car note in my cup, and your rent in my swisha That pussy so good I miss you, 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 you If I take you out of the picture I know real niggas won't miss you No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i Real niggas say word You ain't never told no lie You ain't never told no lie Real niggas say word You ain't never told no lie You ain't never told no lie Real niggas say true You ain't never told no lie You ain't never told no lie That's a thing I don’t do Nah I just do it for the niggas That are tryna 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 whassup 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 whats 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 is fine with me Young as an intern, but money like I built the shit Streets talking they'll confirm Go ask them who just killed the shit Stay keeping my cup full So I’m extra charged like a state tax Me and Chainz go way back We don’t talk shit, we just state facts Yes, Lord
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[Verse 3: 2 Chainz] Name a nigga that want some I’ll out rap his ass, out trap his ass Put his ass in a plastic bag with his trashy ass Take him 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 Went where they say I couldn’t (tru) YSL belt buckle, ya’ll niggas sure is looking Ya’ll niggas sure is lucky, two chains on my rugby Left hand on that steering wheel, right hand on that pussy
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