[Intro: 2 Chainz] This where it started at Bars K, K know what this is Ay, ay, ay woadie Them niggas I was tellin' ya about Me, Wayne, and them Griselda niggas (?)
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz] Checkerboard luggage Raymond in the cupboard I left (?) with a sculpture You listening to the lyrical nunchuck Chuckling dumbfucks Vocals warmed up, beyond Ford tough I kept my lawn cut (?) conduct I got my arm out the window of an armed truck (?) 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 (?) came with a pole in it They coming in so big I 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 on four I'm so fly I looked up and said get on boy It's the man, it's the myth, in the midst of the minks 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 at true facts
[Interlude: Lil Wayne] You know what I mean? My lighter Saint Laurent That Saint Laurent fire You gotta hold your hand mid air when you do a verse like this
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Uh Hoppin' out of slide outs Runnin' through a walk through Coupe on big wheels like a pony wearing horseshoes Tall money, short fuse Long money, long "Oohs" Champagne Papi part two She my corkscrew Tattoos over war wounds Wrist look like its on zoom Neck look like anime A cartoon's art to him I got the spikes on the Gucci Look like Bart to him Give me the Nikes Let me add some Comme Des Garçons to 'em Stuntman Verses in my lunch bag Rappers on my launch pad Choppers make him do the criss cross Or make him jump dance Lump sum hump bands What's a young man without a check? Just a Jumpman Fuck that, Jordan meme Imma sip some lean, get a ting and go quarantine Imma get some bling, let it bling like some oil sheen Imma put some fucking princess cuts on the queen And I keep all of the chin check stubs I redeem This our team, my regime, I'm a higher being Purple smoke, fire green Sweet 'n sour cream Peaking high and now we're towering Peak position give my people power Now we power fiends This addiction feeling like a boxer stepping out the ring You swing and miss and critically think About the critics of your critical condition I'm in pitiful condition, scratch that But who is switching teams 'Cause the union did it Tune and Tity, Young Money, Tru Religion
[Interlude: Lil Wayne] Saint Laurent lighter I got "stoner-virus" too Her right there? She got "Patron-a-virus" And her over there? She wouldn't let me fuck so now she got "loner-virus" Ay stop leasin' niggas We gotta get that "homeowner-virus" right here
[Verse 3: Benny The Butcher] They was laughin' But we was smart drug trafficking We was sharks I had to chase the paper down until we trapped the money in (?) Kinda crazy My last date was the shortest And she didn't wait for me Spent half my 20s in prison and aged gracefully It's paper, you know we (?) And you be fine I put my fork down now every major want me to sign Left the hood, for Hollywood It wasn't worth being famous For every chick got a beamer and a personal trainer I'm into business moves, she into Paris fashion It cost me at least 20 grand a year when the head relaxes Love I done inherited music was both of my parents' passion My name come up, we been talkin' dope and comparing classics 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 (?) Back home I'm one of the narcos, semi autos Dodge fans like New York City potholes Yeah, the OG's think, that it's funny Money made me more hungry 'Cause majority wait til they chubby And they get (?) Get that first case then you learn to appreciate All the risks you gotta take To turn a Ford to a Rafe Checkin' in on my hood Like I hope all is well I'm still close to my scale We like Oprah and GayleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
