2 Chainz - Xanny Ft Skooly & Cap 1 Lyrics

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K Camp Feat. Rick Ross & 2 Chainz - Cut Her Off (Remix) Lyrics

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2 Chainz Ft French Montana - A Rod Lyrics

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2 Chainz - Where U Been Ft. Cap 1 Lyrics

2 Chainz - Where U Been Ft. Cap 1 Lyrics:

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]

I keep my hoes in check, you buy Nike for yours

Say they want that loud, I’mma bring that noise

Check my watch on a flight, yeah, I call that airtime

Murk ‘em in the middle of the street, that gon’ be his deadline (tell ‘em)

Yeah, you gon’ respect mine, got a body on my Tec-9

Say you nobody ’till somebody gon’ body you, flatline (BOW)

Pocket full of dead guys and you know I’m anti

Anti-social, anti-labor, anti-cool nigga, ain’t I?

You looking at a star that’s phased out, trying to take my style then take off

I go to work with no days off, everything I own paid off (Tru)

Shawty pussy hair shaved off and she did it just for me, nigga

Would skip you like a spacebar, but I much rather delete niggas (DAMN)

[Hook: 2 Chainz]

I’ve been getting money, where the f-ck you been? (Hold up)

I’ve been getting money, where the f-ck you been? (Turn up)

I’ve been getting money, where the f-ck you been? (Yeah)

I’ve been getting money, where the f-ck you been? (I told her)

Bought a new crib just to fuck you in (I told her)

Bought a new crib just to fuck you in (I told her)

Bought a new crib just to fuck you in (tell ‘em)

I’ve been getting to the money, where the fuck you been?

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]

Gucci hat (Gucci hat), Gucci belt

If you wrote a autobiography you’d have to sue yourself

You lying ass, codeine in my wine glass

I know you had a wild past, I ain’t f-cked you in a while with your wild ass

I get high and I fly past, I don’t know nothing ’bout iChat

I work in this iPhone they need an app called iTrap

I trap, shining like a night night lamp

I just hit my girlfriend and asked her where her wife at (tell ‘em)

White cup, white hat, laying on a white couch (Tru)

Got that presidential and a residential white house

Nigga saying “who?” (who) like a white owl

You can see me shinin’ (shinin’) with the light out

[Hook:]

[Verse 3: Cap-1]

Turn five to a ten to a twenty to fifty to hundred

My niggas get money, I want it (BEEP)

I ride through the city my niggas got choppers

My bitch she’s so pretty that’s my pocahontas

Everything on me I shine like a trophy

Run up a check while they watch out for police

Versace my pinky, a brick on my Rollie

The Cali Ferrari I’m feeling like Kobe

TRU to the death of me, nigga

Killers on the right and left of me, nigga

My destiny nigga to get all this money

I can’t share that whole recipe with you, nigga (nah)

My nigga told me “get ‘em” did it I got ‘em

Stand on that couch, drink out of the bottle

That .40 got hollows, that bitch she gon’ swallow

Get to the money I’m keeping Chicago (yeah)

Bought a new crib just to f-ck you in (and what)

Bought the Benz just to f-ck your friends

Giuseppe’s 900 with that gold boss (Tru)

Everything ’bout me wrong like a dope charge (turn up)

[Hook:]

Drake - All Me Ft. 2 Chainz & Big Sean Lyrics

Drake - All Me Ft. 2 Chainz & Big Sean Lyrics:

[Intro:]

I’m really stepping up my game

These bitches gotta start paying me for this

Can’t get no more free Randy

[Hook: Drake]

Got everything, I got everything

I cannot complain, I cannot

I don’t even know how much I really made, I forgot

It’s a lot, f-ck that, nevermind what I got

Nigga don’t watch that cause I

Came up, that’s all me

Stay true, that’s all me

No help, that’s all me

All me forreal

Came up, that’s all me

Stay true, that’s all me

No help, that’s all me

All me forreal

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]

Money on my mind, you should think the same

J’s on, pinky ring

Dogging these hoes, I need quarantine

In the same league, but we don’t ball the same

She want all the fame

I hear that shit all the time

She said she love me

I said, “Baby girl, fall in line,” ok

Made a million, off of denim

Fuck, watch me switch it up

Walked in, “Ill nigga alert! Ill nigga alert!”

You need that work, I got that work, got bitches in my condo

Just bought a shirt that cost a Mercedes-Benz car note

From the A to toronto, we let the metal go off

And my dick so hard it make the metal detector go off

This that sauce, this that dressing

Givenchy, nigga god bless ya

If having a bad bitch was a crime

I would be arrested, (True)

[Hook:]

[Verse 2: Drake]

I touched down at ’86

Knew I was a man by the age of 6

I even fucked girls that used to babysit

But thats was years later on some crazy shit

I heard your new shit, nigga hated it

Damon Waynes told me dont play that shit

Get paid a lot you get paid a bit

And my latest shit is like the greatest hits

God damn

Ain’t no wishing over on this side

Y’all don’t f-ck wit’ us and we don’t f-ck wit’ y’all, it’s no different over on this side

God damn

Should I listen to everybody or myself?

Cause myself just told myself, “You the maf-ckin’ man, you don’t need no help”

[Drake:]

All Me. All Me. Oh my. I think I done f-cked too many women from the 305

Smoking all that kush all in our section like its legalized

Girl, you can’t always have it your way, sometimes It’d be like that

They dont really f-ck with you like that, then they did me like that

I just took my time, I let you shine, I let you … like that

I been taught never to loan somebody what you need right back

And I need that shit right back

R. Kelly - My Story ft. 2 Chainz Lyrics

R. Kelly - My Story ft. 2 Chainz Lyrics:

[Hook]

This is my story

Yeah, I’m from that Chi-town dirt

I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts

This is my story

Money, cars, bad hoes

This is my story

And I’m sticking to it

And I’m sticking to it

And I’m sticking to it

And I’m sticking to it

And I’m sticking to it

And I’m sticking to it

And I’m sticking to it

[Verse 1: R. Kelly]

Came from humble beginnings

Now I’m cocky with my spending

They say “life is just a game”

And I thank God that I’m winning

Models roll my indo’

I beat the pussy, Django

Them niggas talking money

I got more digits in my GEICO

She make a pole disappear like hokus pokus

You’re ain’t never gon’ find another nigga this focus

I got every block, every street corners sold up

Whatever club represent my city, throwed up

I own the game, coach slash player shown up

Okay, haters throw fitted never showed up

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]

Velcro, I’m sticking to it

Hating, I’ve been a victim to it

Your conversation is…

Ain’t no hesitation when I finna do it

I stick it in, switch it up and try to hit a friend

…Roll, like cinnamon

Woah, big face Benjamin’s as she…

…if you ride with them you ain’t going that far

But if you ride with me, crib so big we can play hide-and-seek

You can confide to me, ride me like I ride the beat

Pilot seat, I need a co-pilot

Kiss a ass…

Them talking both lips, what you know ’bout boat trips?

Drop her ass at the chocolate factory

Yeah, we did them 12 play’s

And you know who you is girl

We been fucking since the 12th grade, goddamn

[Hook]

[Verse 3: R. Kelly]

Pull up to the club at about 3

I’m killing it, guilty no plea

I’m leaving out at 6 with a dime piece

…we on round three

I speak… they say I’m crazy like they didn’t know

See I’m not crazy but my talent, man, got bipolar

Say she a church girl, but man, she blowin’ holy smokes

Showed her the Jesus piece, now she’s got the holy ghost

They asked him in a interview why do he love these girls?

They only thing he had to say was “motherfuck the world!”

[Hook]

Jason Derulo - Talk Dirty Ft. 2 Chainz Lyrics

Jason Derulo - Talk Dirty Ft. 2 Chainz Lyrics:

Jason, ha ha

Jason Derulo…

(Ha ha)

Get jazzy on me

I’m the flight that you get on, international

First class seat on my lap girl

Riding comfortable, cause I know what the girl them need

New york to Haiti, I got lipstick stamps for my passport

You make it hard to leave

Been around the world, don’t speak the language

But your booty don’t need explaining

All I really need to understand is when you, you talk dirty to me

Talk dirty to me, talk dirty to me, talk dirty to me

Get jazzy on me

You know the worst in my songs, no habla ingles

Our conversation ain’t no, but you know what is

I know what that girl them wants, london to taiwan

I got lipstick stamps for my passport, I think I need a new one

Been around the world, don’t speak the language

But your booty don’t need explaining

All I really need to understand is when you, you talk dirty to me

Talk dirty to me, talk dirty to me, talk dirty to me

UNO, met a friend in rio

DOS, she was all on me-oh

TRES, we can make now a trio

CUATRO, oh…

[2 Chainz:]

Been around the world, don’t speak the language

But your booty don’t need explaining

All I really need to understand is when you, you talk dirty to me

Talk dirty to me, talk dirty to me, talk dirty to me

Get jazzy on me

Tinie Tempah - Trampoline Ft. 2 Chainz Lyrics

Tinie Tempah - Trampoline Ft. 2 Chainz Lyrics:

Yeah x3

Eenie meanie minie
Thank God it’s Friday
Please don’t ask for my I.D.
If I’m in your iTunes library
Got my own book library
My mansion is so tidy
But my neighbours hate my mistress
Cos she never wear no nightie
I go claridges to do high tea
Jordans on like Spike Lee
I’m high end, you’re high street
Swagger jacking my stylee
When I was a kid I used to save up for my Nikes
Now all these little kids are trying to save up for my Nikes

Shake x14
Trampoline

Jump x14
Trampoline

Shake x14
Trampoline

Jump x14
Trampoline

Sharing clothes that’s trampy
Splitting bills that’s trampy
All this hanky, hanky panky
Now her hand prints on my banksy
I’m just strictly speaking Anne frankly
All my girls is fancy in a white Ferrari Spider
Rolling with Anansi and Diplo to disco
She sniff Woahh
She gwan like she RiRi
Wine to calypso
She ask me if I’m single
I said may be I think so
I can’t concentrate
When that thong on like Sisqo

Shake x14
Trampoline

Jump x14
Trampoline

Shake x14
Trampoline

Jump x14
Trampoline

First of all swagging
Two girls with me so am bragging
So much money in ma pocket
My pants might be sagging
My car migt be tinted
My weed might be scented
My girl might be bow-legged
Her friend might be with her
Gold Roley on when I perform
Ring, Ring
Mobile phone the way it’s going off, it must be on
Till the break of dawn party like
Rock Stars!
We don’t stop til we see them f-cking cop cars

Shake x7
Tambourine
Tan till her skin peel off, tangerine
Then she vogue
Agyness Deyn
on your marks, get set go

Sydney, what’s going down?
New York, what’s going down?
LA, what’s going down?
Las Vegas, what’s going down?
Dublin, what’s going down?
Paris, what’s going down?
Lagos, what’s going down?
Oslo, what’s going down?
Toronto, what’s going down?
Stockholm, what’s going down?
Berlin, what’s going down?
Jo’Burg, what’s going down?
Tokyo, what’s going down?
Rio, what’s going down?
Beijing, what’s going down?
London, what’s going down?

Shake x8
Trampoline
Jump x8
Trampoline

Tyga - Hijack Ft. 2 Chainz Lyrics

Tyga - Hijack Ft. 2 Chainz Lyrics:

(Hook: Tyga)
Pussy, money, – weed got all that
Nigga talk shit – get your head cracked
Riding with the racks, thang on my lap
Steal your bitch, call it hijack
Hijack, hijack
Pussy, money, weed – got all that
Nigga talk shit, get your head cracked
Steal your bitch – call it hijack
Hijack, hijack
Steal your bitch – call it hijack
Hijack, hijack
Pussy, money, weed – got all that

(Verse 1: Tyga)
It’s the hooligan, drop top one shot shooter
Money on my mind, bitch, I’m all about the mulah
Motherfucking beast, bitch, call me King Koopa
Got bitches like hooters
We ain’t smokin that hookah
Big kush, paparazzi in the bush
Mobb Deep, now they shook, got a castle full of crooks
Hijack like the hook, all the bitches wanna fuck
I’m a good ass nigga, I dont need no luck
Good molly, partying in the after party
Pull up in the Rolls but I’m leaving in a red Rari
All my niggas gettin money like shotties
Black mafia shit, young Gotti

(Hook: Tyga)
Pussy, money, – weed got all that
Nigga talk shit – get your head cracked
Riding with the racks, thang on my lap
Steal your bitch, call it hijack
Hijack, hijack
Pussy, money, weed – got all that
Nigga talk shit, get your head cracked
Steal your bitch – call it hijack
Hijack, hijack
Steal your bitch – call it hijack
Hijack, hijack
Pussy, money, weed – got all that

(Verse 2: 2 Chainz)
If you believe in having sex say me too (me too)
I’m riding in my roof look see-through
I got fours on the big like pre-school
Marijuana, money, Amber Johnny
I got plaques on my walls, you got gingivitis
Still sell a brick like I won’t retire
Hijack your bitch, steal your wife
Man my chopper go hyphy, you got your bitch in some Nikes
I got my bitch with some doctors and she saying she like it
We were down in Paris, keeping it Effin
Youse was at home, keeping it tryphy

(Hook: Tyga)
Pussy, money, – weed got all that
Nigga talk shit – get your head cracked
Riding with the racks, thang on my lap
Steal your bitch, call it hijack
Hijack, hijack
Pussy, money, weed – got all that
Nigga talk shit, get your head cracked
Steal your bitch – call it hijack
Hijack, hijack
Steal your bitch – call it hijack
Hijack, hijack
Pussy, money, weed – got all that

All that
Pussy, money, weed – got all that
All that
Steal your bitch – call it hijack

ASAP Rocky - Phoenix Lyrics (Ft. 2 Chainz, Ab-Soul, Kendrick Lamar & Schoolboy Q)

ASAP Rocky - Phoenix Lyrics (Ft. 2 Chainz, Ab-Soul, Kendrick Lamar & Schoolboy Q):

bloody ink on my past spelled suicide,
michael jackson even passed could you scrutinize ?
fuck illuminati lies, sayin’lucified,
baptised in the gutter, motherfucker you decide,
cause the ride come with doors that be suicide ?
or the thighs on my whores, they be super-sized ?
good and bad happen, wars, nigga chose a side,
now all hail to the lord like you do to god,
who am i ?
lord flacko,
painting vivid pictures, call me basquiat or picasso,
capo head hancho, now my followin’s colossal,
ain’t no box of ??? but got the chooper thought of ???
it’s like you heard, god spoke,
i’ve seen the ghetto gospel,
the ??? like my reefer and the preacher got my eyes low,
shits to mary jane to make me see from ??? them high notes,
the bible or the rifle…goodbye folks.

bloody ink on my pen spelled suicide,
kurt cobain even died could you scrutinize ?
it’s a fine line between truth and lies,
jesus christ never lied, still was crucified,
that’s why i never judge another nigga,
life’s a bitch, but that bitch in love with other niggas,
3-2 a bed, sheets, no covers nigga !
dirty kitchen, no supper in the covers nigga,
sucker niggas,
wassup my niggas,
so my new attitude is like “fuck the niggas !”
i grew up with niggas,
but don’t fuck with niggas,
i don’t trust them niggas,
ain’t got no love for niggas,
had the gold grills shine like them southern niggas,
kept it trilla, now the whole world fuckin’ with us !
meanwhile you treated all of us like other niggas,
now your world is in my palm, take cover niggas !

2 Chainz - Can't Do It Like Me Ft Drumma Boy Lyrics

2 Chainz - Can't Do It Like Me Ft Drumma Boy Lyrics:

Drumma boy, oh yeah, oh yeah boy
Warrup drum? Oh yeah, you feel me?
Oh, that’s what we doin’ man
Doing up on a lot of people
2 chaaaaiiinnnzz
One thing I know,
These niggas cannot do it like me
2 chaaaaiiinnnzz

[Hook] x 2
Can’t do it like me, can’t do it like me
Can’t do it like me, can’t do it like me
Can’t do it like me, can’t what
Can’t do it like me, like me, like me,
Can’t do it like me, like me, like me, oh yeah
Can’t do it like me, like me, like me, oh yeah

Most these niggas try but they can’t do it
That’s unlikely
Know this when you see the work
You know that is unlikely
A replicated imitation, you can’t beat me slightly
You know soon as you hear the track
No question mark or might be
I’m bishop they buy me, I’m off the hook, off the hook
Got these niggas in check mate, off the hook, off the hook
Bitch I’m bout the turnt up, let them lamers burn up
Niggas ain’t got my work at the dawn
Hustling till the sun up
Continue to set the standards, rearrange the plans
Ever since I’ve been in, I’ve been stacking them brands
From a …off, like firecrackers, I’m too hot to tame
For the e way, I’m rolling out, just stay out of my lane

[Hook] x 2
Can’t do it like me, can’t do it like me
Can’t do it like me, can’t do it like me
Can’t do it like me, can’t what
Can’t do it like me, like me, like me,
Can’t do it like me, like me, like me, oh yeah
Can’t do it like me, like me, like me, oh yeah

When I slow down they say speed it up
When I speed up they say slow it down
I’m money bound
I’m so high, I could eat a cloud
Mister child, y’all … your girl is so thirsty now
My man swag like … every verse is a murder trial
Versatile, style on top of style on top of style yeah
When I say I hop the I stand for eye lens
When I fly, no eye temps, when I land, I buy them
New clothes, your hoes, ain’t shit, I’ll but them
Dollar signs my eyes lids, now I see the big picture
HD, flat screens, tv’s, ain’t side just pop pills
And ain’t no comparing us, man we do it major
And if they ain’t talking bout shit
Tell them eat so toilet paper

[Hook] x 2
Can’t do it like me, can’t do it like me
Can’t do it like me, can’t do it like me
Can’t do it like me, can’t what
Can’t do it like me, like me, like me,
Can’t do it like me, like me, like me, oh yeah
Can’t do it like me, like me, like me, oh yeah.

2 Chainz - Don't Bring Me Down Lyrics

2 Chainz - Don't Bring Me Down Lyrics:

Hook:
The night is young
(The night is young)
Come and go with me
(Come and go with me)
Up in the sky
(Up in the sky)
Is where you wanna be.
Don’t bring me down, don’t bring me down.
Don’t bring me down, don’t bring me down.
Don’t bring me down, don’t bring me down.

(Verse 1:)
What goes up must come down
And if I stay down, then I don’t come up
Life a bitch, I got my had on the but,
Foot on the clutch
On my new wonder, smokin’ a blunt.
Tired of all sililaquez, service squeeze
Still use a triple B for insominity
And please, if bein’ broke is your disease
I took a test and passed and nigga I’m clean.
Promethazine poured in the 2 liter
Got my gorillas with me, and I’m the zookeeper
See, you ain’t seen it all until you’ve seen it all
If life a movie you never know when it might pause.

Hook:
The night is young
(The night is young)
Come and go with me
(Come and go with me)
Up in the sky
(Up in the sky)
Is where you wanna be.
Don’t bring me down, don’t bring me down.
Don’t bring me down, don’t bring me down.
Don’t bring me down, don’t bring me down.

Wiz Khalifa - It's Nothin' ft. 2 Chainz Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa - It's Nothin' ft. 2 Chainz Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Count another grip, smoke another zip
Let them young niggas tell it I be on my shit
Make a hundred k, spend it all today
What can I say, my DNA is Givenchy
What my swag is, retarded
What I'm driving, Ferrari
What I'm rocking, Armani, Gianni, Versace, huh
Fuck around and I'll buy one of you broke niggas
My change, insane
My chain, oh that thing

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
It's nothing, It's nothing
It's nothing, It's nothing
It's nothing, It's nothing
It's nothing, It's nothing
It's nothing, It's nothing
It's nothing, It's nothing
It's nothing, It's nothing
It's nothing, It's nothing
Stackin' cheese till my bread right
Smokin' weed till my head right
Did it all on my own so, I'mma spend all my bread like
It's nothing, It's nothing
It's nothing, It's nothing
It's nothing, It's nothing
It's nothing, It's nothing
Stackin' cheese till my bread right
Smokin' trees till my head right
Did it all on my own so, I'mma spend all my bread like
It's nothing, It's nothing
It's nothing, It's nothing
It's nothing, It's nothing
It's nothing, It's nothing

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
You niggas chasin' money I'm on top of it
If it ain't money don't know what the topic is
Don't come out till next year that mean I'm rockin' it
Order thirty-seven bottles call it poppin' shit
Goddamn, what you on?
A private plane, fuck you on?
Party in south of France when it's cold
Used to rock all that old shit till it got old

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
My hair longer than your girl
Go shawty it's your world
Sub-zero flow, when I spit, I see snow flurries
Scarface, all out
All I want in this world
I mean all I want for lunch, is a blunt, and your girl
It ain't nothin' to me but it's somethin' to you
Count money like it's somethin' to do
Summer time I'm like fuck the roof, winter time I'm in 'Lo boots
And uh, it's nothin'
I like being high because it's a better view
And, I told your ho my chain so cold it's on Theraflu

[Hook]