Top Songs By 2 Chainz
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
2 Chainz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trocon Roberts
Songwriter
Tauheed Epps
Songwriter
Steven Bolden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FKi
Producer
Finis "KY" White
Mixing Engineer
Jak Brown
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Yo
Okay
All my niggas with me
All my niggas with it
All my niggas balling
All my niggas athletic
All my niggas A1
All got street cred
All my niggas balling
All my niggas athletic
Pulled up in the phantom
Pulled off with a dancer
Got a pocket full of money
Kinda hard to keep my pants up
Nigga tryna run them bands up
Fuck a bitch with my hands up
Lil Quay fuck the Xans up
Kinda hard to understand her
Duffle bags in the Escalade
Call the bitch there a bread truck
Got the bitch going retarded
Call Uber for a spare truck
All these niggas never scared us
All these niggas never ran up
Bitch tryna put the head on me
Niggas tryna put the feds on me
Niggas tryna take meds on me
Everything for the players only
Niggas sunny like Arizona
Gunshots just for saying something
Spraying shit like aerosol
You a foul and that's a fair ball
Nigga can't reach the goals
Keep shootin' a damn air ball
Watch out, lil' bitch (Watch out, lil' bitch)
Watch out, lil bitch (Watch out)
Watch out, lil' bitch (Watch out)
Watch out, lil' bitch (Yeah)
You getting mad
I'm getting rich
You getting mad
And I'm getting rich
Watch out, lil' bitch (Watch out, lil' bitch)
Watch out, lil' bitch (Watch out)
Watch out, lil' bitch
Hey, watch out lil' bitch (Watch out, lil' bitch)
You getting mad (You getting mad)
I'm getting rich (Rich)
You getting mad
Bitch, I'm getting rich (Yeah)
Watch out lil' hoe (Watch out)
My partners still smoke on parole
They say that I'm crazy
I used to talk to a stove
I tell it to lock, shit, I tell it a lot
Go to the dealership, fishtail off the lot
You know I'm comin' straight out the block
You know I'm comin' straight out the top
Shawty said she want five million
'Cause I told her to leave and call her a thot
Shit, you can like it or not (Damn)
I'm coming straight out the pot (Yam)
Still got some Act' in my stock (Man)
Nigga I ain't gotta lie (Lie)
Nigga I ain't gotta try (Try)
You wavin' that thing in the sky? (Sky)
We wavin' that thing at your body (Body)
We wavin' that thing at your eye (Eye)
Look at the watch on my wrist (Wrist)
Got 'em all watchin' my wrist (Wrist)
Told that lil' bitch I'll pass (Pass)
Nigga watch the assist (Swish)
I run the track like the marathon
You niggas softer than silicone
You know what it's like when the feelin' gone
I know what it's like when the ceilin' gone
I had a sit down with Farrakhan
Turn the White House to the Terror Dome
I used to serve at the Chevron
I used to serve with my necklace on, bitch
Watch out, lil' bitch (Watch out)
Watch out, lil' bitch
Watch out, lil' bitch (Watch out)
Uh, watch out, lil' bitch (Yeah)
You getting mad (You getting mad)
I'm getting rich (Rich)
You getting mad
And I'm getting rich
Watch out, lil' bitch (Watch out)
Watch out, lil' bitch
Watch out, lil' bitch
Hey, watch out, lil' bitch (Watch out, lil' bitch)
You getting mad (You getting mad)
I'm getting rich (Rich)
You getting mad
Bitch, I'm getting rich
Writer(s): Tauheed Epps, Markous Roberts, Steven Bolden
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