I’m getting this nigga in the morning
He gon’ take, he been chiefing just too long, way
He see me in the evening
Want to catch all these feelings
Well let me be the first to get mine
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
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Okay, I’m chillin’ in my camo
Flippin’ through the channels
All my G.O.O.D Music shit
My logo’s a Lambo
Four doors of ammo
This ammunition I’m pitchin’ to make your body
Switch another position and listen, my weed loud
Spark one and speed off
Tell ‘em I bear arms
I’m cuttin’ my sleeves off
Lettin’ my tats show
And I sag my pants
I’m lettin’ my ass show
I’m hot as Tabasco
I study Castro
Yeah my plug from Cuba
Inside of the car’s like a damn computer
Inside of the crib is like a damn museum
You ain’t seen these before
You’d better get ‘em on film
Tryin’ to take these fat pockets
Man, your chances are slim
Disrespect, you stomp ‘em out
Yeah, give ‘em a Timb
You ain’t did what I did
See I know I’mma win
And they don’t have slow motion
So I did it again
Whoa!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Okay I’m sitting on a plane
Flying over graves
I am so high, nigga, I can talk to rain
My outfit’s insane
Ain’t that evident?
My chain has another chain like it was pregnant
My favorite dish is turkey lasagna
Even my pajamas designer
She got a fat ass, I make her rewind
Back seat so big I press recline
Got a dirty sprite in my cup holder
Rappers like road kill
They get run over
They get done over
It’s just one soldier
This flow’ll make you fall like it’s October
Me and your girl, nigga, opposite of sober
Celine Paris chain on so I look like a cobra
Young Casanova, baby Romeo
I got my girl geeked
She look like she from Tokyo
[Hook]
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