Tomorrow, tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Ain't no such thing as tomorrow
The way we living today
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Dreads hang on the side
Now everything Mr. Comme des Garçons, Mr. Alexander Wang
Mr. Chain, pinky ring, flow insane, ho insane
Man, these shoes I got on these are hardest I've done seen
It look clean where you pour I remix it make it dirty
If she got good head and text me I text back and tell her "hurry"
It's that category 5 when I walk up in the strip club
Throw it high, make you and George Washington head butt
OG's never fed us, now young niggas fed up
Ballin' so hard I deserve a and one
Baking Soda marketing, I'm getting it ain't I? Obviously.
You a bitch, you a ho, that's just my philosophy
And I'm known to kick it like the captain of a soccer team
Billie Jean red leather same color red lobster
And she brain wash ya (?)
I be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
[Hook x2: 2 Chainz & Pharrell]
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
I'mma be fresh as hell if the Feds watching
Drop top, head bobbing
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Grams to Grammy's, two guns Yosemite
Niggas put their Glock on your ass, fuck that Heather B
Pumping that amphetamine, all this D I'm peddling
I be somewhere settling, somewhere that you have never been
To the top you never been, you might need a respirator
Money on the rise like I'm counting on a elevator
You gon' need a detonator swimming with them barracudas
Put the rocket on that ma'fucka prosecutor
This Armani, this Givenchy, I parachute you
I'm so fly I jumped out the Air Wang Gucci (Tell 'em! )
I'm raw, talking California Rolls
Smoking California weed with California hoes (Truu! )
Sending flicks to my partners in the state pen
I just got some pants made out off snake skin
See them shades you got on call Ray-Bans
And the shade I got on cost eight bands
[Hook]
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