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Featuring 2 Chainz & Riick Ross (Intro) Get my people out them chains nigga I mean handcuffs, time to man up Put my hands up, fuck you sayin bruh? Cuz I'm a black man in the Phantom Or is it cuz my windows tinted, car cost 300 thou And I blow endo in it, You mad cuz your daughter fucked with me on spring break? Well, I'mma fuck her til her springs break (Verse) Yeah Roll another one cause I'm random And my four door looking really photogenic Jam em on the tire Interesting won't expire I'm in the class up and all my teacher got fired Money getting long pussy rate keep rising Versace outfit cost me 3,000 From the paint houses Did it from the weak hours Selling that chicken no lemon pepper,no sweat and sour First you get the power then you get respect I'm getting so much money I can buy you bitch Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it SongtexteI like clubs where all the women working naked Feel in love with the wrenches what the fuck I'm thinking Bought that ho a ring it was for her pinky Ah, that's pimpin' that's slick Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent Fuck you're mad at me fo'? Got a black card and a black Phantom With a white bitch in Idaho I'd do the same thing in Palm Dale Got a big bitch in Atlanta, got a red bone in the Shot Got 2 chains, they 2 tone, 200 racks no lie (Hook) Alle cumbaye, Alle cumbaye I'm bout to rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye Alle cumbaye, Alle cumbaye My lawyer threw them gloves on and be another case (Verse) Fuck you're mad at me fo'? Cuz my belt got 2 G's on it Her belt got 2 C's on it, My daughter stroll, it got D's on it Woa, free Big Meech, free Boosy and C Murda Like know what it means like Bob Moore, Come in Compton you will see murders In my egg I'll see murders, beef nigga no burgers I'm insane and you loose end, nigga better turn on them burgers Got cups women in that glass jar, bitch go to dome meet Vernon Got smoke to sell in this hotel, no half-price, no retail You a bitch nigga no female I smack niggas, free will I'm on the block like D12, I got the white no detour Like a little man, get Africa I was born holding that cut And that's real shit, no real sniff and none on the day But they yelling (Hook) Alle cumbaye, Alle cumbaye Thank God that these niggas seen another day Alle cumbaye, Alle cumbaye Got a chopper and the product, fuck it let em spray (Verse) I took my case to trial, higher the green team Rob the Kardashians, Johnny Cochrane, I seen things I dream big, I think sharp Inhale smoke or wind tree bark Humble yourself, you're not a G, keep it one with yourself Runnin niggas for help favors, I keep one on the shelf I got riffles with lasers, swing it just like the majors Hit you right above naval, now you swimming in pavement Gold medals on my neck, I call it Michael Phelps Pros settlin for less I call em bottom shelf Niggas tough on them blogs and never did nothing at all On the road to the riches, bitches not tagging along Ass in the thong, hit that ass and I'm gone Disrespect my nigga Boston, I'm flashin the chrome I'm waving the gat, tittie spay in the mack It's still those in the back, on the lap I got a bitch to look like Layla Ali sittin in my lap Got a problem skateboard, pick em up relax We could skate boards, where to now? Chop will my budget skateboard, homey nigga back (Verse) 2 Chainz! Skateboard on a nigga track No lie,no lie, already got a plat Mama got a house,daughter got accounts Just to think a nigga like me started with an ounce Bad bitches and deep boys would bring em out Hit them niggers pussy,we tush em We clean em out This the voice of ghetto intelligence If you got work go to work don't work at your residence for presidents (Verse) Word to Mohamed that triple beam is hella sick Riding through that jungle in that motherfuckin elephant That's a great Ghost, whippin ears on And swimming through the hood like it got fends on it You know I got that work on the forman grill Where you motherfuckers is? Made another mill Got a million sinning like Cassius Clay Thrilla in Manilla nigga want it, woop his ass today Aus Songtexte Mania