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[Hook: 2 Chainz] You couldn't walk in my Giuseppee shoes, walk in my Giuseppee shoes Bitch you couldn't walk in my Giuseppee shoes, walk in my Giuseppee shoes I'm wearin' designer clothes, takin' designer drugs Hoes show me love when I'm inside the club (?), man that boy cockin' loot I paid for the pussy man but it ain't somethin' that I often do [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] Treat her like a prostitute, purse with the matchin' boots I hit her in the driveway like it's a mansion in the fuckin' coupe All we do is go get it, I'm allergic to broke niggas Achoo, Achoo And even if I'm playin' ball, the cheapest thing I got on is 450 Rappers try to befriend a nigga On skinny ass tie, wearin' skinny ass tie My outfit from the Grammys might kill you nigga Chief cook crab legs with a Don Perigean nigga I'm a fuckin' don nigga, put a fuckin' (?) in him Giuseppes and (?) on your motherfuckin' lawn nigga Steppin' on your sofa, roll it on your old homie Her ass so big, she need a fuckin' alarm on it [Hook: 2 Chainz] Songtexte[Verse 2: Yo Gotti] Club toxic with the zero print Gold on the tip, pay your fuckin' rent She only rock heels, she a bad bitch 30 bands in the shoebox from the last brick Money don't talk, it just look good Put me in a suit and tie, still I look hood Designer hoes, Atlanta hoes Couple bougie bitches from the west coast In my white on white Giuseppes Nigga I'm fresh to death, can't help it Memphis my hood, I reppin' Love ratchet bitches, I love it, can't help it Black and yellow Lambo, oreo space coupe Jump out with them 'seppes on lookin' like space boots (?) Rollie watch (?) nigga lookin' antique Just counted out another million, that's a cool week [Hook: 2 Chainz] [Verse 3: Jeezy] I see that grill on the two door lookin' barracuda You know that barrel on the Desert Eagle lookin' like a tuba Five or six Rollies, flexin' like I'm Lex Luger Chop the rocks with the razor and my hand, lookin' Freddie Kruger I'm a fool with the (?) but my fork game viscous Lil man bitch, keep the (?), Merry Christmas I'm a (?) wearin' (?) Clyde Christian ass nigga You keep my name in your mouth, always bitchin' ass nigga Swear the roof on this motherfucker lookin' like a scarlet Is that a half a million dollar car? Shit it gotta be These niggas is your enemies, that's just my philosophy And all these swagger jackin' niggas owe you an apology Icy white, two bricks on my feet nigga (?) makin' money while I sleep nigga Cop the (?) and cop the (?) stylin' My Air Force 1's you couldn't walk a mile in 'em [Hook: 2 Chainz] Aus Songtexte Mania