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Yeah! Ugh! 2 Chainz! [Chorus:] These niggas ain't got no bread Nah, nah, I got em' They know I'm a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it Vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, I got it Got liquor everywhere, blowin' smoke up da air These niggas ain't got no bread Get, 'em, got 'em! Ok, now The only way to come up is to stay down, A town The world is my playground, yo girl wanna play round Knock that p off, now yo girl wanna lay round! Hair weave killa, mix it with a Trey hook Get head while I'm readin call that shit facebook! I do it for the paper like a prostitute And hot pursuit, sometimes I feel I'm vodka proof. Yeah, I got them chickens, nigga kaka-doodle-do! I got the flu, I need lobster noodle soup! I know you probably heard this 100 times I got weight, I'm tryna lose 100 pounds! Letras de canciones[Chorus:] These niggas ain't got no bread Nah, nah, I got it They know I'm a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it Vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, I got it Got liquor everywhere, blowin' smoke up da air These niggas ain't got no bread Nah, I got it They hatin, but I don't care, yeah I got it See your girl over there Wishing she was over there Got liquor everywhere, Blowing smoke up in the air Yeah, I got it, I got it! If you don't know, this what swag is So much swag, swag could be my ad lib I do it for the real, so they rock with me I'm in the drop, I should've brought the top with me! I gotta go to court, I keep killin stages Subpoena the promoter, cause he instigating I started from the bottom of the destination Now I'm headed to the top, Call it elevation! The only nigga in first class Still got last night on my mustache Hit em' with da louie belt and louie on my foot Trigga hit em' with the hook! [Chorus:] These niggas ain't got no bread Nah, nah, I got it They know I'm a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it Vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, I got it Got liquor everywhere, blowin' smoke up da air These niggas ain't got no bread Nah, I got it They hatin, but I don't care, yeah I got it See your girl over there Wishing she was over there Got liquor everywhere, Blowing smoke up in the air Yeah, I got it! Yeah, I got it! Yeah nigga I got it 10 racks on me, I don't need no wallet I'm a throw it all, don't need no pockets Got my loose change, puttin hoes through college. She just gave me brain, but I like to call it knowledge Niggas think they dough, but I like to call 'em garbage! He was talking tough said his pistol he gonna pop it Why you mad at me cause yo bitch all up on my dick. Hey, they want some show up? Coco Loso pour up Like I ate some bad pizza And I'm about to throw some dough up! Your tities did some grow ups Hey tity boi you kno what? Now you bout to blow up Nigga you bout to blow up! [Chorus:] These niggas ain't got no bread Nah, nah, I got it They know I'm a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it Vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, I got it Got liquor everywhere, blowin' smoke up da air These niggas ain't got no bread Nah, I got it They hatin, but I don't care, yeah I got it See your girl over there Wishing she was over there Got liquor everywhere, Blowing smoke up in the air Yeah, I got it! Yeah, I got it! From Letras Mania