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Featuring 2 Chainz & Rick Ross [Intro: Game] Get my people out them chains nigga I mean handcuffs, time to man up Put my hands up, fuck you sayin bro? cause im a black man, in the phatom or is it cause my windows tinted car cost 300 thous and I blow endo in it (2 Chainz) You mad cause your daughter fucked with me on Spring break Well, I'ma fuck her til the springs break [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] Wow Roll another one cause I’m winnin And my four door looking really photogenic Jam ‘em on the tire, in threads won’t expire I’m in the class of my own and all my teacher got fired Money getting long pussy rate keep rising Versace outfit cost me 3 thousand From the p 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 I like clubs where all the women working naked Fell in love with a waitress what the fuck I’m thinking Letras de cancionesBought that ho a ring it was for her pinky uh, that’s pimpin’ that’s slick Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent [Verse 2: Game] Fuck y'all mad at me for Got a black card, and a black phantom With a white bitch in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana) Got a thick bitch in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi Got two chains, they two-tone, two hundred racks, no lie (true) Ali Bomaye!, Ali Bomaye! I'm bout to rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye's Ali Bomaye!, Ali Bomaye! My lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another case Fuck y'all mad at me for Cuz my belt got two G's on , And her belt got two C's on And my daughter's stroller got D's on it Free Big Meech, Free Boosie and C-Murder Like New Orleans n like Baltimore, come to compton you'll see murder And my AR see murders, that's beef nigga no burgers I'm insane and you Usain, nigga better turn on them burners Got coats in that glass jar bitch go turn on them burners got dope to sell in this hotel, no half price, no retail, you a bitch nigga, no female I smack niggas, Spreewell Im on the block like D12, I got the white no d12 I'm like a litte nigga in Africa, I was born toting that K thats real shit, no Will Smith and no nonegate, but they yellin [Hook] Ali Bomaye!, Ali Bomaye! thank God, that a nigga seen another day Ali Bomaye!, Ali Bomaye! got a chopper and a bomb fuck it let them spray [Verse 3: Rick Ross] I take my case to trial, hire the dream team Robby Kardashian, Johnie Cochran, I seen things I dream big, I think sharp inhale smoke, Haiwian tree bark Humble yourself, your not a G keep it one with yourself, running niggas for help, favors, I keep one on the shelf I got rifles with lazers, swing it just like the majors hit you right above navel, now you swimming in pavement Gold medals on my neck, I call it Michael Phelps Hoes sellin for less, I call them bottom shelf Niggas tough on them blogs and never did nothing at all on the road to riches, bitches now taggin along [Verse 4: Game] Leslie ass in a thong, hit that ass when I'm gone Disrespect my nigga Boss and I'm flashen the chrome I'm waiving the tek, titty sprayin the mack its thin does in the backon my level I got a bitch who liooks like Laila Ali, sittin in my lap got a call for skateboard, pick em up at LAX speakin skateboards, where Tune at? fuck with him, I break your skateboard on a nigga back (2 Chainz) [Verse 5: 2 Chainz & Game] Skateboard on a nigga track No lie, no lie, I already got a black mama got a house, daughter got accounts just to think a nigga like me started with an ounce bad bitches and D-Boyz we bring em out if them niggas pussy, we gush them, we clean em out this the voice of ghetto intelligence if you got work go to work, dont work at your residence for presidents [Game] Word to Muhammed that triple beam is devil sent ridin through the jungles in that mother fuckin elephant that's a grey Ghost, with big ears on it swimming through the hood like it got fears on it (tell em) You know I got that work on a Foreman grill wave those mother fuckers in ate another meal got a nigga feelin like Cashius Clay thrilla in manilla nigga wont it whoop his ass today [Hook] From Letras Mania