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[Intro: Pharrell & 2 Chainz] 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 Letras de cancionesI'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] From Letras Mania