Got everything, I got everything
I cannot complain, I cannot
I don't even know how much I really made, I forgot, it's a lot
Fuck that, never mind what I got, nigga don't watch that cause I
Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me, all me for real
Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me, all me for real
Money on my mind, you should think the same
J's on, pinky ring
Dogging these hoes, I need quarantine
In the same league, but we don't ball the same
(Ah) She want all the fame, I hear that shit all the time
She said she love me, I said, "Baby girl, fall in line"
Okay, made a million, off of denim, fuck, watch me switch it up
Walked in, "Ill nigga alert! Ill nigga alert!"
You need that work, I got that work, got bitches in my condo
Just bought a shirt that cost a Mercedes-Benz car note
From the A to Toronto, we let the metal go off
And my dick so hard it make the metal detector go off
This that sauce, this that dressing, Givenchy, nigga God bless you
If having a bad bitch was a crime, I'd be arrested (True)
I touched down in '86
Knew I was a man by the age of 6
I even fucked the girl that used to babysit
But that was years later on some crazy shit
I heard your new shit, nigga hated it
Damon Wayans, homie don't play that shit
I get paid a lot, you get paid a bit
And my latest shit is like a greatest hits
God damn, ain't no wishing over on this side
Y'all don't fuck with us, then we don't fuck with y'all
It's no different over on this side
God damn, should I listen to everybody or myself?
Cause myself just told myself
"You're the motherfucking man, you don't need no help"
Cashing checks and I'm bigging up my chest,
Y'all keep talking 'bout who next
But I'm about as big as it gets
I swear y'all just wasting y'all breath
I'm the light skinned Keith Sweat
I'mma make it last forever
It's not your turn 'cause I ain't done yet
Look, just understand that I'm on a roll like Cottonelle
I was made for all of this shit
And I'm on the road box office sales
I'm getting paid for all of this shit
Ask you to please excuse my table manners
I was making room for the table dancers
'Cause if we judging off your advances
I just got paid like eight advances
God damn!
Ho, shut the fuck up!
I got way too much on my mental, I learn from what I've been through
I'm finna do what I didn't do and still waking up like the rent's due
Not complicated, it's simple, I got sexy ladies, a whole Benz-full
And to them hoes I'm everything -- everything but gentle
But I still take my time, man, I guess I'm just old fashioned
Wearing retro shit, that's old fashioned
Nigga, see what I'm saying, no closed caption
I paint pics, see the shit, good sex, need to hit
Keep a broad on the floor year 'round like season tickets
I plead the fifth, drink a fifth
Load the nine, leave you split, in the half, smoke a half, need a zip
My new girl is on Glee and shit,
probably making more money than me and shit
I swear to God I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
I got 99 problems, getting rich ain't one
Like I got trust issues, I'm sorry for the people I've pushed out
I'm the type to have a bullet-proof condom and still gotta pull out
But that's just me, and I ain't perfect, I ain't a saint but I am worth it
If it's one thing, I am worth it, niggas still hating but it ain't working
Lil' bitch...
Money's the motivation money's the conversation
You on vacation, we gettin paid, so
We dont placate 'em, I did it for the fam
It's whatever we had to do, its just who I am
Yeah it's the life a chose
Gunshots in the dark, one eye closed
And we got it cookin'like a one eyed stove
You can catch me kissin' my girl with both eyes closed
Perfectin my passion, thanks for askin
Couldn't slow down so we had crash it
You use plastic, we bout cash
I see some people ahead that we gon' pass, yeah!
I never fear death or dying
I only fear never trying
I am whatever I am
Only God can judge me now
One shot everything rides on
Tonight even if I've got
Three strikes, Imma go for it
This moment, we own it
And I'm not to be played with
Because it could get dangerous
See these people I ride with
This moment we own it
And the same one's I ride with be the same ones that I die with
Put it all out on the line with
If you lookin for me you can find Wiz
In the new car or the with my new broad
That's a fine chick, and the weather Squad, I'am down it
Ain't no way around it
What you say? Tell me what you say?
Workin' hard reppin for my dawgs, so this every day
Takin' off lookin' out for all, makin sure we ball like the mob
All you do is call, catch you if you fall, younh khalifa
I only fear never trying
I'am whatever I'am
Omly god ca Judge me now
One shot everything rides on
Tonight even if I've got
Three strikes, Imma go for it
This moment, we own it
And I'm not to be played with
Because it could get dangerous
See these people I ride with
This moment we own it
This the biggest day of my life
We got big guns been graduated from knives
Day in the life And i'am ready to ride
Got the spirit I'am feelin' like a killer inside
Or financial outbreak I'am free but I aint out yet
Ridin with plug so I'am close to the outlet
At the red light rims sittin on the set
I look better on your girl than her outfit
Stuck to the plun, always said that we would stand up
Never run We the fam and loyalty never change up
Been down since day one, look at where we came from
Jumpin out on anybody who try two say somehtin
One thing about it got a problem? I've got the same one
Money rolls we fold plenty clubs we close follow the same code
Never turn our backs our cars don't even lose control
One shot everything rides on
Tonight even if I've got
Three strikes, Imma go for it
This moment, we own it
And I'm not to be played with
Because it could get dangerous
See these people I ride with
This moment we own it
[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah
Birthday, it’s your birthday
If I die bury me inside that Louie store
[Hook: 2 Chainz]
They ask me what I do and who I do it for
And how I come up with this shit up in the studio
All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe
All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe
When I die, bury me inside the Gucci store
When I die, bury me inside the Louie store
All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe
All I want for my birthday is a big booty hoe
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
She got a big booty so I call her Big Booty
Scrr Scrr, Wrists moving, cookin’ to it
I’m in the kitchen, yams everywhere
Just made a jugg I got bands everywhere
You the realest nigga breathin’ if I hold my breath
Referee, with the whistle, hold his tech
Extendo clip, extendo roll
When your girl leave me she need a hair salon
Hair weave killer, goin’ on a trapathon
See I done have more bombs than Pakistan
Dope bomb, dro bomb, and a pill bomb
See nigga, I’m ballin’ you in will call
When I die, bury me inside the jewelry store
When I die, bury me inside the Truey store
True to my religion, true everything I’m too different
So when I die, bury me next to 2 bitches
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Ah, Yeezy Yeezy how you doing huh?
It’s my birthday, I deserve to be greedy huh?
She holding out, she ain’t givin’ to the needy huh?
You go downstairs and fall asleep with the T.V on
Ya’ll been together ten years, you deserve a menaj
‘Specially if you put that BMW in the garage
‘Specially if you paid a couple payments on her mamma crib
Weren’t you at niece’s graduation? Man, I hate those kids
Last birthday, she got you a new sweater
Put it on, give her a kiss, and tell her, “Do better”
She said, “How ’bout I get you jewelry from the Weston?”
How ’bout she hit the West End and get her best friend?
I’m jokin’, I’m just serious, I asked her
Don’t be actin’ like no actress, if we preachin’ then we practice
Don’t be reachin’, don’t be touchin’ shit
We in Kanye West’s benz, cause I will turn you back to a pedestrian
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz (Kanye West)]
It’s your birthday, it’s your birthday
Bad bitches contest, you in first place
You in first place, you in first place
Bad bitches contest, you in first place
I show up with a check to your work place
(Then hand the valet the keys to the Mercy)
Tell the DJ play your song, this shit come on
(What I’m seein’ from the back I can’t front on)
They ask me what I do and who I do it for
When I die, bury me inside the booty club
Get it good, get it good, get it get it good
I might switch it up and get you good
[Hook]
[Outro: 2 Chainz (Kanye West)]
Deuce and Ye
We like Snoop and Dre
And this your birthday, baby?
You deserve a coupe today
(You in first place, you in first place)
(Bad bitches contest you in first place!)
