[Verse 1: 2 Chainz] I am smoking on that gas Life should be on Cinemax Movie, I bought my boo bigger, bigger, than a bigger ass Who he’s, not I, I smoke strong, that Popeye Louie V’s in my archives, black diamonds, apartheid Bread up and my top down On the block with a block out Hit ya ass with that block out Throwin’ up that go in ya nostril I take ya girl and kidnap her Beat her to my mattress A skeleton in my closet It’s probably a dead ass rapper It’s probably… Don’t try me I pull that? Got ya car note in my car And your rent in my swisha Pussy so good I miss ya Game game’s so vicious And all I get is cheese Like I’m taking pictures
[Chorus: Drake] I say fuck you, ‘less I’m wit’ ya If I take you out of the picture I know real niggas gon’ miss ya No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i Real real Say word, he aint never told no lie He aint never told no lie Real, real, say word, he aint never told no lie he aint never told no lie Real real, say true He aint never told no lie He aint never told no lie Thats a thing I don’t do Nah I just do it for the niggas That try to see a million ‘fore they die Watt up
[Verse 2: Drake] 2 Chainz and Champagne You want true, that’s true enough Forbes list like every year My office is my tour bus She came through, she brought food She got fucked, she knew wassup She think I’m the realest out And I say “damn, that makes two of us” Oh that look like what’s her name Chances are it is whats her name Chances are, if she was acting up Then I fucked her once and never fucked again She could have a Grammy, I still treat that ass like a nominee Just need to know what that pussy like so one time it’s fine with me Young ass, an intern, but money like I build the shit Streets talking they’ll confirm Go ask them who just killed this shit Stay keeping my cup full so I’m extra charged like a state tax Me an Chainz go way back We don’t talk the talk, we just say facts
[Chorus: Drake] I say fuck you, ‘less I’m wit’ ya If I take you out of the picture I know real niggas gon’ miss ya No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i Real real Say word, he aint never told no lie He aint never told no lie Real, real, say word, he aint never told no lie he aint never told no lie Real real, say true he aint never told no lie he aint never told no lie Thats a thing I don’t do Nah I just do it for the niggas that try to see a million ‘fore they die Wattup
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz] Name a nigga that want some I’ll out rap his ass I’ll trap his ass Put his ass in a plastic bag with his trash ass Take ‘em out, bring ‘em in Them whole things, Tupac without a nose ring Thug Life, one wife, a mistress and a girlfriend I did what they say I wouldn’t Went where they say I couldn’t (true) YSL Belt buckle Ya’ll niggas sure is looking Ya’ll niggas sure is lucky 2 Chainz on my rugby Left hand on that steering wheel Right hand on that ?
[Chorus: Drake] I say fuck you, ‘less I’m wit’ ya If I take you out of the picture I know real niggas gon’ miss ya No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i Real real Say word, he aint never told no lie He aint never told no lie Real, real, say word, he aint never told no lie he aint never told no lie Real real, say true He aint never told no lie He aint never told no lie Thats a thing I don’t do Nah I just do it for the niggas That try to see a million ‘fore they die Watt up