2 chainz
big amount (feat. drake)
[Intro: 2 Chainz] I'ma tell you, I'ma tell you this right now If you, if you woke up this mornin', nigga you winnin' for real [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] I got a big amount, I took a different route I am the pick of the litter I was in juvy, they gave me community I had to pick up some litter I want it easy, please do not tease me I wore my Yeezys to dinner This is the season, I got the seasonin' Don't make me sprinkle you niggas I got my reasons, you wanna please me Send me the pussy, not pictures Met her this week and fucked her this evenin' She turn to freak on the liquor Yeah, I am a boss on these bitches Yeah, I pour some Voss on these bitches Yeah, I have no thoughts on these bitches Yeah, rock Double Cross on these bitches, yeah Dearly departed, gather today On some Prince shit You know what they say Me and my safe, got a friendship Ten on me, thin weight, flip weight, gettin' paid Gettin' laid Bitch made, took off sick days 6 trey, 64 bounce, bitch, bounce Hood nigga, favorite spot was the Waffle House Patty melt with the hash browns Tryna avoid all the pat downs Tryna avoid all the lame hoes Weirdos in the background Black out when I back out Blow the horn for a pedestrian Shawty ride like an equestrian I bought the dress that she in Red bottoms in his and hers Got a Rollie in his and hers Got a car in his and hers Walk in the zoo and say, "Pick a fur" Last night was a blur to me This mornin' I got two with me I don't know what to do with me Goin' ape like the zoo with me Got a tool with the screw missin' Two girls in the pool kissin' Everywhere I go, the rod with me Cause these niggas actin' too fishy [Interlude: Drake] Fuck y'all niggas on, man? Duffle bag forever Just left V Live Atlanta could never die as long as Tit alive Yeah [Verse 2: Drake] Look, I got a big amount I think I'm the biggest out Got hits and I ain't even put 'em out Lit and you can't even put it out Got the Billboard melodies Rap is somethin' I do on the side Crossed over to the other side And I didn't even have to die Got the money and I never show it Let a nigga try to play heroic Michael Jackson talkin' to me in my dreams And he say, "You bad and you know it" Better shamone with my check then I'm a J Prince investment Niggas love to talk reckless Then see me like best friends Got the sand colored Fn And I've never seen the inside of a Marriott or a Westin Five stars, nothin' less than Fuck niggas on your payroll And you let 'em know the safe code And you knew him for a month though But you call them niggas big bro You could move in the Hidden Hills And we still don't live by the same code I'm respected everywhere I go Nigga, long live Bankroll Skip the rainbow, funny style shit And it's straight to the pot of gold Somebody, everybody know 6 God with the god flow