Im so motherfuckin true like Im 2 Chainz
Ridin in that Mayweather with your boo thing
Every summer I pop up with some new chains
In these Balmains, filled with them blue things
And these hoes on my back like my Fendi
You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy
And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
Big stash in it, they think that its empty
When a real nigga talkin, please dont speak
My watch tried to take your bitch from me
Dead mens in my pockets, all hunnid
Bitch, Im sippin right now, dont even touch me
No, Im not sippin slow
Just pass me the ball
Ima pick and roll
I get that give and go
Im out there gettin dough
Sosa whats your goals? I dont really know
But I know I want a new house, new shit, new money, new that
New this, new thot, new bitch
Every time I have mood switch
New Gucci, new Louis
New shirts, new pants, new kicks
New drink, new weed
Im surrounded by a bunch of new shit
Im so motherfuckin true like Im 2 Chainz
Ridin in that Mayweather with your boo thing
Every summer I pop up with some new chains
In these Balmains, filled with them blue things
And these hoes on my back like my Fendi
You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy
And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
Big stash in it, they think that its empty
Big stash pot in the car for a fuck nigga
Soon as I see you creepin up, Ima bust, nigga
One thing about my pistol, we got lots of trust, nigga
He know hes a throw-away and he dont give a fuck, nigga
Dont let my niggas catch you on that rough, nigga
All these waves, I feel like Im Puff, nigga
At the top its just us, nigga
If you aint with us, we dont really fuck with you
Im countin cash on my ten fingers or my ten toes
When I wanna be low-key, Im in that Land Rover
You can put me in detox, dont think Im stayin sober
Jump in front of this metro train, and get ran over
Im so motherfuckin true like Im 2 Chainz
Ridin in that Mayweather with your boo thing
Every summer I pop up with some new chains
In these Balmains, filled with them blue things
And these hoes on my back like my Fendi
You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy
And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
Big stash in it, they think that its empty