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2 Chainz - ColleGrove Album Lyrics



2 Chainz - ColleGrove Lyrics






Dedication

You gotta known how to have fun when you get these checks man.
Nah, I'mma put this on your camera. You need... I'm bout to tell you right now.
Tell me what I need. Tity Boi. Tity Boi.
You need to tell Cris go on let you go.
Young Mula it out, we have fun over here, we just eating.
We having fun, we just doing stuff, we don't even care about.
(Go get my shit). Young Money, we care

If it wasn't for Wayne, it wouldn't be
A lot of dudes in the game, including me
We was smoking that gas in '03
Was gon' sell a few bags to Lil Fee
Couple years removed from HBs
Tatted lyrics from Jigga to Jay-Z
I went to Eastover before Katrina
Remember going to Magic riding in my B-mer
And this was way before FEMA, and you was rappin' and singin'
And I was slanging the Ps and smoking nigga like Newport
Comin up off of Too Short, my underwear was my hoop shorts
And then I went on tour and recorded a song on your tour bus
And that was '08, that's the first time I met Drake
When I hit your cup with that drank, had a nigga stomach like wait

[Hook:]
That my dog, that my dog, that my dog, yea, that my dog,
that my dog uhh, that my dog, that my dog, that my dog,
that my dog, that my dog, that my dog, that my dio, yea that my dog

You relocated to MIA
You told me shawdy this where I stay
I came down to pay a visit
You told me Zoe Pound and them was trippin
And you, you wasn't dippin'
Had the M-16 and with the extra clip, ready to act ignorant
Ridin' off in the Phantom, and Mr. G he was driving
Pumpin' that Playaz Circle, you told me that we was riding
And I told you that I was rappin', I told you I wasn't writing
You said Luda was foolish because he wasn't excited
That was way before Tyga, I saw Nicki with Gucci
You said, "You can make a million rappin' 'bout some pussy, I did."
T, Fewq, Mally Mal, shining like Armor Oil
You can ask Mac, I was YM 'fore all of y'all
Stunna said I reminded him of Johnny
In this world you either selling or you buying

[Hook:]
That my dog, that my dog, that my dog, yea, that my dog,
that my dog uhh, that my dog, that my dog, that my dog,
that my dog, that my dog, that my dog, that my dog, yea that my dog

You tatted your face and changed the culture
You screamed soowoo and them gangstas loved it
You bought a Bugatti so you can flex
And most of the bad bitches your ex
Ride 'til the wheels fall off and they got wobbly
Duffle Bag video, we shot that bitch on Godby
You was holding a sty-ry, I had more gold than a pirate
They said it ain't about stylin', what they tryin' to kick knowledge
Duffle Bag Boys, yea I can't forget Dolla
In going to get the money, it's some words that I follow
I swallow my pride, smoking endo outside
Straight from Collegrove, I'm reporting live

[Hook:]
That my dog, that my dog, that my dog, yea, that my dog,
that my dog uhh, that my dog, that my dog, that my dog,
that my dog, that my dog, that my dog, that my dog, yea that my dog
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Writer: TAUHEED EPPS, JOSHUA LUELLEN, MIKE DEAN
Copyright: Lyrics © BARRY BERGMAN DBA WOOD MONKEY MUSIC






Smell Like Money

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne:]
Here I go, here I go this that C5
Bitch I'm back, with that crack like panty lines
Asinine, I get blow like dandelions
F*ck more hoes than advertise
They say Tune you're dead wrong
I say wrong, had to die
Pussy nigga don't keep it real no more
Drug dealers changed but the high stay the same
Prices go up but the high stay the same
Gotta watch for undercovers like crying in the rain
Chillin' in the crib with the lock on the door
Layin' on the couch with the Glock on the floor
Within arm reach, security, alarm breach
I just cut off the lights so I don't shoot my hoe
I eat so much shrimp, I smoke so much hemp
The world too small it is like 4 walls
You see I got holes punched in
My chances are cold cut thin, but I still took 'em and nigga we made it
T roll that killer, weed up in the swisher, and make it as fat as a pig in a blanket
My BFF is Benjamin Franklin, they cry for help we get 'em a hanky
Ain't nothing sweet but the shit that we drinkin', the bitches we bangin', the cinnamon danish
The pen is paining, shit is restraining
It is a shame but niggas is shameless
Niggas is assholes, or enemas, finna get anal
Injury, time out, I just blew my mind out
But still I'm maintaining
Real gangsta shit it get dangerous
You talking money and guns, 2 languages
I throw niggas from off of the plane I'm in
Oh my god, it's raining men
Said the weatherman to the anchorman
I send hella cash to the bank I'm with
What you do it for if it ain't for this
I watch my step so much, I'm starting to feel like my ankles' wrist
Cold hearted, starting to feel like I'm in Anchorage when I think of this
And rude awakenings get taken in like fragrances

[Hook - Lil Wayne:]
Bitch I smell like money, dope and cologne
I say bitch I smell like money, that's that dope and cologne
And if he ain't getting money, don't love him, leave his broke ass alone
I say if he ain't getting money, leave his stank ass alone
'Cause bitch I smell like money, I smell like money
When you this rich they call it wealthy
Shit they gotta call it somethin'
Lord I done got too rich for stuntin' (damn)
But not for thuggin.'
That's right bitch I smell like money, money
You smell me coming

[Verse 2 - 2 Chainz:]
2 Chainz
Totin' double barrels in a horse and carriage
Ain't scared of nothing except God and marriage
Through the concrete grew a rose petal
If trapping was a sport, I'd have a gold medal
I steal her like Jerome Bettis
Call me Trill Cosby, I might spike my own beverage
Parallel park in front of Neiman Marcus
He ain't never fly nigga, like an ostrich
They say ain't nothing for free, but please free my partnas
Might have a swag contest and give out free Versaces
Yea, lobster rolls for an appetizer
Bad red bitch give me a lap-etizer
I'm in my Rolls Royce because it's black and wiser
And don't get in the way, my nig this rapid fire
Brrr stick 'em, I'm a victim of being a victim
Codeines, Xanax and liquor
Prescriptions and couple pistols
Got clean molly with the crystals
Middle finger to the judicials
Fork and a pot is my utensils
Had a threesome with 2 sisters
I get head and you kiss her
I don't never call and you miss her
I got every gun except a missile
I paid attention to the minister
My silhouette is sinister
Only child with trust issues
You couldn't walk a mile in my hoop shoes
Me and Tune 2 loose screws
2 parts in my box cut, my pop wouldn't even pop up
Last night I prayed to God and asked for him to make a drop truck
Polo T and drop crotch, moccasins without socks
And I smell like money, I can count a hundred thousand with the lights off

[Hook - Lil Wayne:]
I say bitch I smell like money, that's that dope and cologne
And if he ain't getting money, don't love him, leave his broke ass alone
I say if he ain't getting money, leave his stank ass alone
'Cause bitch I smell like money
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Writer: Carlton Mays, Dwayne Carter, Tauheed Epps
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC






Bounce

[Lil Wayne:]
3 chainz, owww
Caught up in my bullshit, put your head on backwards
And skate off after, engage in laughter 'bout what just happened
Fingers and napkins get sent to mammies; is that too graphic?
Catch you in traffic, you sitting daffy like stealing candy
My ceiling's absent, my wheels are massive, my friends assassins
All of us bastards, our mothers queens and our women dancers
My rivers rapid, my fins are splashin', my gills are flappin'
I bend some matches, then sip some gas and went kissed a dragon

[2 Chainz:]
I'm really rappin', I'm finger snappin', I'm pistol packin'
Y'all niggas slippin', my swag is drippin', so here's a napkin
What's really happnin' bro?
Verbal attackin', I'm showing passion
Know what I mean, see I'm the king like I'm from Akron
I'm going overboard, somebody call the captain
And when it come to getting checks, I always want the fat ones
I'm so high I can sing to a chandelier
My flow a glass of Ace of Spade and yours a can of beer

[Lil Wayne:]
Too many bitches, too many blunts, too many buttons
Not enough bullets, them niggas buggin', the squad is comin'
AK on shoulder, no shoulder shruggin', aim at ya nugget
My weed sticky like acupuncture and magnus honey
Knock on the side door three times and have your money
Or get to steppin' like Kappas stompin', I'll slap a junkie
I'm having lunch with Italian Sonny, don't ask the subject
Lord why you took Rabbit from me, he say don't ask me nothing
Too many bodies, too many bangers, too many bundles
Not enough bullets, these niggas buggin', I heard they stung you
It's gon' be trouble, we come through and catch you while you cuddle
Them shotgun barrels like tunnels nigga, don't even mumble

[2 Chainz:]
I'm back to ballin', I'm in the back full of magnums only
Pull on the scene and I f*ck your queen playing Pastor Troy
Our weed ready, turkey spaghetti and Castrol oil
That's codeine turn your guillotine to a fashion show
In 4 minutes I'll turn this into forensics in a foreign car with a foreign broad
That's long winded, paper long, and you taking long, you just don't get it
Hung the phone up and Satan want a song with me
Hotter than Mississippi in summer of 1950s
In a van full of some niggas and white bitches
Get pulled over for swervin' like "Hi, officer,"
When he ask me why I was swerving, "I'm high, officer."

[Hook - 2 Chainz:]
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself

[Lil Wayne:]
Got a mansion, a condo, a cabin, I sleep in my Phantom
So high dancing with the stars to the Star Spangled Banner
I change your channel, I change your pattern, I ring your Saturn
I bang your madam, she get on top and I shake the ladder
I make her straddle then gather and calculate the data
I listen up for the snakes or the baby rattle
I play the shadows, don't play no games, I straight get at 'em
I'm on the chronic all day like it's my favorite album

[2 Chainz:]
A plate of salmon, the Cayman Islands, a stripper dancer
If I don't get the car first, I'll have a temper tantrum
I'm innovative, I demonstrated, this nigga played it
I don't care if you owe me a nick, nigga you need to pay me
I kiss ya lady, eat her pussy, then kiss the baby
Get situated, get keys off table, then leave her 80
I really made it, get it maid, Schwarzenegger
Won't wrestle niggas, I spatula all you action figures

[Lil Wayne:]
I'm so high the blunt feel like a dumbbell
These niggas tiny like a spider on a Spud Webb
I got some upscale cocaine on my thumbnail
I feed it to my fun girls, they say f*ck yeah

[2 Chainz:]
I'm doing this shit like whatever
When I go I'mma leave for the better
I told her you dig like a shovel
I want a Ferrari in yellow
Just so I can match all my yellow bitches
I been a playa since elementary
I got more bars than a penitentiary
I got a clip that hang several inches

[Hook - 2 Chainz:]
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
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Writer: Tauheed Epps, Dwayne Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC






Gotta Lotta

[Lil Wayne:]
Lotta dope
Gotta lotta dope
Ba-ba-da-bope

[Hook - Lil Wayne:]
Ba-da-ba-da-beee
Ba-ba-da-bope
Yeah
Ba-ba-da-bope
I said we gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta coke
We got weed, that's a lotta smoke
Yeah, that's that loud I hope
We gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta dope
Ba-ba-da-bope
I said we gotta lotta dope, yea we gotta lotta coke
We got weed, there's a lotta smoke
Yea, that's that lotta dope
I said we gotta lotta dope
Ba-ba-da-bope

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne:]
Okay we gotta lotta dope
We got the hotter hoes
I said we done shot a lot of folk
We be in and out of court
And I done seen so many cowards croak
It's like watching flowers grow
I mean, please, don't you cowards know?
We will leave your bloody body on your mama's porch
Lord, born in the projects
Papa was a rolling stone, selling rock crack
Yeah, I grew up in my day
Making juugs on a phone with no contacts
I'm drinking Activas only know Hi-Tech
Hold on, think I'm getting too high tech
Yeah, I think she getting a contact
Now she needs some dope dick, and she know who to contact

[Hook - Lil Wayne:]
Ba-da-ba-da-beee
Ba-ba-da-bope
Yeah
Ba-ba-da-bope
I said we gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta coke
We got weed, that's a lotta smoke
Yeah, that's that loud I hope
We gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta dope
Ba-ba-da-bope

[Verse 2 - 2 Chainz:]
Yo Tunes, pass the steel, or bash the steel
My passion real, I'm fashion ill
The pussy niggas are Massingil, mass appeal
My past is real before I had the deal, you dig?
Pies and cakes, out of state
Lies is fake, God don't make mistakes
Got the girl pussy smelling like Codeine Syrup
Got the bands on me like a football field, I'm ill
I deserve a threesome for my birthday
If she pretty it's Magic City on the first date
Cup of lean and toast, yeah I'm 'posed to boast
Goody Mo the quote, not many coming close
Trying to smoke what I never smoked before
Dream what I never dreamed before
Woke up and my Rolls sky high
I ride by, I drive by then hop out

[Hook - Lil Wayne:]
Ba-da-ba-da-beee
Ba-ba-da-bope
Yeah
Ba-ba-da-bope
I said we gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta coke
We got weed, that's a lot of smoke
Yeah, that's that loud I hope
We gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta dope
Ba-ba-da-bope

[Verse 3 - 2 Chainz:]
Big dreams, big rings, big chains
Switch lanes, sip lean
Sixteen, seventeen, Medellin
Favorite color money green
A triple beam, a hundred Ps of sour Ds
A bunch of Ds, she can come suck on these, no suckas please
See I look like my daddy though
I get high, I get the munchies eating edible
If it's available
Bitch you never know
Oyster Perpetual
Trapped at the Texaco like I'm OJ
Trying to put it in her mouth like Colgate
Ben Franklin, that's my muthaf*ckin soul mate
Yea I need a mop, I got a new flo' today
I'm sippin' syrup like a got a f*ckin' cold today
I'm throwing tres up like Golden State
Old school the same color as Sidney Poitier

[Lil Wayne (2 Chainz):]
Ba-da-ba-da-beee
Ba-ba-da-bope
(Got a lot, got a lot)
Yeah
Ba-ba-da-bope
I said we gotta lotta dope
(Got a lot, got a lot) We gotta lotta coke
We got weed, that's a lotta smoke
Yeah, that's that loud I hope
We gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta dope
Ba-ba-da-bope
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Writer: JOHN LARKIN, DWAYNE CARTER, ANTONIO NUNZIO CATANIA, TAUHEED EPPS, BYRON THOMAS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC






MFN Right

[Intro - Lil Wayne:]
Tunechi and 2 Chainz
Tunechi and 2 Chainz
ColleGrove on!

[Chorus - 2 Chainz:]
Told a bitch you mothaf*cking right
Told a bitch you mothaf*cking right
Told a bitch you mothaf*cking right
Told a bitch you mothaf*cking right

[Verse 1 - 2 Chainz:]
Mike told me this gon be your favorite song
Ooh, wear that red one, that my favorite thong
Put em on, I said baby put em on
I said what you gonna do when you go home?
Kiss your man after you sucked on my woo!
She called my phone, I told her I was at the stu
Last name Chainz, first name 2
Pull up on me, shawty you know what to do

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - 2 Chainz:]
I bought some gold chains with my drug money
Then wore it on the stage just to stunt on em
That's how we do it on the south side
Might buy an AK using all 5s
Big booty bitches in my archives
Potato on the barrel for you small fries
G4, G5 jet
Export, import checks on deck
Once the DJ drop this shit
Make em shake it like Tourette's
Smoking on the top floor, I'm as high as I can get
Lean in the baby bottle, I try not to babysit
So I had to take a sip, if I like it then I buy
Got so many damn rides I put my garage on a diet

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne:]
ColleGrove, we out here, all these bitches want this dope dick
And our pockets look like blowfish and we higher than some voltage
I got Trukfit on my back, bitch on this Actavis I'm active
And my acronym is HB, that's for Hot Boy, you a has been
All this bling, bling, bling, bling, bling, you ain't gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
You ain't squad, squad, squad, squad, squad you ain't hot like Haagen-Dazs
Out here thrashing with my crew, all you hearing is, Soo woo!
From New Orleans, that's voodoo got a baby with New-New
And I'm smoking like Badu hoodie loccing, I'm Piru
No more YMCMB, hocus pocus, bye bye, poof
Bitch you mothaf*cking right, get a mothaf*cking life
Lil Tunechi out this bitch, drops the mothaf*cking mic

[Chorus]

[Outro - Lil Wayne:]
ColleGrove
ColleGrove
ColleGrove
ColleGrove
Tunechi and 2 Chainz
Tunechi and 2 Chainz
College Park, Holly Grove, ColleGrove the new name
Yeah it's Tunechi and 2 Chainz
Tunechi and 2 Chainz
F*cking right
Tell that bitch, you mothaf*cking right
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Writer: DWAYNE CARTER, XAVIER DOTSON, TAUHEED EPPS, MICHAEL LENN WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Songtrust Ave






Blue C-Note

[Verse 1 - 2 Chainz:]
You did it for the broads, I did it for the paper
Got a hundred styles, got a hundred acres
F*ck the police (f*ck 'em), hundred middle fingers (f*ck 'em)
And you a square nigga (f*ck 'em), you a chess table (f*ck 'em)
You be savin' hoes (f*ck 'em), you be rest haven (f*ck 'em)
Got a lotta rides like a bus station
See my phone ringin', see my diamonds danglin'
See the bitches blinkin', BLUE C-NOTES,
All of 'em singin, BLUE C-NOTES
All of 'em Franklins, BLUE C-NOTES
Spend without thinkin', a tool without safety
I have ya broads taken, I have they heart achin'
Push start crankin', new grill face it
New mill tastin', straight without a chaser
Draws come from Macy's, broads is confirmation
Same in different places, I run all the bases

[Hook:]
You did it for the broads, I did it for the paper
I got a hundred styles, got a hundred flavors,
F*ck the police, hundred middle fingers,
And you a square nigga, BLUE C-NOTES
All of 'em singin', BLUE C-NOTES
All of 'em Franklins, BLUE C-NOTES
Spend without thinkin', ice on both pinkies
Mobile phone ringin', BLUE C-NOTES

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne:]
I did it for my dogs, I did for the skaters
I did it for the paper, my niggas still on papers
I got a hundred tats, I got a hundred million
I keep on switchin' wifeys, you gotta Uncle Phil me
Dreadlock Rasta, hair like pasta
I don't see what's your problem, I need an eye doctor
Flying to them dollars, ducking fly swatters
Shoot 'em in the head, leave his mind boggled
Comin' down the boulevard I'm on your avenue
A half a mill on my grill, you niggas snaggle tooth
Told some dead presidents I'm finna bury you
When it come to presidents I like 'em black and blue

[Hook:]
You did it for the broads, I did it for the paper
I got a hundred styles, got a hundred flavors,
F*ck the police, hundred middle fingers,
And you a square nigga, BLUE C-NOTES
All of 'em singin', BLUE C-NOTES
All of 'em Franklins, BLUE C-NOTES
Spend without thinkin', ice on both pinkies
Mobile phone ringin', BLUE C-NOTES

[Lil Wayne:]
Got a hundred styles, got a hundred acres
Got a hundred tats, got a hundred skaters
Did it for the broads, I did it for the paper
I'm 'bout to buy a [?] bring the hundred paper
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Writer: Dwayne Carter, Nosakhere Andrews, Tauheed Epps
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC






Not Invited

[Hook:]
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited

I don't have to front
I park in the front with the trunk in the front
Make me a profit a month
Whether I get it or don't
I'ma go hard, I'ma stunt
I'm puttin' gas in the joint
I'm puttin' oil in the blunt
I do this shit for the Park
I do this shit for the Point
I do this shit for the 'Vard
I do this shit cause you boring
I am the man in this muthaf*cka
I got them bandz in this muthaf*cka
You know what I'm sayin', hand full of Xans
Nigga not playin' in this muthaf*cka
Put me a deuce in a Brisk tea
Couple of chains on the Crims tee
Tell me how I met a bitch one time and she talkin' 'bout she miss me

[Hook:]
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited

She fell in love with the Percocet
She like the one with a ten on it
She like the Benz with the fins on it
She like the Benz with the lens on it
She like the Benz with the rims on it
And my turbo got them twins on 'em
All of my partners got bandz on 'em
So tell me what the f*ck you sayin' huh?
You exotic baby, you special
Go and send me some new pictures
You so damn fine, it's a damn crime,
you gon' end up on a news special
You exotic baby, I'm f*ckin' with you
You exotic baby, I'm workin' with you
And I'm smokin' on exotic
Got Chanel on her body
Might meet her in the lobby, used the herb in my ashtray
"Give a f*ck" is my last name, "I don't" is my first
This for my ones, like November first
Walk around with two cups, like I'm always thirsty

[Hook:]
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited
All of my hoes is exotic
None of your hoes is invited

None of your hoes, none of your hoes
None of your hoes, none of your hoes
None of your hoes, none of your hoes
None of your hoes, none of your hoes
Ain't none of your hoes, none of your hoes
Ain't none of your hoes, none of your hoes
None of your hoes, none of your hoes
None of your hoes, none of your hoes
They can't get in, they can't get in
Yeah, It's a real nigga party
It's a real bitches party
See that vibe right here, you dig?

Thousand dollar shoes on your sofa
My other trap nigga watchin' Oprah
My other trap nigga watchin' Ricki Lake
I'm a trap nigga servin' shake and bake
I'm a trap nigga, serve you shake and bake
We in the back of the bando
Ammo like "Commando"
Pit bark in the front yard
Ain't no key for the top part
I'm allergic to cop cars
All these F's on my rims, f*ck report cards
Reporting live straight from College Park
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Writer: TAUHEED EPPS
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC






Bentley Truck

All about it, all about it, I'll tell you all about it, all about it

[Hook:]
This the shit you play when you in a Bentley truck
This the shit you play when them strippers acting up
This the shit you play when you smoke a zip and up
This the shit you play when you sippin' out a cup
This the shit you play nigga (yessir). This the shit you play (alright)
This the shit you play when you cuttin' up that work
This the shit you play when you ridin' in a vert
This the shit you play when you in a Bentley truck
This the shit you play when them strippers acting up
This the shit you play when you smoke a zip and up
This the shit you play when you sippin' out a cup

[2 Chainz:]
Stunt. Dab. Thrab. Racks
Ball hog. Neiman's, Saks
Lenox, Moda, Dope, Soda
Lean, Soda, Cream, Soda
Shawdy thick, small waist
Fat ass, gon' shake
Money tall, Tyra Banks
We everything y'all ain't
Couldn't believe in Santa Claus 'cause I ain't have no chimney
Soufside with a F and the F for Fendi
I'm the type of guy to buy a extra Bentley
Had 2 SS's like Mississippi
One phone call and I can get some pussy
One phone call, I know you niggas pussy
This the shit you play when you in the bushes
This the shit you play when you hit the bookie

[Hook:]
This the shit you play when you in a Bentley truck
This the shit you play when them strippers acting up
This the shit you play when you smoke a zip and up
This the shit you play when you sippin' out a cup
This the shit you play when you in a Bentley truck
This the shit you play when them strippers acting up
This the shit you play when you smoke a zip and up
This the shit you play when you sippin' out a cup

[Lil Wayne:]
This that shit you play, 'bout that pistol play
Bop-bop bitch your face, haha in your face
This that shit you know, bitch you know you fake
This that clique you hate, but bitch they're here to stay
This that shit you play, this that clique you know
'Bout that trigger play, trigger finger roll
But this ain't NBA, this the CEO
And this ain't MMA, but this a TKO
Rolls Royce Wraith, I park that bitch and skate
I talk that shit, she caught that line, I call that fish filet
And all of my niggas is a-one, and y'all lil niggas look like steak (well done)
And all my woes is athletic, and all of my hoes is getting pregnant
Don't dab, don't dance
Do me, own swag
Never soft, you niggas softer
What's that smell? Rigor mortis
South Beach, socks off
Money, drugs in the sock drawer
F*ck her good, get a round of applause
This the shit I play when I go to drop a bitch off

[Hook:]
This the shit you play when you in a Bentley truck
This the shit you play when them strippers acting up
This the shit you play when you smoke a zip and up
This the shit you play when you sippin' out a cup
This the shit you play when you in a Bentley truck
This the shit you play when them strippers acting up
This the shit you play when you smoke a zip and up
This the shit you play when you sippin' out a cup
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Writer: DWAYNE CARTER, TAUHEED EPPS, LELAND TYLER WAYNE, ADAM KING FEENEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC






100 Joints

[Hook:]
No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day

Hop up out that motherf*cker swaging
Hop up out that motherf*cker dabbing
Had an old school on some rallies
Used to go to school in some Bally's
Flexing Macho Man Randy Savage
Oh I'm 'bout to let these niggas have it
School of hard knocks I graduated
I got all my real straight from Baby's
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day
I had 'em pre rolled all yesterday
You need your passport for our second date
You know I'm fly nigga rocking reptiles
I'm whopping on this beat like a step child
Big ring on [?]
Ya my role model was Project Pat
Life is too short, nigga born to mac
I hope up out that coupe nigga rat, rat
Hating on the style I hope you die today
I hope they [?] don't find your ass for 30 days
Mind on my money, money on the state
Ain't judge a book by its cover turn the page
I like her on the pole that's the business nigga
As soon as she get off I'mma kick it with her

[Hook:]
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
Don't matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day

Time to switch it up on 'em
Time to flip it up on 'em
Got a Masi on the corner
Pull it out when I want to
Pull your bitch when I want her
Man I want another joint
Cold day now Styrofoam, that's getting to the point
East Point in this motherf*cker
College Park in this motherf*cker
West Side in this motherf*cker
The best died in this motherf*cker
My damn street know I'm riding through it
Four four two on the hood
Do this shit here for the hood
Why you niggas shit on the hood?
Two two three at the sunroof
Niggas spending like one tooth
Turn around and see white smoke when I leave out the mic booth
I'm tight nigga that's known
Put gold on the white coupe
Put gold on the white tooth
Put gold on my wife tooth

[Hook:]
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day
Laying by my chopper, its laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day
Laying by my chopper, its laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke 100 joints a day, lil' bitch
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: TAUHEED EPPS
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC






Rolls Royce Weather Everyday

[Verse 1 - 2 Chainz:]
I sip drank with my dinner, smoke some gas before breakfast
Bitches know my name and I don't have to wear a necklace (2 Chainz)
Bought a Wraith for Winter and a vert for the Summer
'Member twelfth grade I sold some work to undercover
Mama only child we stayed in a one bedroom (tru)
Used to ride MARTA 'cause it had more leg room
I'm a ghetto boy, I came up on Brad Jordan
First lick I made, I bought five pairs of Jordans
Make it so bad, two pair were the same
I see the old me in new cats in the game
Drop some loose change on some clothes I can't pronounce
Gun so muhf*ckin' big you gotta crouch
I like pretty girls with some business about theyself
Bring your best friend, you don't need nobody else
All about that mula, Netflix, and the Moscato
In my sex drive, I ride over potholes

[Hook - 2 Chainz:]
I do me, I get high, I get fly, I get paid
I do me, I get high, I get fly everyday
I do me, I get high, I get fly, I get paid
I do me, I get high, I get fly everyday

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne:]
I just got a text message from wifey, nigga
I scroll down, the next message from Nike, nigga
I'm just doing it too big on these tiny niggas
I been lost my f*ckin' mind, I never mind these niggas
Pockets deep and I'mma get in depth like like Johnny nigga
Acting like they on the edge, I'm a step behind these niggas
Outthink, outshine these niggas
Eyes chink like Chinese niggas
Fast lane, fast life, you blink you probably miss us
You thinking 'bout your missus
I'm thinking about my missions
We think you outchea snitching, that's why we 'round here whispering
I think my palms are itching, I think my bomb is ticking
I keep that Maggie on me, I think I'm Homer Simpson
Money over bitches, should be a Bible scripture
Bitches, hoes, and women, I don't know the difference
All I know is this shit, I don't owe them bitches
I do me and love it, Lord I done overdid it

[Hook - 2 Chainz:]
I do me, I get high, I get fly, I get paid
I do me, I get high, I get fly everyday
I do me, I get high, I get fly, I get paid
I do me, I get high, I get fly everyday

[Lil Wayne:]
All I know is this shit, I don't owe them bitches
I do me and love it, I done overdid it
I don't owe them niggas, I don't owe them niggas
I do me and love it, I done overdid it
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Dwayne Carter, Tauheed Epps
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC






What Happened

[Hook - Lil Wayne:]
Uh, what happened, what happened?
Yeah, damn, girl, what happened?
What happened? What happened?
What happened?
I thought you weren't f*cking with me no more
Damn, girl, what happened?
I thought you wasn't f*cking with me no more
What happened?
What happened?

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne:]
She said oh, you got that comeback, she said my dick is a necessity
Drop my drawers, and pull out my longevity
She just hop on it, and then she forget everything
Oh man, who's obsessed with me, when she leave me, she come back like she ain't never leave
She talk bad about my new bitch, cause we got chemistry
She said it's not jealousy, allegedly
I thought you wasn't f*cking with me no more
Girl, what happened , you act like you don't miss me , oh my god you suck at acting
I thought you don't f*ck with me no more, girl I'm laughing
She said, she get real, when I get rid of all her batteries
She be talking about how she moving on with her life, she tired of my shit and she can do
Better
She told herself; she ain't f*cking with me no more
She done lied to herself, she'll lie to who whatever
Talking about, she seen me with such and such
I say it's nothing, you f*cking duck
She said yeah, nigga, what I look like
I said just like my new daughter
She said ohh, you make me sick
I love you , I hate you , I'm leaving , I'm lying
Cause none of them niggas, can never be you, can never be you, I don't know why
If she's over me, I look up to the sky, I see her falling for me like a bomb, she said, I know
Your gonna
Miss me when I'm gone, I just co­sign and we make up for lost time
She always say , this is the last time
She love better, than she lie
She always say, this is the last time
She said that last time, wait

[Hook:]
I thought you wasn't f*cking with me no more
Girl, what happened
I thought you wasn't f*cking with me no more
Hold up wait
You're lying to ya self, (stop lying) you compromise with yaself
I thought you wasn't f*cking with me no more
Hold up wait
I thought you wasn't f*cking with me no more
Hold up wait
Damn girl what happened?
Hold up, hold up, hold up
What happened, what happened?

[Verse 2 - 2 Chainz:]
First you change your email, then ya number became private
I bet you found another nigga you can vibe with
Quit lying to yourself, retrace all ya steps
F*cking with them suckers, they gonna have ya playing with yaself
I'm a smooth operator; you don't need a vibrator
Licking everything below, the navel, cause I'm able
Ball so maafakin hard, tape my ankle
Ball so maafakin hard , check my bankroll
You talkin bout you don't f*ck with a nigga, go outta town like you done with a nigga
Really ain't much done, with a nigga
Straight shots, put liquor on it, and lick it
Put the x in the exceptional, put the x in the extra­ho
I put the x in x and o
I got the game in professional, yeah, my dick is the antidote
You can ride my on­top, like an animal
That time, I wanted to smoke with ya best­friend, I wanna f*ck yall on the patio, you miss
When I kiss on
Ya earring, you miss when I kiss on your clit ring
Thats why I put you in this 16, I'll f*ck you and watch you on the big screen
Yeahhhh!!
She said oh, you got that comeback, she said my dick is a necessity, (Lil Wayne)
Drop down my drawers, and pull out my longevity
She just hop on it, and f*ck it, everything
She like you know, I'll never leave
She's on that dick, like leather seats
You know that, make up sex be extra sweet
So let's break up, and make up like Pleasure P
You always say , this is ya last time
You always say , this is ya last time
You always say, this is ya last time
You said that last time, girl

[Hook:]
I thought you wasn't f*cking with me no more. girl, what happened
I thought you wasn't f*cking with me no more. girl, what happened
You're lying to ya self, (stop lying) you compromise with yaself
I thought you wasn't f*cking with me no more
I thought you wasn't f*cking with me no more
You're lying to ya self, (stop lying) you compromise with yaself
I thought you wasn't f*cking with me no more
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: TAUHEED EPPS, DWAYNE CARTER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, BMG Rights Management






Section

[Hook - 2 Chainz:]
You niggas ain't talking about nothing what the f*ck y'all doing in my section
You niggas ain't talking about nothing what the f*ck y'all doing in my section
You bitches ain't talking about nothing what the f*ck y'all doing in my section
You bitches ain't talking about nothing what the f*ck y'all doing in my section
Might get some work I might come up
My favorite hustler is Stunna
My favorite rapper is me
My bank account filled with commas
You niggas ain't talking about nothing what y'all doing in my section
You bitches ain't talking about nothing what y'all doing in my section

[Verse 1 - 2 Chainz:]
I got them commas on commas
I'm rocking Polo pajamas
I went to jail, I might go to Hell, I used to sell drugs to my momma
I got a scale, I'm ducking from 12, eat Bennyhannas like McDonald's
My partner got jailed, he can't see his fam, so middle finger to your honor
F*ck is you doing in my section
F*ck my girl with no protection
F*ck the world with no protection
She fell in love with my profession
I trap and I rap on the side of course
She feeling the ride of course
I had to style the Porsche
I got the loud of course
I wore a smile to court, flexing!
Ya you know I'm flexing
Shawty said she want to Houston, so I flew her to Texas
And my shawty so damn fine I charge you to text her
I got a selection in my collection
So why the f*ck are you in my section?

[Hook - 2 Chainz:]
You niggas ain't talking about nothing what the f*ck y'all doing in my section
You niggas ain't talking about nothing what the f*ck y'all doing in my section
You bitches ain't talking about nothing what the f*ck y'all doing in my section
You bitches ain't talking about nothing what the f*ck y'all doing in my section
Might get some work I might come up
My favorite hustler is Stunna
My favorite rapper is me
My bank account filled with commas
You niggas ain't talking about nothing what y'all doing in my section
You bitches ain't talking about nothing what y'all doing in my section

[Verse 2 - Lil' Wayne:]
Walk around this bitch with a mean mug
I walk around my house with a lean mug
She pull my dick out and give it a bear hug
And then the bitch swallow all of these cubs
I walk up in your house with machine guns
Catch you on the couch watching re-runs
Shoot first then I ask questions later
Nigga mad when I get no response
Been had hoes since peach fuzz
Been had money since peach fuzz
Shining on these motherf*cking bitch niggas
I feel like the sun on a beach bum
My slime got to killing and he a loose cannon
And I got to killing and I am no different
I got that money my needs not a problem
How you like my Spanish my need no problemo
Up in my section I'm laughing with bitches
I don't get the joke but I do get the pussy
Smoking that loud I know you want to shoosh me
Don't need security my homie a bully
Take me a shot hit the blunt throw my set up
If she ain't f*cking thats ok no pressure
I gladly tell her like Stunna [?]
Bitch get the f*ck out my section!

[Hook - 2 Chainz:]
You niggas ain't talking about nothing what the f*ck y'all doing in my section
You niggas ain't talking about nothing what the f*ck y'all doing in my section
You bitches ain't talking about nothing what the f*ck y'all doing in my section
You bitches ain't talking about nothing what the f*ck y'all doing in my section
Might get some work I might come up
My favorite hustler is Stunna
My favorite rapper is me
My bank account filled with commas
You niggas ain't talking about nothing what y'all doing in my section
You bitches ain't talking about nothing what y'all doing in my section
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: DWAYNE CARTER, TAUHEED EPPS, LONDON HOLMES
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC






Watch Out

Yo
Okay

All my niggas with me
All my niggas with it
All my niggas ballin'
All my niggas athletic
All my niggas A1
All got street cred
All my niggas balling
All my niggas athletic

Pulled up in the phantom
Pulled off with a dancer
Got a pocket full of money
Kinda hard to keep my pants up
Nigga tryna run them bands up
F*ck a bitch with my hands up
Lil Que f*cked the Xans up
Kinda hard to understand her
Duffle bags in the Escalade
Call the bitch there a bread truck
Got the bitch going retarded
Call Uber for a spare truck
All these niggas never scared us
All these niggas never ran up
Bitch tryna put the head on me
Niggas tryna put the feds on me

Niggas tryna take meds on me
Everything for the players only
Niggas sunny like Arizona
Gunshots just for saying something
Spraying shit like Aerosol
You a foul and that's a fair ball
Nigga can't reach the goal
Keep shooting that there air ball

Watch out lil' bitch
Watch out lil' bitch
Watch out lil' bitch
Watch out lil' bitch
You getting mad
I'm getting rich
You getting mad
And I'm getting rich

Watch out lil' bitch
Watch out lil' bitch
Watch out lil' bitch
Watch out lil' bitch
You getting mad
I'm getting rich
You getting mad
Bitch I'm getting rich

Watch out lil' hoe
My partners still smoke on parole
They say that I'm crazy
I used to talk to a stove
I tell it to lock
Shit I tell it a lot
Go to the dealership
Fishtail off the lot

You know I'm coming straight up the block
You know I'm coming straight out the top
Shawty said she want five million
'Cause I told her to leave and call her a thot
Shit, you can like it or not
I'm coming straight out the pot
Still got some eq in my stock
Nigga I ain't gotta lie
Nigga I ain't gotta try
You waving that thing in the sky
We waving that thing at your body
We waving that thing at your eye
Look at the watch on my wrist
Yeah I don't mind watching my wrist
Told that lil' bitch I'll pass
Nigga watch the assist

I run the track like the marathon
You niggas softer than silicone
You know what it's like when the feeling gone
I know what it's like when the ceiling gone
I had a sit down with Farrakhan
Turn the White House to the Terror Dome
I used to serve at the Chevron
I used to serve with my necklace on, bitch

Watch out lil' bitch
Watch out lil' bitch
Watch out lil' bitch
Watch out lil' bitch
You getting mad
I'm getting rich
You getting mad
And I'm getting rich

Watch out lil' bitch
Watch out lil' bitch
Watch out lil' bitch
Hey, watch out lil' bitch
You getting mad
I'm getting rich
You getting mad
Bitch I'm getting rich
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: MARKOUS ROBERTS, TAUHEED EPPS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.






Back to: 2 Chainz


ColleGrove is the third studio album by American hip hop recording artist 2 Chainz. It was released on March 4, 2016, by Def Jam Recordings. The album is a collaborative effort between him and fellow American rapper Lil Wayne, but due to the latter's record label issues, only 2 Chainz was credited as the primary artist.

The album includes production from several high-profile record producers; such as Southside, Mike Will Made It, TM88, Infamous, Zaytoven, Lil' C, Metro Boomin, Ben Billions and London on da Track, among others. ColleGrove received generally positive reviews from critics and it debuted at number four on the US Billboard 200 chart. A sequel, Welcome 2 ColleGrove was announced and was released on November 17, 2023.
Performed By: 2 Chainz
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap
Length: 47:32
Released: March 4th, 2016
Year: 2016

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