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2 Chainz - Dope Don't Sell Itself Album Lyrics



2 Chainz - Dope Don't Sell Itself Lyrics






Bet It Back

(Yeah) ay man, we was serious 'bout that bathroom for nothing else
Yeah, we serious 'bout that bathroom (oh my God)
We have limitations on the studio
Only, only a couple niggas can come back there
I don't give a f*ck what's goin' on (ay, ay)
'Cause that's like the spot (you crazy)
We got shit back there, you can't come back there

Yeah
(Womatic) Tony

My favorite plastic bag got some drugs in it (some drugs in it)
And, yeah, I got a heart but ain't no love in it (ain't no love in it)
When you leave me, I leave your knees ashy (knees ashy) (true)
If you broke down, I would speed past you (vroom)
Off the rap game, I bought three mansions (three mansions)
You niggas ain't agin' well you like Steve Francis (okay)
Like a janitor, I got keys dancin' (dancin', dancin'), okay
Last plaque I got, I had freelanced it (alright)
No way that you holdin' me, still get high and play Jodeci
Last condo it was 1.3, still get geeked off the potency
Pyrex be where the oven be (yeah)
Birthday party in the middle of the street (street)
Come 'round here, it was snowin' every week (uh)
I listened to his shit, it was very, very weak
A nigga like me make a million in a week (week)
Talk on the track that's a million just to speak (speak)
A nigga gon' ball like Pro Day (Pro Day)
I hang with my bitch on bro day (bro day)
I'm off in the mouth like Colgate
This is a bar, take it so far you can't locate
And if you keep her a week and you f*ck for a couple of days
For that pussy, then prorate

Yeah, whole neck Pellegrino ('Grino)
Yeah, my style like vino (Vino)
Yeah, got a palm full of C-notes (C-notes)
I have never been a zero (never)
I worked hard to get where I'm at, look at where I'm at
That's a bet, if I lose the bet, I'ma bet it back

I got one million dollars for every tat on your face (uh)
They like, "Ain't that buddy who used to serve from back in the day?"
I had twenty-six pounds in the back of the Wraith
Just made a jugg for the twelve and got a 4-10 play
Do anything I put my mind to (mind to)
Had to put a scope on it just to find you (find you)
Ever kept it real with somebody and they looked in your eyes
And they still tried to lie to you? (Lie to you)
I wish Nobu had a drive-thru (drive-thru) (woo)
Last outfit went viral (uh)
Shawty spin your block like a vinyl (vinyl)
Shout out my cuz, he a Piru (tell 'em)
Shawty got a buzz off Moscato
Pussy so good hit the lotto (lotto)
She gave me big head like a rhino (big head)
Mvp of the finals (yeah)
I work to hard to get where I'm at, look at where I stayed
Gun shots almost every day, neck on Chardonnay

Yeah, whole neck Pellegrino (uh)
Yeah, my style like vino
Yeah, got a palm full of C-notes (uh)
I have never been a zero (never)
I worked hard to get where I'm at, look at where I'm at
That's a bet, if I lose the bet, I'ma bet it back

My favorite plastic bag got some drugs in it
(Drugs in it, drugs in it)
And, yeah, I got a heart but ain't no love in it
(No love in it, no love it)
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Writer: Tauheed Epps
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




Pop Music

(Excuse me, sonny, do you know where I can find some booty?)
(Why your face so ugly?)

Hold up, bitch (hey)
Bad as hell and she thick (hold up)
Pop that pussy like a clip (baow)
She in school but she strip
Use two hands when she eat the dick (ooh)
I'm tryna hit her whole clique
Head down, ass up when she

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, yeah
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, yeah
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it (2 Chainz)
If you a bad bitch, pop that pussy on your partner

Pop it (come on)
Pop that shit (pop it)
Make that nigga buy you something then say you bought that shit
Say you scammed up on that body, ran off on the plug (plug)
Now that ass pokin' out, everybody wanna hug (a hug)
She told her friend, "Friend, record me while I pop my shit"
Friend said, "Okay friend, make that money, bitch"
Lashes, nails, and wig done all of that and then some
Diamond watch, diamond choker, diamond by her eardrum

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, yeah
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, yeah
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
If you a bad bitch, pop that pussy on your partner

(Go)
Drop it (right now)
For me (uh)
Then pop it (right here)
On me (whoa)
I'm Big Bagg, Mr. Money (why?)
Want profit (nothing else) only
Say she just like dance, but how she twerkin', she a stripper lowkey
I can barely walk, my knees weak, just got some head from Monique
Won't go live without her sew in, but get naked in her close friends
See her backside from the front end, Casamigo pussy ocean
Give me sloppy toppy, you might get a watch from wifey
Put you in a Benz or somethin', take you out in the jalopy

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, yeah
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, yeah
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
If you a bad bitch, pop that pussy on your partner

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, yeah
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, yeah
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
If you a bad bitch, pop that pussy on your partner
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Writer: Tauheed Epps, Justin Riley, Demario White
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




Kingpen Ghostwriter

This shit hard Buddah
I'm finna put that motherf*cking
Heroin flow on that motherf*cker though
(Buddah Bless this beat) Tony

Money comin', comin' in a hurry
Niggas on the run, eatin' like nori
Sound like a kingpin but writing for me
Got my first plug out in California
Yeah yeah, pesos stack, yeah yeah
Dior hat, yeah yeah, opp got whacked, yeah yeah
Ain't had nothing to do with that, yeah
My fleet orange and black, yeah
On concrete I tap, yeah
Water on the neck, ain't tap, yeah
Alkaline white strap, yeah (strap)

VVS's, she got a bust down, she bust it down like she naked
And the trappin' hot (hot), told her, "Come and dance" (dance)
Didn't have no AC on, all we had was only fans (woo)
Pinky ring summer (summer), limousine, uh-uh (uh-uh)
Got the Maybach truck, bought the Maybach car a partner
You ain't seen what I done seen, these lizzy cost at least a G
Gangsta music like Eazy-E's, when it come to trappin', I'm 23
Moon walkin' like Billie Jean, my pistol boss, my kitchen clean
Everything got cut throat like a razor blade and amphetamine, uh

Money comin', comin' in a hurry
Niggas on the run, eatin' like nori
Sound like a kingpin but writing for me
Got my first plug out in California
Yeah yeah, pesos stack, yeah yeah
Dior hat, yeah yeah, opp got whacked, yeah yeah
Ain't had nothing to do with that, yeah

Gucci shorts, Gucci socks showin'
I hit Derrick for a box of ones
Hit Allure, let the thots have fun
He acting like me, that is not my son
He might be the two but he is not the one
This shit that I do it is not for fun
Everybody gon' go, you is not the car
Rockin' ice like I'm tryna get a knot on my arm
We got sticks in this bitch, we don't got no alarm
When the heat didn't work, used the stove to get warm
My lil' nigga down bad, he supposed to be home
Stuck around for too long, was supposed to be gone
Let them folks do you wrong, you supposed to be strong
If I had to, I still could go and post in my zone
I got some houses to trap out, I got a ho house to stay at
Too hard, you know how I play it
I don't gotta tell 'em, they know what I'm sayin'
Five mil' in blue, let 'em know I ain't playin'
Back of the 'Bach, gettin' head while I lay there
You wanna f*ck with a nigga, just say that
Mclaren fast, it belong on the race track
None of that bullshit, you know I ain't play that
I had to clean up, who come through and spray that?

Money comin', comin' in a hurry
Niggas on the run, eatin' like nori
Sound like a kingpin but writing for me
Got my first plug out in California
Yeah yeah, pesos stack, yeah yeah
Dior hat, yeah yeah, opp got whacked, yeah yeah
Ain't had nothing to do with that
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Writer: Dominique Jones, Nolan Presley, Tauheed Epps, Tyron Buddah Douglas
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




Outstanding

Thirty dirty burners
Thirty dirty burners (Hit-Boy)
Switched it up the hard and got thirty 40 pointers
House was on the corner, y'all was in the street, mh
In the field, nigga, I need cleats

Thirty bitches in the living room dancing
We be parking lot pimpin' at the mansion
I done got it out the mud like the sandman
She said she love my lifestyle, it's outstanding, mhm (G. Ry got me)
Gotta go get me a 'Rari, mhm
"You hire a bitch to perform in?", Mhm
I had to go trap in the morning, mhm
Seen damn near a million of tourin', mhm (Tony)

That thing so good from the back
I'ma take it out and bite that booty
Shawty got a watch ring and a chain, yeah, she piped up too (pipe)
I call throwin' 1s in the strip club payin' taxes (mhm)
First rapper with a Versace deal, did a chain reaction (mhm)
Soulja boy ain't do that (mhm)
Thirty bitches on Percocets and a good pack (mhm)
She got good head and bad intentions
Italian drip on me like salad dressing
My ring big like Saturn, it's going down like Aspen

Thirty bitches in the living room dancing (yeah)
We be parking lot pimpin' at the mansion (uh)
I done got it out the mud like the sandman (alright)
She said she love my lifestyle, it's outstanding, mhm (G. Ry got me)
Gotta go get me a 'Rari, mhm (skrrt, skrrt)
"You hire a bitch to perform in?", Mhm
I had to go trap in the morning, mhm
Seen damn near a million of tourin', mhm

I'ma step all night and rap
Got a Xanny just to get back
Flight attendant look like a snack
And she keep asking me if I want snacks
It's a long way from the trap, mhm
You don't see that? (You don't see that?)
Cataract (mhm), got my seat back (boom)
I might fly over your crib and take a shit, uh oh
Switch the vehicle, put her out and make her go pick the door
Plus your pimpin' slow, from the home of the more the bucks
Tall as f*ck, wonder when they gon' make a Ferrari truck

Thirty bitches in the living room dancing (yeah)
We be parking lot pimpin' at the mansion (mansion)
I done got it out the mud like the sandman (talk my shit)
She said she love my lifestyle, it's outstanding, mhm (G. Ry got me)
Gotta go get me a 'Rari, mhm
"You hire a bitch to perform in?", Mhm
I had to go trap in the morning, mhm
Seen damn near a million of tourin', mhm

I feel like hustlin' is hereditary
Mean, just think about it, man
How many niggas you know with that hustle?
Shit like a genetic trait
It gotta be in you, not on you
I'm tellin' you that lazy shit
Gon' get you nowhere really fast though
You can't buy motivation
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Writer: Tauheed Epps, Rodrick Moore, Chauncey Alexander Hollis, Ryan Alexander Martinez, Dustin James Corbett
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Neighbors Know My Name

Six in the morning, police at my door
Fresh red bottoms 'cross the bathroom floor
Party last night with a couple of hoes (Tony)
I had some niggas doing molly and some bitches doing coke

I bet the neighbors know my name, they call me, "Oh f*ck, oh shit" (shit)
From my hotel suite you see the ocean, ocean (yeah, yeah)
Put her on the 42, it had her posin', posin' (jheeze)
I'ma leave the door unlocked in case her close friend walk in (Tony)

Oh, she a baddie, baddie (baddie), and she got a fatty, fatty (fatty)
And she call me Daddy, she don't even call her daddy Daddy (true)
You know I bought her a Cuban link and a bracelet that match it (match it)
That's right I'm rich and ratchet, she got a fat transfer, no plastic (woo)
Whatever necessary, got more heart than February (heart)
Maybach so big it came with an office, where the secretary? (Where?)
I had that Act' up in my cup, same color elderberry
I'm known to hit the right spot, I know the neighbors hear it (Tony)

I bet the neighbors know my name, they call me, "Oh f*ck, oh shit" (I'm the shit)
From my hotel suite you see the ocean, ocean (yeah, yeah)
Put her on the 42, it had her posin', posin' (jheeze)
I'ma leave the door unlocked in case her close friend walk in, yeah (boom, boom, boom)

I like Mr. No One
Poppin' time
First done geeked it up
Poppin' time

That my cousin
Who I'm some kin to, my blood (on the, uh, futon tip)
And this my family (you hear me?)
Dialing them niggas, bruh
Hey, bruh, I'm stuck between two walls, bruh
Ay, you need not to be there, man, that shit was nasty, bruh
I'm stuck between two walls, bruh (if I was staying on the futon)
This my family, this my c-, blood, and this my family (that shit would never happen)
It's different between blood and family out here in these streets
You know that right?
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Writer: Tauheed Epps
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




Million Dollars Worth of Game

Ton' (and if the beat live you know Lil' Ju made it)
Yeah

Bitch, who? Maybach truck and the coupe
Only time I'm going back and forth is for the juice
Feds still got me in court, shit crazy
Only time I let a bitch record is when I'm writin'
And I'm famous, but can't shit change me, nigga

A million dollars worth of game, these niggas
I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics
Courtside, watching the Hawks play the Pistons

Okay, money on my nightstand, jewellery on my nightstand
Aftermarket extendo, I pray it don't jam
They say it's on sight, then I guess it's on sight then
First couple of shows, the F&N was my hype man (baow)
Way before the PJ, I had a flight plan (plan)
The GOAT with me, shake his hand, that's my right hand
A ho will f*ck your homeboy outta spite, man
We had so much lean, the store ran out of Sprite, and
Y'all don't get it (get it), A on my fitted (fitted)
Pussy niggas sayin' a bunch of shit, they ain't livin'
Back on my pivot, kitchen water whippin'
All these turkey breasts, they thought it was thanksgiving
Don't make me pull out a million cash, I ain't trippin'
Long ass nose on sticks, gotta pick it
Let me see you shake it one cheek at a time
Double shot with the lime, yeah, your body dips

Benzo Maybach truck in the coop
Only time I'm going back and forth is for the juice
Feds still got me in court, shit crazy
Only time I let a bitch record is when I'm runnin'
I'm famous, but can't shit change me nigga

A million dollars worth of game, these niggas
I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics
Courtside, watching the Hawks play the Pistons

Still remember Chief, he was three doors down, I mean how
How you only last a year? Look at me now
The reason why that bag in town, I got bricks
No topside, everybody wand Fent
Forever outside, they don't let a nigga in
Nigga, all my bitches got a Benz, nigga
Five cats f*ck on text
You ain't gotta like it, but respect it

That FN still my weapon
Ayy, James, step back, bitch, before I shoot
Walk a nigga down without tyin' my shit
Let him play crazy, he'll die in this bitch
4s over 5s and 6s still over 9s
RIP Rob, now I'm trippin' for the gas
Rolls for the winner, and I'll prolly give it back
Still can't believe a nigga made it off of rap

Bitch, who? Maybach truck and the coupe
Only time I'm going back and forth is for the juice
Feds still got me in court, shit crazy
Only time I let a bitch record is when I'm writin'
And I'm famous, but can't shit change me, nigga

A million dollars worth of game, these niggas
I sold green, sold white, sold lyrics
Courtside, watching the Hawks play the Pistons
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Writer: Tauheed Epps, Dion Hayes
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Free B.G.

(Butta on the beat, what's poppin'?)

Hot boy
(Hot boy) yeah

Hot boy talkin' 'bout free B.G.
Hot boy bought some P's off of PPP (mhm)
Hot boy doin' donuts down the street
Hot boy say the other niggas supposed to bleed (bleed)

Hot boy got 12 comin' to the spot
Hot boy gonna get somebody shot
Hot boy brought his own weed on the plane
Hot boy gonna spark it up when it land
Hot boy hit another bitch with the scam
Hot boy hit the bitch that say she got a man
Hot boy got her so hot she got a tan (hot)
Hot boy keep doin' hot shit and he got fans

Hot boy talkin' 'bout free B.G.
Hot boy bought some P's off of PPP (mhm)
Hot boy doin' donuts down the street
Hot boy say the other niggas supposed to bleed (bleed)

Uh, I took my jewelry on vacation
Niggas say they thought I wasn't gonna do some, just be patient (patient)
They couldn't steal my car, I parked in front of Central Station
Folks knew I was flashy way before pictures was taken (they knew it)
Ran off on the plug and I was workin' on the second
55/40, I done turned it to a necklace (I did)
Makin' legal money, I put millions on investments
This shit just like gamblin', if I hit it, then I'm flexin' (Tony)

Hot boy talkin' 'bout free B.G., mh
Hot boy bought some P's off of PPP (mhm)
Hot boy doin' donuts down the street
Hot boy say the other niggas supposed to bleed (bleed)
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Writer: Tauheed Epps
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




10 Bracelets

(Buddah Bless this beat) yeah

More whips than Kunta Kinte
Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape
The block was caliente (hot)
Put the boxing gloves on, showed you how to beat cases
If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it (facts)

Arm full of ten bracelets
I got my arm filled with ten bracelets
I got a arm full of ten bracelets
Arm filled with ten bracelets (what?)
I got a arm full of ten bracelets (how many?)
I got my arm filled with ten bracelets

Hold up, hold up, she basic, money stuffed in briefcases
Voodoo beat I cremate it, I did the hook, Kareem made it
Mike Amiri jeans and the pussy made me fiend lately
I just bought a team, nigga, rest in peace to Feen, nigga
Niggas ain't sippin' on drank, sippin' Listerine, nigga (facts)
Pockets are 380 but the stick came with a beam, nigga (baow)
Straight from ATL, uh, world call me 2, 2
Own my own restaurant, I'on even buy food (ooh)
Own my own weed, I'on even buy gas (gas)
Got my own bitch, I'on even buy ass (not me)
Got the pain on me and I got it in the stash
Bought my shooter Neosporin, his index finger got a rash (rash)

More whips than Kunta Kinte
Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape
The block was caliente (hot)
Put the boxing gloves on, showed you how to beat cases
If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it (facts)

Arm full of ten bracelets
I got my arm filled with ten bracelets
I got a arm full of ten bracelets
Arm filled with ten bracelets (what?)
I got a arm full of ten bracelets (how many?)
I got my arm filled with ten bracelets

Switched the plans, ship sinking, dead friends, Ben Franklin
Four engine for a young nigga, man, that shit dangerous
Doing the dash while I'm switchin' lanes, money what I'm thinkin'
Got different fantasies, spent sixty thousand just for one painting
Money tall now it won't fold up, it was small now it done grown up
I'on like the conversation, f*ck relations, hang the phone up (phone)
In the cell mad at the ones I love
I ain't never pick the phone up (I ain't never)
Petty pain, I found the shine and switched the tone up (I switched it up for you)
And this is the life, what I spent, don't reimburse me
I be givin' everything back that you gave that left me hurtin' (it's hurtin')
And I know it ain't right, everything certain
Just like everything surfaced, jump in the Maybach close the curtains

More whips than Kunta Kinte
Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape
The block was caliente (hot)
Put the boxing gloves on, showed you how to beat cases
If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it (facts)

Arm full of ten bracelets
I got my arm filled with ten bracelets
I got a arm full of ten bracelets
Arm filled with ten bracelets (what?)
I got a arm full of ten bracelets (how many?)
I got my arm filled with ten bracelets

He go to the door with the .38
I hear 'em say, "Hell nah" and we hear, "Blam"
Cuh look at me, I look at cuh
Earl came out there with me, he stumble
Boom-boom, boom, boom, stumble on me
I was like, "Man, go on with all that goddamn playing
Calm down the playing"
Cuh was like, "Ayy Big, I don't think he playin', bruh
The nigga side gone", I said, "What?"
Nigga whole side was missing
But it hadn't blowed up yet (hell nah)
Like ain't no bro-, ain't no blood, so, yeah
(He hit him with a pump?) Hit him with a pump
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Writer: Kentrell Gaulden, Tyron Douglas, Presley Leonard, Tauheed Epps, Nolan Presley
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




Lost Kings

(Got,got it on smash)
(Turn me up, Josh)

And I'm like, how the hell a nigga s'pose to breathe (how I'm s'pose to breathe?)
If all they do is kill off all the kings? (They killing all the kings)
Every other night a different murder scene (it's another murder scene)
Every other night a different murder scene
And I got a full vision
Tryna see my son grow up and I can't choose different
Had a nightmare 'bout me killing, it was too vicious
I feel like, how the hell a nigga s'pose to breathe
If all they do is kill off all the kings?

I been thinkin like a trapper since the pacifier, in the mix like Jambalya
When I was thirty-eight, I'll .45 ya
Mortify ya, more money I make more stuff I buy
Troup died at the Chevron, Big Rock beside him
Wham died tryna help his sister from domestic violence
Stayed by the airport, all I heard were planes and sirens
My DNA despise a coward
I'm black, rich, and educated so I got the power (power)
I think like a king, act like a king
When you was on a trampoline, I was on a triple beam
Promethazine with my pinky ring
Yeah, team blowin' up like creatine, yeah
Queen swear I'ma protect myself if you don't mean well, bah

And I'm like, how the hell a nigga s'pose to breathe (how I'm s'pose to breathe?)
If all they do is kill off all the kings? (They killing all the kings)
Every other night a different murder scene (it's another murder scene)
Every other night a different murder scene
And I got a full vision
Tryna see my son grow up and I can't choose different (uh)
Had a nightmare 'bout me killing, it was too vicious (yeah)
I feel like, how the hell a nigga s'pose to breathe (s'pose to breathe)
If all they do is kill off all the kings? (Ohh)

I'm a king now (yeah)
Niggas playin' spot 'em, got 'em, had that .40 on my Levi's
And on the street side (street side)
You wasn't out there on them corners
With them shorties tryna get back (tryna get back)
We was raised from all them different rappers
They just claiming shit (they just claiming shit)
You ain't lose nobody from your block
You just be naming shit (they just name shit)
Niggas get out they body like I won't shoot 'em
I hate this famous shit (yeah, yeah)
And I'm from that block your homie'll kill ya
That's that dangerous shit (yeah, yeah)
The way he dressing up the opp block, he a stylist (he a stylist)
I hate talkin' to my dawg on a tablet (on a tablet)
Gave him my last eight hundred off of a thousand (of a thousand)
That was my mans but he traded, he a coward (yeah, yeah)

And I'm like, how the hell a nigga s'pose to breathe (how I'm s'pose to breathe?)
If all they do is kill off all the kings? (They killing all the kings)
Every other night a different murder scene (it's another murder scene)
Every other night a different murder scene
And I got a full vision
Tryna see my son grow up and I can't choose different
Had a nightmare 'bout me killing, it was too vicious
I feel like, how the hell a nigga s'pose to breathe
If all they do is kill off all the kings?
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Writer: Tauheed Epps, Durk D. Banks, Daniel Stodghill, Joshua Samuel, Samuel David Jimenez, Jaucquez Marquis Lowe
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Caymans

Ooh, oooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ohh (back to back)
Smoke session (yeah) (ay, Papito)

Just gave a hundred dollars to the water boy (yeah)
Keep it straight up and down like corduroy (alright)
The .40 got a thirty and it's paranoid (let's go)
If I ain't have no bags to sell I'd be unemployed
You know I smoke a lot for the pain, bitch (pain, bitch)
Money talk, yeah, I speak the language (language)
If you f*ck with me, you gonna sang this (sang this)
How you gon' be broke and famous? (Hey, hey)

They tell you be safe, stay dangerous (dangerous)
They'll swap ya life out for payments (payments)
My homie just skipped his arraignment (hey)
The last pic he posted looked like the Caymans (yeah, yeah)
Okay, sipping slow, had her climbing shit on her tippy toes
Lick it slow, I'ma cash you out, baby, give and go
Luminant, I can see the light when the blinds close
From the trench I can smell a snitch, nigga blindfold

(Yeah, uh)
Walk in the spot and I think I smell rhinestones
You got a fake chain, cool you can't have five on (nah)
This a no fly zone, somebody turn the lights on (yeah, yeah)

You know I smoke a lot for the pain, bitch (pain, bitch)
Money talk, yeah, I speak the language (language)
If you f*ck with me, you gonna sang this (sang this)
How you gon' be broke and famous? (Famous)
You know I smoke a lot for the pain, bitch (pain)
Money talk, yeah, I speak the language (language)
If you f*ck with me, you gonna sang this (sang this)
How you gon' be broke and famous? (Famous)

Broken-hearted but you got paper now
I guess you still broke and famous
I told you don't get caught up with the wrong niggas
It's your life you gotta do what you do
I love to bust it down in the Caymans (Caymans)
Body like that make me stay in (stay in)
Dollar signs talk to me, sign language (sign language)
I can't lie to you and I hate it (hate it)
You know I sip just to pain kill (just to pain kill)
Double cup, same meal for my brain cells (brain cells)
What we do baby, this is grown business (oh no)
You into ventin', running up the phone bill (phone bill)

You know I smoke a lot for the pain, bitch (yeah)
Money talk, yeah, I speak the language (language)
If you f*ck with me, you gonna sang this (sang this)
How you gon' be broke and famous? (Famous)
You know I smoke a lot for the pain, bitch (pain)
Money talk, yeah, I speak the language
If you f*ck with me, you gonna sang this (sang this)
How you gon' be broke and famous? (Ohh)

How you gon' be broke and famous? (Whoa)
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
How you gon' be broke and famous? (Yo)

Now you know me, check this out
I ain't tryna, I ain't tryna talk down on nobody
You know, that's not what I'm here for, you know, I been poor before
Basically what I'm saying though, uh
If you got something that people wanna see, wanna be a part of
You need to use that to take care of you and yours
Can't be out here struggling
(Tony)
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Writer: Tauheed Epps, Khalif Malik Ibin Shaman Brown, Papa Abdou Fall, Krispy Hendrixx
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Vlad TV

I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV, he told on himself (shh)
Bought bricks, bought pounds
And we learned that dope ain't gon' sell itself
(Whoa, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, oh, yeah)
That the dope ain't gon' sell itself
Got a key, got a P, better believe it (wow)
Dope ain't gon' sell itself
Coming from the block we from, nigga
Dope ain't gon' sell itself

Dirty kitchens, 36's, woo, residue on dishes, loaded rent on missions
Hyundai Genesis with the door panel stuff, we back to business
Even took the dashboard off to hit some chickens
Two up on both sides like I was Richard Nixon, bitch, I'm different
If they ask you 'bout me, tell' 'em that's just stove talk, I'm realistic (big cap)
shit, you think he really got enough money to lay on? (No)
Rolls Royce séance, woke up in the ghost all from the store run
Bobby Flay on niggas (we Bobby Flay on niggas)
I might auction off the scale I use to put the yay' on (woo)
They wanna dim my light but that shit stay on, tell that nigga play on
Tell my young boy, hop out turn that AK-K-K-K on
(brrt, bap, bap, bap)
Feel like you got hit by Julius Caesar
they like, "God, you on your way on? I'm like, "On my way"
You ever had so many you can't weigh 'em?
Don't even say none

I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV, he told on himself (shh)
Bought bricks, bought pounds
and we learned that dope ain't gon' sell itself
Coming from the block we from, nigga
dope ain't gon' sell itself
(Whoa, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, oh, yeah)

I watched my cuz drop out of USF to be like BMF
Set up a kitchen set in Grandma basement and started whippin' wet
Granny askin', "What's that smell?" It's soap, I been on CBS
Dog food, Granny, I got my pedigree from DMX
Rough ridin', tellin' lies, they fiendin' for a kiss of death
A brick ain't gon' grow legs and arms and learn how to sell itself
A pack ain't gon' go book a flight and learn how to mail itself
So what the f*ck you niggas gon' do to get this shit off the shelf?
Yeah, when you get a pack, break 'em in zones
Sixteen in each one, if you sell eight for five, that's eight above
If weed don't work, it's always blow, Percs and Xans if they don't smoke
Heroin broke down to O's, the code word is HBO
Niggas watch some Power move a little powder and think they Ghost, nigga

I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV, he told on himself (shh)
Bought bricks, bought pounds
and we learned that dope ain't gon' sell itself (okay I'ma pop my shit)
Coming from the block we from, nigga (poppin')
dope ain't gon' sell itself
(Whoa, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, oh, yeah) Tony

Here a pot, there a pot, everywhere a pot, pot
Arm and Hammer, no knock warren then a mug shot
I'ma get out the next morning, bond put up
Coke, yeah, I used to move that bitch like Luda (move)
uh, yeah, the Js take a hit Zab Judah
Spin the Pro Tools, left residue on the computer
I 'member whippin' in the microwave was futuristic (it was)
Store runs for the rubber bands, I truly miss it (true)
Yeah, the fiends were my only fans (uh)
My stash spot was a all purple Crown Royal bag (talk to 'em)
The .44 bulldog Georgetown Hoya fan (boom)
The Draco'll sign a nigga like an autograph
I stash trees by my balls like ornaments
Let 'em know I'm 'bout to win this motherf*ckin' tournament
They givin' away a gold fork for the winner
Gold money machine, Beamer and a blender (a blender?)
I was standing on the block playing center

I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV, he told on himself (shh)
Bought bricks, bought pounds (yeah)
and we learned that dope ain't gon' sell itself
(Whoa, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, oh, yeah)
yeah, dope ain't gon' sell itself
Got a key, got a P, better believe it
Dope ain't gon' sell itself
Coming from the block we from, nigga
Dope ain't gon' sell itself
(Whoa, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, oh, yeah)
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Writer: Tauheed Epps, Aaron Cooks, Demario Raynel Driver, Major Myjah
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




If You Want Me To

Ooh (ooh)
Lit a candle for you (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get the vibe right (yeah)
Yeah, oh, yeah
Ay (yeah, yeah)

I can talk nasty if you want me to
(If you want me to) ay, ay, ay
I can get nasty if you want me to
(If you want me to) ay, ay, ay
I can get crazy if you want me to
(If you want me to) ay, ay, ay
When you get crazy, I like it too
(Yes, I like it too) ay

I'm back from grievin', don't ask no reason
Your past repeatin', you trade cash for breathin'
Now your R's is easin', ridin' high through Zone 3
I rolled past Four Seasons, yeah (ohh yeah)

Go to the drive-in 'fore the movie start
Then you know I'm gon' dive in, mh-mh (woo)
Take my shoes off and shawty gon' chew me
Talkin' like Trident, mh-mh
You can take a look in my eyes, you can tell I'm high
F*ck Visine, mh-mh
Got one hand on her neck, got a finger on her pussy
And a thumb in her crack

I can talk nasty if you want me to
(Nasty) ay, ay, ay
I can get nasty if you want me to
(Nasty) ay, ay, ay
I can get crazy if you want me to
(Real crazy, bae) ay, ay, ay
When you get crazy I like it too
(Yeah, I like it too)

Numb me with Novocaine, no, nothin' was the same
Young niggas walk around like they some Purple Rain
F*ck is you talkin' 'bout? Small money, big name
Yeah, you getting to the money but hoes say you been lame
Finger in pussy, I smoke a dooby and switch lanes
Hair Weave Killer, I had to pay for her new braids (yeah)
Phrase of the day, "Get money, don't hate" (yeah)
You got the same twenty-four hours I got, why wait?
She wanna go on a date, so I took her to Cabo
Put designer on her pancho, pussy, no drugs on nostrils
See this shit is colossal, like the ass on my bitch (bitch)
Slap that ass too hard, I might fracture my wrist

(I can talk) yeah
I can talk nasty if you want me to (nasty)
Ay, ay, ay (I can talk nasty)
I can get nasty if you want me to
(So nasty, yeah) ay, ay, ay
I can get crazy if you want me to
(How crazy do you want it?) Ay, ay, ay
When you get crazy I like it too
(Jacquees sang, yeah, yeah)

Hit it from the back, then side stroke, ay (then side stroke)
Hands on ya neck, no blind fold, ay (no blindfolds)
Hit the pussy hard like five times (like five times)
Feel on it, spin on it, spit on it, lick on it
I'm 'bout to f*ck 'round and leave a lil' tip on it

You can have a bathroom in that muhf*cker
That muhf*cker so tight
That's all we had a toilet and a bowl
A toilet and somewhere to wash your hands, that's it (that's crazy)
Ay, man, that muhf*cker was tight
And it's ten, fifteen, twenty niggas in here all day, every day (yeah)
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Writer: Tauheed Epps, Luke Sampson Crowder, Darwin Cordale Quinn, Kitwan McCoy, Rodriquez Broadnax
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




Back to: 2 Chainz


Dope Don't Sell Itself is the seventh studio album by American rapper 2 Chainz. It was released through Def Jam Recordings on February 4, 2022.

The album features guest appearances from Moneybagg Yo, BeatKing, Lil Baby, Roddy Ricch, 42 Dugg, YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Lil Durk, Sleepy Rose, Swae Lee, Stove God Cooks, Symba, Major Myjah, and Jacquees.
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap
Length: 32:32
Released: February 4th, 2022
Year: 2022

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