[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I keep my hoes in check, you buy Nike for yours

Say they want that loud, I'mma bring that noise
Check my watch on a flight, yeah, I call that airtime
Murk 'em in the middle of the street, that gon' be his deadline

Yeah, you gon' respect mine, got a body on my Tec-9
Say you nobody 'till somebody gon' body you, flatline
Pocket full of dead guys and you know I'm anti

Anti-social, anti-lame, but ain't I cool ^!$$%, ain't I?
You looking at a star that's phased out, trying to take my style then take off
I go to work with no days off, everything I own paid off

Shawty #~!!@ hair shaved off and she did it just for me, ^!$$%
Would skip you like a spacebar, but I much rather delete ^!$$%s


[Hook: 2 Chainz]
I've been getting money, where the $#&@ you been?
I've been getting money, where the $#&@ you been?

I've been getting money, where the $#&@ you been?
I've been getting money, where the $#&@ you been?
Bought a new crib just to $#&@ you in

Bought a new crib just to $#&@ you in
Bought a new crib just to $#&@ you in
I've been getting to the money, where the $#&@ you been?


[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Gucci hat (Gucci hat), Gucci belt

If you wrote a autobiography you'd have to sue yourself
You lying $$#, codeine in my wine glass
I know you had a wild past, I ain't $#&@ed you in a while with your wild $$#

I get high and I fly past, I don't know nothing 'bout iChat
I work in this iPhone they need an app called iTrap
I trap, shining like a night lamp

I just hit my girlfriend and asked her where her wife at
White cup, white hat, laying on a white couch
Got that presidential and a residential white house

^!$$% saying "who?" (who) like a white owl
You can see me shinin' (shinin') with the light out


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[Verse 3: Cap-1]

Turn five to a ten to a twenty to fifty to hundred
My ^!$$%s get money, I want it (BEEP)
I ride through the city my ^!$$%s got choppers

My (*##$ she's so pretty that's my pocahontas
Everything on me I shine like a trophy
Run up a check while they watch out for police

Versace my pinky, a brick on my Rollie
The Cali Ferrari I'm feeling like Kobe
TRU that's to the death of me, ^!$$%

Killers on the right and left of me, ^!$$%
My destiny ^!$$% to get all this money
I can't share that whole recipe with you, ^!$$%

My ^!$$% told me "get 'em" did it I got 'em
Stand on that couch, drink out of the bottle
That .40 got hollows, that (*##$ she gon' swallow

Get to the money I'm keeping Chicago
Bought a new crib just to $#&@ you in
Bought the Benz just to $#&@ your friends

Giuseppe's 900 with that gold boss
Everything 'bout me wrong like a dope charge


[Hook]