Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Xanny, artist - 2 Chainz.
Date of issue: 05.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Xanny |
First I get some money, then I pop a tag |
First I get some money, then I pop them tags |
If I can’t sleep, Imma pop a xan |
Then I get some money, Imma pop them bands |
Ok I done figured it out, I know what you niggas about |
We slanging narcotics, you know that we got it |
There’s never ever a drought |
My partner just did a whole decade |
I just put the beam on the AK |
I jumped in the air fuck what you usin' young nigga |
I’m busting, you ducking and moving |
She sucking and fucking, I do it |
I do it, I do it, I do it |
Put that bitch right on the wood |
I’m taking it back like a starter |
They busting like mortar, they busting the hollow |
She model, she swallow |
That sperm like it’s water |
Everything on Forgiatos |
You knowing I’m getting it like no tomorrow |
Got 50 niggas from Chicago ready to crack your taco |
Whip a brick like I whip an auto |
Just made a juug at McDonalds |
Just bought me ten cars, no car note |
Only thing I dodge is potholes, clap bitch your ass with no bravo |
First I get some money, then I pop a tag |
First I get some money, then I pop them tags |
If I can’t sleep, Imma pop a xan |
Then I get some money, Imma pop them bands |
Fifteen, suddenly I want to sing |
Sixteen, fucking hoes, selling drink |
I started sipping, got addicted just like nicotine |
Such a fiend, not just for lean, for these fucking B’s |
Although I lean, I smoke Irene like I’ve got a disease |
Oh yeah I rap and sing, don’t you know I rap and sing |
And in my hood and what I’ve seen |
You probably wouldn’t last a week |
And in my hood the good never outweigh the bad |
Don’t be mad at me |
Somebody call the pastor please, a young nigga killing shit |
Young nigga killing shit |
She want to hear me sing like Marvin |
I turn the bitch gay no Marvin |
And I’ll probably leave a bitch starving |
Cause I really do be illin' though |
When I get to flowing I can’t stop going |
A young nigga poppin' like I got dropped on the skillet |
First I get some money, then I pop a tag |
First I get some money, then I pop them tags |
If I can’t sleep, Imma pop a xan |
Then I get some money, Imma pop them bands |
First I get this money, then I pop them bands |
Shawty say she want to pop the pussy |
I’m just blowing money like a fan |
Got them gold bar shoes cost a band |
Got the molly and I sell it by the gram |
Got some bitches that’s for it, niggas steady getting naked |
I done fell asleep when I was on a Xan |
Imma treat her like a dog, I’m a dog |
In the kitchen water whipping with the fork |
In the club tryna order 100 bottles |
I done came a long way from that Impala |
So I’m balling like I’ve never seen tomorrow |
Shawty want to hit me in the head like a boxer |
Niggas ain’t real, they imposters |
I’m just sitting back eating pasta |
I just ordered shrimp with the lobster |
Fucking up the in the mall, popping tags |
One call put them killers on your ass |
Got gas, need 34 hundred for the bag |
Mason Margiellas and the PIPs |
When I pull out that weed I say I’m outcha league |
Got them foreign vehicles that don’t take a key |
Bitches on my line, I can’t get no sleep |
First I get some money, then I pop a tag |
First I get some money, then I pop them tags |
If I can’t sleep, Imma pop a xan |
Then I get some money, Imma pop them bands |