| I smoked a blunt for dinner, another blunt for breakfast
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| 2 Chainz, got 'em staring at my necklace
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| Let’s make a sex tape and put it on Netflix
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| Let’s make a sex tape and put it on Netflix
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| She got it, I want it, I want it, she got it
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| I’m dodging paparazzi, my outfit from Versace
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| Copy, copy, all these niggas just copy
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| I just bought me a new watch and these new niggas just watchin'
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| I know you had the time of your life
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| I know you had the time of your life
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| You know I’m gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty
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| I’ll be countin' this shit all night
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| I know you had the time of your life
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| I know you had the time of your life
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| You know I’m gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty
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| I’ll be countin' this shit all night
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| When I die, bury me inside the liquor store
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| Cause when I die, Fergie still gon' be gettin' dough
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| You do what you can, I do what you can’t
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| You smoke that Bobby B-B-Brown, we on that Shabba Ranks
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| I got it, you want it, you want it, I got it
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| My girls go shopping, that ain’t a mall, that’s my closet
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| So copy (copy), copy, all these bitches just copy
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| Honor student wit' double Ds, that ain’t the bra, that’s my ta-tas
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| I know you had the time of your life
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| I know you had the time of your life
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| You know I’m gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty
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| I’ll be countin' this shit all night
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| I know you had the time of your life
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| I know you had the time of your life
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| You know I’m gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty
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| I’ll be countin' this shit all night
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| Yeah, yeah…
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| I’m gettin' to the monies, with an apostrophe
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| Fucked her on a pile of clothes, now she a closet freak
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| Yeah, I bear arms, I got something up my sleeve
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| And when she wit' me, she don’t wanna leave
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| She just wanna freak, she don’t wanna sleep
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| Put it in her mouth, now she don’t wanna speak
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| Yeah, I’m at the club, I got strippers at my table
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| I call doin' a 69 a favor for a favor
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| From the cradle to the grave
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| Shoot a nigga from his ankle to his waist
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| You can tell that I’m paid cause I’m high-class
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| Fucked a bitch in her eyelashes
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| We in a jet, who gon' fly past us?
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| Tint all in my eyeglasses, I don’t see ya, hater
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| And I don’t get dropped, bitch, I drop the label
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| Goddamn! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Netflix, artist - 2 Chainz. Album song B.O.A.T.S. II #METIME, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп