[Chorus - 2 Chainz] Thank God for the first nigga started drinkin’ Thank God for the first nigga started rappin’ Thank God for the first girl that started strippin’ And I’mma have to keep it more fuckin’ real with ya I’ve got a problem with these niggas I’ve got a problem with these bitches Trigger finger keep itchin’ Well I’ll pull it, I do it [Verse 1 - 2 Chainz] Hang up on a bitch, call it crucifight Time to go to work, no suit and tie Bumpin’ Makaveli, I be trappin’ at the telly My nigga did a dime and he back already Get that sack already, man we’ve got them racks already As for as your girl, I hit it from the back already I tried to get a tan, but I’m black already Your pockets on a diet, my pockets fat already Three niggas with me – me, myself and I God don’t like ugly, you should testify My t-shirt come from Bergdorf I make so much on the 1st, I take the 3rd off Bird call, swerve off Bust a nut on her, tell her that’s a load off Shorty ass soft, like a Nerf ball If you don’t like what I’m doing, nigga fuck y’all [Chorus - 2 Chainz] Thank God for the first nigga started drinkin’ Thank God for the first nigga started rappin’ Thank God for the first girl that started strippin’ And I’mma have to keep it more fuckin’ real with ya I’ve got a problem with these niggas I’ve got a problem with these bitches Trigger finger keep itchin’ Well I’ll pull it, I do it [Verse 2 - Drake] Drank in my cup, hold up, hope this shit don’t spill Pull up in a new edition and that’s word to Johnny Gill How I come up with this shit and all these verses that I kill? I have no imagination, everything I do for real Bitch I’m camouflaged down, put your camera phone down If she got an ass and that girl a fan, it’s goin’ down I’mma fuck you like I’ve been waiting a century for it Give the pussy up and I’ll trade you the memory for it In the bedroom forever, that’s what her roommate will tell you Man I just hear this shit and think about what Tunechi would tell ya He might call up Patricia, she ’bout to call up Melissa [Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] Tell ‘em come to the cribbo and do ‘em both, double dribble I’m colder than a hospital, she love the dick that I give her Hit her from the front, back, side, twist her like cigarillos I put the gun to the pillow, I don’t want blood on my clothes Gotta keep that TRUKFIT fresh, shout out to all of my hoes Tunechi [Verse 4 - Drake] That’s just how my OG would sum it up I’ve been workin’ all winter just to fuck the summer up It’s just me and 2 Chainz, but the chain’s never tucked dawg If you don’t like what I’m doin’, nigga fuck y’all [Chorus - 2 Chainz] Thank God for the first nigga started drinkin’ Thank God for the first nigga started rappin’ Thank God for the first girl that started strippin’ And I’mma have to keep it more fuckin’ real with ya I’ve got a problem with these niggas I’ve got a problem with these bitches Trigger finger keep itchin’ Well I’ll pull it, I do it [Verse 5 - Lil Wayne] Uh, well if you know like I know, that pussy pop like Pyro And she know I’m a pothead, that pussy like a pothole I’m colder than a snot-nose, man all these hoes is my hoes And if she bougie, fuck her once then leave her hangin’, dry clothes I just built a cemetery, niggas dyin’ to get in Niggas lie and they pretend, don’t cross that line, it’s paper-thin I’m high as a star, make a wish I’m a shark, I ate the fish I’ve got no heart, I hate the bitch [Verse 6 - 2 Chainz] You hate that bitch? Well I hate that bitch We’ll jump a nigga like a chessboard Do a drive by while you’re riding on your skateboard Uh, they ain’t even know it Have Drake sing a song just to get her pussy wet Then I take her to the crib and fuck that bitch right on the step Put it in and take it back out, then I back out Hair weave killer known to snatch the fuckin’ track out Put me in the game coach, I’m the antidote Pull up, kick, throw, and take the money and the dope Tru, Chainz I’m on a plane and a boat I am so cold I need a cover and a coat Kick it at the mall, call it football If you don’t like what I’m doin’, nigga fuck y’all