I Do It (feat. Drake)

[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