Bait (feat. 2 Chainz, Rick Ross & Trey Songz)

[verse 1: 2 chainz]

Work, work, work, work, stashed up at my girl's spot

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Yeah, yeah, one shot, two shot, three

Damn i pull up with this mother fucker fish tailing

And i'm raw, fish scale

Bloomingdale and neiman marcus

Take the beat and make it a carcass

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

Closet the size of your apartment

I'm swagged up so don't try me

Bank roll is my id

When i pulled out she hopping in

Make your main girl my side piece

Listening to that old jay-z

One eye open like cbs

So much promethazine i'm vip at cvs

Long way from ebt

Every time i spit it's a dvd

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

I'll take her home and do her like homework

[verse 2: rick ross]

Creeping on the campus in my new camaro

Cover of the washington post, solbiato apparel

Ross and folarin, couple women

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

I'm talking ambition, i could spell it for you

Rev up the lamborghini, and hail it for you

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

Red bottom's a stack, there goes a double bidder

I can't throw no ones, only tens or better

Since wale met me he only rode a benz or better

Double mg, we millionaires

Shawty my bait, she say she never scared

[hook: tcb (wale)]

Bait, bait, bait, bait, bait

Who's on my line? who's on my line?

I'm blowing up, these bitches calling me

Bait, bait, bait, bait, bait

I snatch your girl if you're slipping

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

(work, work, work, work

Yeah you know i got that work

I'm why baby mommas leave

I'm why baby fathers kirk)

I snatch your girl if you're slipping

Double mg not to mention

[verse 3: trey songz]

Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

I ain't tryna diss you

It's really not an issue

If it's fake or if it's real i'mma keep you on my reel, still

Bait baby, wait baby

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

I will never judge, fuck a judge, fuck a case baby

Ooh shawty, you shawty, come and be my new boo shawty

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

[verse 4: wale]

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

But i do quite well with all the bait

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

165 and i'm not surprised see my flow yuck! my cd gross!

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

Point 'em all out, i can sit 'em all down

Double mg, what about y'all?

These sb's ain't never coming out

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

And i gotta thank the young boy alizay

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait