I Do It

[Chorus: 2 Chainz] Thank God for the first nigga to start trapping Thank God for the first nigga to start rapping Thank God for the first girl to start stripping And I'ma have to keep it muh'fuckin' real with 'em I got a problem, with these niggas I got a problem, with these bitches Trigger finger, keep itchin' Well I'll pull it, I'll do it, yeah [Verse 1: 2 Chainz, 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne & All] Yeah! Hang up on a bitch, call it crucified Time to go to work, no suit and tie Bumpin' Makaveli, I be trappin' out the telly My nigga did a dime and he back already Got that sack already, man we got them racks already As far 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 a verse I take the third 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 to start trapping Thank God for the first nigga to start rapping Thank God for the first girl to start stripping And I'ma have to keep it muh'fuckin' real with 'em I got a problem, with these niggas I got a problem, with these bitches Trigger finger, keep itchin' Well I'll pull it, I'll do it, yeah [Verse 2: Drake, Lil Wayne, Both & All] Drank in my cup holder, hope this shit don't spill Pull up in the 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 a ass and the girl a fan, it's going down I'ma 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 will tell you He might call up Patricia, she 'bout to call up Melissa Tell 'em come to the cribbo and do them 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, shoutout to all of my hoes (Tunechi) That's just how my OG would sum it up I been working all winter just to fuck the summer up It's just me and 2 Chainz, but the chain's never tucked though If you don't like what I'm doing, nigga fuck y'all [Chorus: 2 Chainz] Thank God for the first nigga to start trapping Thank God for the first nigga to start rapping Thank God for the first girl to start stripping And I'ma have to keep it muh'fuckin' real with 'em I got a problem, with these niggas I got a problem, with these bitches Trigger finger, keep itchin' Well I'll pull it, I'll do it, yeah [Verse 3: 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & All] 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 snotnose, man all these hoes is my hoes And if she bougie, fuck her once then leave her hanging, dry clothes I just built a cemetery, niggas dying to get in Niggas lying, they pretend, don’t cross that line, it's paper thin High as a star, make a wish, I’m a shark, I ate the fish I got no heart, I hate that bitch You hate that bitch? Well I hate that bitch Will jump a nigga like a chessboard Do a drive by while you 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, man, fuck that bitch right on the step Put it in and take it back out, then I back out Hair-Hair Weave Killer known to snatch the fucking track out Put me in the ga-game coach, I'm the antidote Pull up, kick, throw and take the money, and the dope True, 2 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 doing, nigga, fuck y'all [Outro: Quartet] (Y'all ready? 1, 2, 3) Right now it's me time (A little time for myself y'all) Me time (Oh yeah) Right now it's me time (Don't want no one else now) Me time Bitch please don't call my phone (don't call my phone) Said I wanna be left alone (be left alone) Please, please don't stop by my home (stop by my home) No, no cause I feel it's just a matter of time 'Til you people make me lose my mind I'm 'bout to leave this world behind, yeah, yeah Right now it's me time (You need to go kick rocks now) Me time