Yuck!

[Intro] Yuck daddy Yuck daddy [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] Uh, cut the top off, call it Amber Rose Just bought a big body, time to paint the toes Known to act a donkey on the camel-toe Then take the camel-toe and turn it into casserole 2 Chainz, talking on the FLX phone Poof, just like that the whole check gone Former Posturepedic I was slept on So many chains on, it look like my neck gone My girl came through and brought an extra body Now that's an after party for the after party Two-gun gang, all-black Ferrari His and her Armani, put it in her tummy And yeah, the bread good if the head good Before Benihana's it was canned goods Before canned goods it was Similac I'm from where they send shots, then we send 'em back A half a million dollars worth of crack money Wrap your parents up, now you got a black mommy Yeah, I did it, true to my religion Two guns on me, both with extensions If you on the pole, play your position I got enough dough to pay your tuition Corduroy Trues, with the skull cap I just woke up, tell me where the drugs at And after the drugs, where the girls at And after the girls, where the love at And if it ain't no love, I'm like fuck that Nigga, I'm so dope, you could catch a fucking contact [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Good weed, bad bitch Got these hoes on my dick like Brad Pitt Whoa, I seen it all before The bitch got a man, but she scheming on the low, how it go? It go, fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas My homies got the blickers, automatics, no clickers Hah, codeine, no liquor Man, life is a bitch, mine is a gold digger I'm fucked, let's fuck She said she on her period, I said "Yuck" I called another bopper, I beat it like a copper Two big chains, one big chopper, bitch [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Yeah, I got the chopper for the correspondents The codeine got me standing horizontal I had enough of the broken promises So I'm in a room full of Pocahontases And this shit is off the meat rack Weed sack, big car, laying with my seat back We next, we ain't never left, hollerin' we back All this ice on me, and my niggas playing freeze tag Lord, forgive me, this my fourth foreign If your baby daddy lame, you should forewarn him I come through with the yopper on Turn that nigga into hot bologna I'm the type a nigga cop a Rollie, cop a Benz, cop a tool Then wear it all to church, nigga, halleluj' Uh, I'm from the trap where the block'll pay you Me and my nigga pass your ho like a hot potato I be like, "You could get her", he be like, "You could get her" I be like, "You could have her", he be like, "You could have her" He be like, "It don't matter", I be like, "Me neither" Uh, my old school got twenty-sixes on it And I got you girl kissing on me, mwah! [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Good weed, bad bitch Got these hoes on my dick like Brad Pitt Whoa, I seen it all before The bitch got a man, but she scheming on the low, how it go? It go, fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas My homies got the blickers, automatics, no clickers Hah, codeine, no liquor Man, life is a bitch, mine is a gold digger I'm fucked, let's fuck She said she on her period, I said "Yuck" I called another bopper, I beat it like a copper Two big chains, one big chopper, bitch [Outro: Lil Wayne] Yuck daddy, yuck Yuck daddy, yuck Yuck-yuck-yuck daddy Two big chains, one big chopper Two big chains, one-one big chopper Two-two big chains, one-one big chopper Two big chains, one big chopper, bitch