Bars

[Intro: 2 Chainz]

Yeah

Yeah, gotta be comin' hard on them Havoc beats, you feel me?

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]

My basic outlook, the out crook the man on the side

'Fore we hit the driveway, got my hand on her thighs

Touchin' the sky, I could skateboard in the cloud

Put 'em on some much loud, bet they won't make a sound

This that body rock, nonchalant, don't make sense

Like a nigga with dreads tryna own his own barber shop

Heart not hard to stop, take a new whip then karate chop

Turn the fuckin' top to a halter top

Concrete jungle, I'll fuck Jane though

Industry, a bunch of niggas swing on the same rope

Sit in the same room, fuck on the same ho

We on different planes if we is in the same boat

Captivate 'em and creative

Potato head, turn 'em into mashed potatoes

My town is greater, downtown Decatur

Went to Pin Ups to pound, pound a waitress

Niggas might as well smoke a pound of hatred

Take a shot of jealousy and use a clown to chase it

Heard some niggas try to say that my style is basic

Told 'em sit back with they style adjacent

Ran up in they crib like my stylist Jason

Mask on, black card, minds is racist

Met a girl named Victory, I can taste it

I got a bigger crib 'cause I replaced it

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]

Uh, got a disease called bars

Bars, yeah

Got a disease called bars

Bars

I, I give it to ya

I, I give it to ya

I give it to ya

I, I give it to ya

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Uh, bastard flow, I had to though, I'm natural and practical

Infatuated with the dope, fanatical, banana clip, you're apple though

I got more tools than Apple Store

You're screwed up and now them goons is at your door with ransom notes

And we gon' need some answers though, answer more

Your modern family can suddenly become a canceled show, that's standard though

I have your cousin be the one to cut your throat, my standards low

I'm from New Orleans, you either be man or hoe and now they know

You mash and go and cash it slow, whatever go and that you know

Got more techs than Apple Store, I have more sex than Scorpios

And I don't text or call them hoes, restaurant 'em all them hoes

I slept with foreign hoes that only heard Tha Carter IV

It's all for show, it's all a hoax, Rebeccas to Rosarios

I'm sorry for the hoes that get portrayed as sorry hoes

I'm sorry, hoes, but that's just how the story goes, who are these hoes?

Who bought these hoes? I thought these hoes was for us all, my dawg proposed, Lord

His cards exposed, his heart explode, his broads opposed, Lord

His market's closed, he parched, he's cold, she sparked the stove, Lord

She washed the clothes, she fold the clothes, she on her toes, Lord

He lost control, forgot the bitch was on the pole, Lord!

And oh, Lord, I bought some bitches from the road home

Told Hood, "Watch over them bitches like a fuckin' drone"

And hold on, I'm so gone, I'm in my more zone

Cough syrup 'til my cold gone, Tunechi, bitch

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]

Uh, got a disease called bars

Bars, yeah

Got a disease called bars

Bars

I, I give it to ya

I, I give it to ya

I give it to ya

I, I give it to ya

[Outro: 2 Chainz]

I give it to ya, I give it to ya

I give it to ya, I give it to ya

I give it to ya, I give it to ya

I give it to ya, I give it to ya (I give it to ya)

I give it to ya, I give it to ya

I give it to ya, I give it to ya

I give it to ya, I give it to ya

I give it to ya