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