Empty

[Hook]

I'm so motherfuckin' true like I'm 2 Chainz

Ridin' in that Mayweather with your boo thing

Every summer I pop up with some new chains

In these Balmains, filled with them blue things

And these hoes on my back like my Fendi

You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy

And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me

Big stash in it, they think that it's empty

[Verse 1]

When a real nigga talkin', please don't speak

My watch tried to take your bitch from me

Dead 'mens in my pockets, all hunnid

Bitch, I'm sippin' right now, don't even touch me

No, I'm not sippin' slow

Just pass me the ball

I'ma pick and roll

I get that give and go

I'm out there gettin' dough

Sosa what's your goals? I don't really know

But I know I want a new house, new shit, new money, new that

New this, new thot, new bitch

Every time I have mood switch

New Gucci, new Louis

New shirts, new pants, new kicks

New drink, new weed

I'm surrounded by a bunch of new shit

[Hook]

I'm so motherfuckin' true like I'm 2 Chainz

Ridin' in that Mayweather with your boo thing

Every summer I pop up with some new chains

In these Balmains, filled with them blue things

And these hoes on my back like my Fendi

You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy

And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me

Big stash in it, they think that it's empty

[Verse 2]

Big stash pot in the car for a fuck nigga

Soon as I see you creepin' up, I'ma bust, nigga

One thing about my pistol, we got lots of trust, nigga

He know he's a throw-away and he don't give a fuck, nigga

Don't let my niggas catch you on that rough, nigga

All these waves, I feel like I'm Puff, nigga

At the top it's just us, nigga

If you ain't with us, we don't really fuck with you

I'm countin' cash on my ten fingers or my ten toes

When I wanna be low-key, I'm in that Land Rover

You can put me in detox, don't think I'm stayin' sober

Jump in front of this metro train, and get ran over

[Hook]

I'm so motherfuckin' true like I'm 2 Chainz

Ridin' in that Mayweather with your boo thing

Every summer I pop up with some new chains

In these Balmains, filled with them blue things

And these hoes on my back like my Fendi

You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy

And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me

Big stash in it, they think that it's empty