Whoodeeni (feat. 2 Chainz)

Your music means-means everything-thing to you

Bullet bring the gun, why pull it? (Why pull it?)
Shoot words to see who's full of it (Uh-huh)
We from the same place, land of the game face (Game face)
Plug signs on the jackets
Give props, yo, like a Prop Joe package (Prop Joe package)
It's illegal
How those kids can come from out of the slums and live so regal (What else?)

Lose it all on a prayer to the ego (What else?)
Before the loss, we earn for the cause (Yeah)
Toast to the life, though my liver won't endorse
Currently, in time and my enzymes
Are in sync to digest the brink of Armageddon (Come on)
The bedding's over the mattress, we lay with the actress
For social media to swallow us (yeah)
Watch them rap peers who don't reply back
'Cause they think we gonna snatch up their Twitter followers

That's some female type foolery
And your females like glue to it
She know it, the scent of a poet
Police buy restraint to cover all the angles (got to cover yo)
The opera of operations
Scene One got you and your crew all confident with courage
We'll be there, jump in your square, wreck it
You be like, "Check it, they stretched the shit into rectangles, damn!"

Dance, freak, get out your seat
Show me that you is a real whoodeeni
Get loose y'all, work it out now
Everybody, everybody get down (Yuh)
Whoodeeni, whoodeeni, whoodeeni (2 Chainz)

Born institutionalized
My homie from N.O. found his crib with the roof on the side
FEMA askin' for an address, but ain't no mailbox
Nothin' left to do out here but to sell rocks (Yeah)
Now they got cellphones inside of the cell blocks (Yeah)
And my cousin on parole 'cause he sold Glocks
My cousin that sold stock
Told you we have more soul than James Brown
Wearing a gold watch that obviously don't work

Used to go home and rob niggas for homework
See if the chrome work
Might call your girl to see if my phone work (Ooh)
I'm a hood star, and the trophy's a gold 'vert
Mouth full of gold teeth
Niggas might end up obsolete if I'm four deep (Fire)
Real nigga for real, bed full of new sheets
Bedroom floor filled up with the loose-leafs (Money)

This is a war zone, me and a two-piece
Put another head on and make it a new piece (Tell 'em)
She be like, "Ooh wee," I be like "Ooh wee"
I love myself so much I'm a groupie (Damn)
Everybody know my verses is Pookie
Had 'em all strung out like it's a drug house
When I'm in the booth I'm MJ with his tongue out (Ooh)

When I'm in the booth I'm Kanye with a gun out (Fire)
Run in your mom house
Then I'ma lean sideways and burn out (Ahh)
All natural, I hope you got the perm out, whoa
I been straightened that shit
New niggas came and tried to hate on that shit
I'ma use it now, I ain't waiting on shit

Dance, freak, get out your seat (Whoodeeni)
Show me that you is a real whoodeeni (Whoodeeni)
Get loose y'all, work it out now (Whoodeeni)
Everybody, everybody get down
Whoodeeni, whoodeeni, whoodeeni

Yo, big drawers, where the big drawers at?
I got a case of the little head controlling the big head thinkin' (Yeah)
Played Honest Abe in the back of a Lincoln
Chopped down a cherry, American Pie varied
Next day she was on my Snapchat sexting
Had her bunny-hopping a quick ten seconds
Dear Lord, forgive a nigga, I've been down with doubt

Had the frog legs, now I'ma knock this piggy out (Err)
Now Dave like to cuddle, but Dave don't play that (Nope)
Like Dave had the ring—listen, Dave ain't say that (Nah)
Courtships to door steps for gettin' ass
And if it's one of my broads, keep your feet off the grass
Size-eleven the gas, mash that potato 'til we lay in the grass
She mellow like it's a picnic
If she the mermaid, give her the fish stick

First class flight, shoot her out to the district
Wait, cancel the stallion, hold your horses
Kickstart your life and cut your losses (Cut your losses)
Look how we did 'em, ma, your boy still got it
I quit drinking, I quit the narcotics
Life's a bitch, but she's seeing a therapist
This hip-hop done really took care of us, huh?

We got stoops and Van der Rohes to sit on (Yep)
Bitcoins, Vivian Maiers to bid on (Yup)
But we cautious
Never undermine the hate and turn the spell on your evil forces (It works)
But this ain't the cha-cha two-step (Jerk)
Been a rider ever since the Schwinn gooseneck
The buck stops here, ain't no "Who's next?"

Dance, freak, get out your seat (Whoodeeni)
Show me that you is a real whoodeeni (Whoodeeni)
Get loose y'all, work it out now (Whoodeeni)
Everybody, everybody get down
Whoodeeni, whoodeeni, whoodeeni