Yeah!
Ugh!
2 Chainz!
[Chorus:]
These niggas ain't got no bread

Nah, nah, I got em'

They know I'm a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it

Vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, I got it

Got liquor everywhere, blowin' smoke up da air

These niggas ain't got no bread

Get, 'em, got 'em!



Ok, now

The only way to come up is to stay down, A town

The world is my playground, yo girl wanna play round

Knock that p off, now yo girl wanna lay round!

Hair weave killa, mix it with a Trey hook

Get head while I'm readin call that shit facebook!

I do it for the paper like a prostitute

And hot pursuit, sometimes I feel I'm vodka proof.

Yeah, I got them chickens, nigga kaka-doodle-do!

I got the flu, I need lobster noodle soup!

I know you probably heard this 100 times

I got weight, I'm tryna lose 100 pounds!



[Chorus:]

These niggas ain't got no bread

Nah, nah, I got it

They know I'm a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it

Vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, I got it

Got liquor everywhere, blowin' smoke up da air

These niggas ain't got no bread

Nah, I got it

They hatin, but I don't care, yeah I got it

See your girl over there

Wishing she was over there

Got liquor everywhere,

Blowing smoke up in the air

Yeah, I got it, I got it!



If you don't know, this what swag is

So much swag, swag could be my ad lib

I do it for the real, so they rock with me

I'm in the drop, I should've brought the top with me!

I gotta go to court, I keep killin stages

Subpoena the promoter, cause he instigating

I started from the bottom of the destination

Now I'm headed to the top,

Call it elevation!

The only nigga in first class

Still got last night on my mustache

Hit em' with da louie belt and louie on my foot

Trigga hit em' with the hook!



[Chorus:]

These niggas ain't got no bread

Nah, nah, I got it

They know I'm a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it

Vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, I got it

Got liquor everywhere, blowin' smoke up da air

These niggas ain't got no bread

Nah, I got it

They hatin, but I don't care, yeah I got it

See your girl over there

Wishing she was over there

Got liquor everywhere,

Blowing smoke up in the air

Yeah, I got it!

Yeah, I got it!



Yeah nigga I got it

10 racks on me, I don't need no wallet

I'm a throw it all, don't need no pockets

Got my loose change, puttin hoes through college.

She just gave me brain, but I like to call it knowledge

Niggas think they dough, but I like to call 'em garbage!

He was talking tough said his pistol he gonna pop it

Why you mad at me cause yo bitch all up on my dick.



Hey, they want some show up?

Coco Loso pour up

Like I ate some bad pizza

And I'm about to throw some dough up!

Your tities did some grow ups

Hey tity boi you kno what?

Now you bout to blow up

Nigga you bout to blow up!



[Chorus:]

These niggas ain't got no bread

Nah, nah, I got it

They know I'm a flirt, yeah, yeah I got it

Vip upon the chair yeah, yeah, I got it

Got liquor everywhere, blowin' smoke up da air

These niggas ain't got no bread

Nah, I got it

They hatin, but I don't care, yeah I got it

See your girl over there

Wishing she was over there

Got liquor everywhere,

Blowing smoke up in the air

Yeah, I got it!

Yeah, I got it!