Слова песни Where U Been 2 Chainz

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I keep my hoes in check, you buy Nike for yours,
Say, they want that loud, Imma bring that noise.
Check my watch on a flight, yeah, I call that airtime,
Murk ‘em in the middle of the street, that gon' be his deadline.
Yeah, you gon' respect mine, got a body on my TEC-9,
Say you nobody till somebody gon' body you, flatline.
Pocket full of dead guys and you know I'm anti,
Anti-social, anti-lame, but ain't I cool nigga, ain't I?
You lookin' at a star that's phased out, tryna take my style then take off,
I go to work with no days off, everything I own paid off.
Shawty pussy hair shaved off, and she did it just for me, nigga,
Would skip you like a spacebar, but I much rather delete niggas.

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I've been gettin' money, where the fuck you been?
I've been gettin' money, where the fuck you been?
I've been gettin' money, where the fuck you been?
I've been gettin' money, where the fuck you been?
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in,
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in,
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in.
I've been gettin' to the money, where the fuck you been?

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Gucci hat, Gucci hat, Gucci belt,
If you wrote a autobiography you'd have to sue yourself,
You lyin' ass. Codeine in my wine glass,
I know you had a wild past, I ain't fucked you in a while with your wild ass,
I get high and I fly past, I don't know nothing ‘bout iChat.
I work in this iPhone, they need an app called iTrap,
I trap, shinin' like a night lamp.
I just hit my girlfriend and asked her, where her wife at?
White cup, white hat, layin' on a white couch,
Got that Presidential and a residential white house.
Nigga saying, “Who? Who?” like a white owl,
You can see me shinin', shinin' with the light out.

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[Verse 3: Cap.1]
Turn five to a ten to a twenty to fifty to hundred,
My niggas get money, I want it.
I ride through the city, my niggas got choppers,
My bitch, she's so pretty, that's my Pocahontas.
Everything on me, I shine like a trophy,
Run up a check while they watch out for police.
Versace my pinky, a brick on my Rollie,
The Cali Ferrari I'm feelin' like Kobe.
True, that's to the death of me, nigga,
Killers on the right and left of me, nigga.
My destiny, nigga, to get all this money,
I can't share that whole recipe with you, nigga,
My nigga told me, “Get ‘em!” Did it, I got ‘em.
Stand on that couch, drink out of the bottle,
That .40 got hollows, that bitch she gon' swallow,
Get to the money, I'm keepin' Chicago.
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in,
Bought the Benz just to fuck your friends.
Giuseppe's 900 with that gold boss,
Everything ‘bout me wrong like a dope charge.

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