Whole thang
Whole thang
Whole thang
Look at my wrist
Whole thang
Keep them Rosay bottles
Drink the whole thang
Whole thang
Whole thang
2 Chainz!
Whole thang
Gucci on my shoe string
Rolling on my left arm
Hoes bang but stepped on
I'm trapping off my Samsung
Propane in my switcher
Propane when I'm spitting
I can get it, I can get it
I can flipping
I can to this shit
And sound like twister uh
Come up a party
What you know about it
Went from the public house
To flying on the private
My favorite place to get love
Is a jewelry store and a strip club
In the bank, when I pick up
Don't make my trunk
Get the heck up
Still the gold chain
Cost the whole thang
Pinky ring be in-between
And hes thighs
Nipple ring
My duffle bag's on creatine
MJ on Billy Jean
MJ with mini rings
It's doe
When I got the mike
It's a motherfucking killing scene
Look at my wrist
Whole thang
Keep them Rosay bottles
Drink the whole thang
Whole thang
Whole thang
Whole thang
Whole thang
You see the charm
Whole thang
Spend like thirty thousand
Whole thang
Whole thang
Whole thang
Whole thang
You need the whole thang?
We got the whole thang
No head, got to, got to get the whole thang
Might you buy a hundred bottles of that rare shit
Late night you the same thang
Honeyed on that AP
Damn boy got that cocaine
Get me in the zone 3
On the 93 I, I obtain
In the draughty lane with a groupie
Wave to my Louis
Twin 2 Chainz is snow
Got him highly moving
Throwing up a foe
God foe those with it's a coupé
Four G idles on that motherfucker
Or they really two piece
Look at my wrist
Whole thang
Keep them Rosay bottles
Drink the whole thang
Whole thang
Whole thang
Whole thang
Whole thang
You see the charm
Whole thang
Spend like thirty thousand
Whole thang
Whole thang
Whole thang
Whole thang
Whole thang
Look at my wrist
Full of things
My whole hood in the club
I brought the whole gang
I got this Rolex on my wrist
Fuck my automat
I'm in my feeling thing tonight
Fuck my other cops
Hey see chipping anyway
Who's my other broad
I'm going to mess him anyway
Fuck my other broad
We got it all smoked up
Like it's the smoker sexy
We passing blunts round
Like we give the smoke a lesson
Look at my wrist
What?
Full of things
This nigger snowing Mr. T
Got him full chain
God damn girl
Where you going?
Shit you finally wine
If you back it on up
I might blow the nine
Ye, ye I said blow them nine
Rick fell, you blow
Calling blowing time
These niggers y'all going anything
These niggers hate me
Won't stop until them bitch is free
My nigger HB
Look at my wrist
Whole thang
Keep them Rosay bottles
Drink the whole thang
Whole thang
Whole thang
Whole thang
Whole thang
You see the charm
Whole thang
Spend like thirty thousand
Whole thang
Whole thang
Whole thang
Whole thang