Lyrics:

[Chorus - 2 Chainz]
Thank God for the first nigga started drinkin
Thank God for the first nigga started rappin
Thank God for the first girl that started strippin
And Imma have to keep it more fuckin real with ya
Ive got a problem with these niggas
Ive got a problem with these bitches
Trigger finger keep itchin
Well Ill pull it, I do it
[Verse 1 - 2 Chainz]
Hang up on a bitch, call it crucifight
Time to go to work, no suit and tie
Bumpin Makaveli, I be trappin at the telly
My nigga did a dime and he back already
Get that sack already, man weve got them racks already
As for as your girl, I hit it from the back already
I tried to get a tan, but Im black already
Your pockets on a diet, my pockets fat already
Three niggas with me me, myself and I
God dont like ugly, you should testify
My t-shirt come from Bergdorf
I make so much on the 1st, I take the 3rd off
Bird call, swerve off
Bust a nut on her, tell her thats a load off
Shorty ass soft, like a Nerf ball
If you dont like what Im doing, nigga fuck yall
[Chorus - 2 Chainz]
Thank God for the first nigga started drinkin
Thank God for the first nigga started rappin
Thank God for the first girl that started strippin
And Imma have to keep it more fuckin real with ya
Ive got a problem with these niggas
Ive got a problem with these bitches
Trigger finger keep itchin
Well Ill pull it, I do it
[Verse 2 - Drake]
Drank in my cup, hold up, hope this shit dont spill
Pull up in a new edition and thats word to Johnny Gill
How I come up with this shit and all these verses that I kill?
I have no imagination, everything I do for real
Bitch Im camouflaged down, put your camera phone down
If she got an ass and that girl a fan, its goin down
Imma fuck you like Ive been waiting a century for it
Give the pussy up and Ill trade you the memory for it
In the bedroom forever, thats what her roommate will tell you
Man I just hear this shit and think about what Tunechi would tell ya
He might call up Patricia, she bout to call up Melissa
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]
Tell em come to the cribbo and do em both, double dribble
Im colder than a hospital, she love the dick that I give her
Hit her from the front, back, side, twist her like cigarillos
I put the gun to the pillow, I dont want blood on my clothes
Gotta keep that TRUKFIT fresh, shout out to all of my hoes
Tunechi
[Verse 4 - Drake]
Thats just how my OG would sum it up
Ive been workin all winter just to fuck the summer up
Its just me and 2 Chainz, but the chains never tucked dawg
If you dont like what Im doin, nigga fuck yall
[Chorus - 2 Chainz]
Thank God for the first nigga started drinkin
Thank God for the first nigga started rappin
Thank God for the first girl that started strippin
And Imma have to keep it more fuckin real with ya
Ive got a problem with these niggas
Ive got a problem with these bitches
Trigger finger keep itchin
Well Ill pull it, I do it
[Verse 5 - Lil Wayne]
Uh, well if you know like I know, that pussy pop like Pyro
And she know Im a pothead, that pussy like a pothole
Im colder than a snot-nose, man all these hoes is my hoes
And if she bougie, fuck her once then leave her hangin, dry clothes
I just built a cemetery, niggas dyin to get in
Niggas lie and they pretend, dont cross that line, its paper-thin
Im high as a star, make a wish
Im a shark, I ate the fish
Ive got no heart, I hate the bitch
[Verse 6 - 2 Chainz]
You hate that bitch? Well I hate that bitch
Well jump a nigga like a chessboard
Do a drive by while youre riding on your skateboard
Uh, they aint even know it
Have Drake sing a song just to get her pussy wet
Then I take her to the crib and fuck that bitch right on the step
Put it in and take it back out, then I back out
Hair weave killer known to snatch the fuckin track out
Put me in the game coach, Im the antidote
Pull up, kick, throw, and take the money and the dope
Tru, Chainz Im on a plane and a boat
I am so cold I need a cover and a coat
Kick it at the mall, call it football
If you dont like what Im doin, nigga fuck yall