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PERFORMING ARTISTS
2 Chainz
2 Chainz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tauheed Epps
Tauheed Epps
Songwriter
Gary Evan Fountaine
Gary Evan Fountaine
Songwriter
Joshua Cross
Joshua Cross
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nonstop Da Hitman
Nonstop Da Hitman
Producer
Cassius Jay
Cassius Jay
Additional Producer
Nolan Presley
Nolan Presley
Recording Engineer
Finis "KY" White
Finis "KY" White
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Dat Boy Cassius Nonstop [Chorus] I hop on the beat Her body on fleek My pockets obese My partner gon' eat My partner a G We straight out the street Home of the Braves Land of the freaks I hop on the beat Her body on fleek My pockets obese My partner gon' eat My partner a G We straight out the street Home of the Braves Land of the freaks Got so many cars, I'm like, "What I need to be here for?" (Yeah) Got so much money, I'm like, "What I'm gon' pretend for?" (Yeah) Hundred dollar bills with no motherfuckin' billfold (No) And you know I'm kickin' shit like a fuckin' field goal (No) Yeah, gold, all on my pinky (Damn) Yeah, gold, all on my wrist Yeah, gold, all on my grill Yeah, gold, all on my chest Yeah, I'm a misfit, dipshit, fishsticks, six whips Times two, I'm cold, swine flu, must I remind you? Bitch, tell her nigga, my bitch, she came with stilettos Nigga, my crew, we came with Barrettas Nigga, my car, it came with umbrellas Nigga, put that shit on acapella, head to toe in Donatella Nigga know my old school, a motherfuckin' Panamera (God damn!) Mind on me (No), so don't worry 'bout mine I smoke and get vibes Look at my eye (Yeah), I can't decide how to describe Your nigga lookin' broke, I hope that shit a disguise (Yeah) I hop on the beat Her body on fleek My pockets obese My partner gon' eat My partner a G We straight out the street Home of the Braves Land of the freaks I hop on the beat Her body on fleek My pockets obese My partner gon' eat My partner a G We straight out the street Home of the Braves Land of the freaks Freak on my Zodiac, you must be heavy on Cognac I gave you a hundred, you told me a seventy five, lil' bitch I want me a quarterback I am indulgin' in oysters, I bought my shawty a cluster I come and ride for a busta, car came with everything except a butler, yeah She pidgeon-toed in them Christians Don't fuck with Goofy niggas, that's Disney Always on my grizzly, table in the back, picnic (Yeah) Alka-Seltzer Cold, your career started fizzin' You gon' need 4 pair Cartier's to see my vision Ok, deliverin' a dealership Go so much, need a membership My car knock-kneed like Kenny Smith And I'm signin' off, no penmanship, yeah I hop on the beat Her body on fleek My pockets obese My partner gon' eat My partner a G We straight out the street Home of the Braves Land of the freaks I hop on the beat Her body on fleek My pockets obese My partner gon' eat My partner a G We straight out the street Home of the Braves Land of the freaks
Writer(s): Joshua Theodore Cross, Tauheed Epps, Gary Evan Fountaine Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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