Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
2 Chainz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dequantes Lamar
Composer
Tauheed Epps
Composer
Gabriel Arillo
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wonder Arillo
Producer
Jack "SUTHERNFOLK" Brown
Recording Engineer
Finis "KY" White
Mixing Engineer
Alverne "Verne" Emmanuel
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I got extra
Ooh
I got extra
Yeah
I got money
I got work for his hoes
I got a black girl
Yeah
I get money
[Verse 2]
.12 gauge shotty
I don't like nothing but hoes and tattoos on my body
Yeah
I got extras
Uh, you want some
Fucked your girl on accident
That's a hit and run
Heaven's sake
It's been a hell of a day
I pray for all my **** with a federal case
Damn
[Verse 3]
Okay, Southside, I gotta own this
Snakeskin on my hat, albino
I'm rich like Lionel
I get head like Rhino
I'm ridin' on my rivals
Survival viable
Blindfold, bullets but for y'all ****?
[Verse 4]
I got extra
Ooh
I got extra
Yeah
I got money
I got work for his hoes
I got a plethora
[Verse 5]
I just went on the run
Hundred piece for a show
I just had a threesome for three weeks in a row
Yeah
Last name Chainz, uh
First name 2, yeah
I'm TRU 2, you know how I do it
I get head 'fore I screw it
First thing I do
F-first thing I do
[Verse 6]
Yeah, you know I'm stuntin'
'Cause I'm gettin' to the money (First thing I do)
Put it in her tummy
Put, put it in her tummy (First thing I do)
Hit her with the morning dick
Ooh, I ain't pissed yet
Yeah, I rep the A
The only thing I fuckin' pity
[Verse 7]
Southside, I gotta own this
Snakeskin on my hat, albino
I'm rich like Lionel
I get head like Rhino
I'm ridin' on my rivals
Survival viable
Blindfold, bullets but for y'all ****?
[Verse 8]
I got extra
Ooh
I got extra
Yeah
I got money
I got work for his hoes
I got a black girl
[Verse 9]
Yeah, okay I'm rich like Homie
I got your bitch from my homie
2 Chainz, what it do?
The living room full of that paper
Used to have a little room, now its a house and an acre
My partner in the kitchen room and he fuckin' with the bake
Chopper lift ya to the moon, ****, fuck y'all thinkin'?
If I get her in the room she gon' suck my babies
Tryna work her moves, tryna-tryna move the bed
If you owe me money then soon you better pay me
[Verse 10]
Me and 2 Chainz, get it like shoe strings
Strapped like laces
And I'm too clean, ridin' in a car from the A
Rich Homie, no new team
Boy, I'm a star like Macy's
Boy, I thank God I made it
Got a couple broads and the cake
I'm in the fast lane, drivin' in the car, goin' crazy
And I got your main dame, yeah, the one you call your lady
Forty million dollars, most important thing saving
And if you wanna book me, here my agent
I got eight pounds and a old car
On old net in front of skate town on the
[Verse 11]
Southside, I gotta own this
Snakeskin on my hat, albino
I'm rich like Lionel
I get head like Rhino
I'm ridin' on my rivals
Survival viable
Blindfold, bullets but for y'all ****?
[Verse 12]
I got extra
Ooh
I got extra
Yeah
I got money
I got work for his hoes
I got a black girl
Written by: Anthony Burgos, Dequantes Lamar, Gabriel Arillo, Tauheed Epps
