200 Pies (feat. 2 Chainz)

I feel wonderful I feel amazin' nigga Oh my fuckin' god, nigga Rich as a bitch right now (look) Uh, hundred racks in my sweatpants Did my scorin' in Portland, I'm Bonzi Wells with the headband (woo) Build the next powerhouse record label, that was my next plan (talk to 'em) DrumWork like Death Row in the '90s mixed with Def Jam (ha) We the Def Squad, but I shoot solo, I'm Redman (brrr) Right hand holdin' the steering wheel, bustin' back with my left hand (boom, boom, boom, boom) I'm still bustin' down the Presidential Rolex band (uh-huh) Everyday, I collect bands, Lambo truck colour eggplant (talk to 'em) Look, you get fronted a brick, better stack what you made (ha) Stack up and save, made the plug happy that you came back and you paid If not, you buyin' one and he gon' front you one (he gon' front you) Then you turn that two to three or four, then watch that money come (whip up) Seem like the last three or four years, I been on a money run (I been eatin') New business endeavours so this year, I'm on another run How you talkin' crazy on your songs when you don't bust your gun? Niggas runnin' down, checkin' your tats like, "Where the fuck you from?" (where you from, pussy?) Like, "Nigga, what you claim?" (ha) And I know them Blood homies, they gon' come and let it bang (ha) And I know some Crip homies that's gon' come and do the same (yeah) I'm neutral but respected 'Cause I been puttin' in pain, nigga (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Yeah Ayo, bro Ayy, let me see that newspaper Yeah, hundred racks in my sweatpants Did my scorin' in Portland, I'm Bonzi Wells with the headband Build the next powerhouse record label, that was the next plan (ha) DrumWork like Death Row in the '90s mixed with Def Jam We the Def Squad, but I shoot solo, I'm Redman (brrr) Right hand holdin' the steering wheel, bustin' back with my left hand (brr) I'm still bustin' down the Presidential Rolex band (you see the bust) Everyday, I collect bands, Lambo truck color eggplant, nigga I zen out, Indian style, prayin', pistol out The girl I'm with, I love her so much, I kiss her in the mouth If I didn't have a job, I guess I'd rob If I didn't have a brick, I guess I'd try to hit a lick But if I didn't have a bitch, would that never exist? It never happened Think where you would be if I wasn't trappin' Think where you would be if I didn't sacrifice and make this shit happen (happen) Before standin' ovations, gun clappin' (grrah) Two hundred pies in the trunk on 285 (85) Valley of death, you'd be surprised if you make it alive (alive) They won't collide when they find out I'm the chief of the tribe So much dough under my mattress, have to sleep on my side (woo) I'm a money-getter, business leader, vibe-reader I bear arms like wifebeaters, VVSs, icicles Her thighs thicker, she gon' ride it like a bicycle Oh, we gon' come with plenty weed and we gon' buy liquor (liquor) See, this that down south, bar for bar, por favor A rest in peace Twin, Fourth Ward Boulevard I walk around Atlanta and don't have a bodyguard It make my wife nervous (nervous), it makes me more assertive (right) It make me more alert, I pray a fan don't get burnt (burnt) I pray I use my instincts and everything I learned I might bust a juug right now and do it for the love (love) I heard they dropped your new shit and didn't nobody budge Toni, Toni Yeah, hundred racks in my sweatpants Did my scorin' in Portland, I'm Bonzi Wells with the headband Build the next powerhouse record label, that was the next plan DrumWork like Death Row in the '90s mixed with Def Jam (Def Jam) We the Def Squad, but I shoot solo, I'm Redman Right hand holdin' the steering wheel, bustin' back with my left hand I'm still bustin' down the Presidential Rolex band Everyday, I collect bands, Lambo truck color eggplant, nigga