Dedication - 2 Chainz

You gotta known how to have fun when you gettin' these checks man

Nah, I’mma put this on your camera

You need… I’m bout to tell you right now

Tell me what I need

Tity Boi, Tity Boi

You need to tell Cris, gon' let you go

Young Mula it out, we have fun over here, we just eating

We having fun, we just doing stuff, we don’t even care about

(Go get my shit)

Young Money, we care

If it wasn’t for Wayne, it wouldn’t be

A lot of dudes in the game, including me

We was smoking that gas in '03

Was gon' sell a few bags to Lil Fee

Couple years removed from HBs

Tatted lyrics from Jigga to Jay-Z

I went to Eastover before Katrina

Remember going to Magic riding in my Bimmer

And this was way before FEMA, and you was rappin' and singin'

And I was slanging the Ps and smoking nigga like Newport

Comin up off of Too Short, my underwear was my hoop shorts

And then I went on tour and recorded songs on your tour bus

And that was '08

That’s the first time I met Drake

When I hit your cup with that drank

Had a nigga stomach like, «Wait, wait wait, wait», mm

That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg

That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg

That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg

That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg

That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg

That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg

That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg

That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg

You relocated to MIA

You told me, «Shawty this where I stay»

I came down to pay a visit

You told me Zoe Pound and them was trippin'

And you, you wasn’t dippin'

Had the M-16 and with the extra clip, ready to act ignorant

Ridin' off in the Phantom and Mr. G he was driving

Pumpin' that Playaz Circle, you told me that we was riding

I told you that I was rappin', told you I wasn’t writing

You said Luda was foolish because he wasn’t excited

That was way before Tyga, I saw Nicki with Gucci

You said, «You can make a million rappin' 'bout some pussy

I did», T, Fuke, Marley Marl, shining like Armor Oil

You can ask Mack, I was YM ‘fore all of y’all

Stunna said I reminded him of Johnny

In this world you either selling or you buying

That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg

That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg

That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg

That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg

That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg

That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg

That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg

That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg

You tatted your face and changed the culture

You screamed «Suu whoop» and them gangstas loved you

You bought a Bugatti so you can flex

And most of the bad bitches your ex

Ride 'til the wheels fall off and they got wobbly

«Duffle Bag» video, we shot that bitch on Godby

You was holding a sty-ry, I had more gold than a pirate

They said it ain’t about stylin', what they tryna kick knowledge?

Duffle Bag Boys, yeah I can’t forget Dolla

And going to get the money is some words that I follow

I swallowed my pride, smoking endo outside

Straight from ColleGrove, I’m reporting live

That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg

That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg

That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg

That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg

That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg

That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg

That my dawg, uhh, that my dawg

That my dawg, yeah, that my dawg