Kingpen Ghostwriter (Dope Don't Sell Itself 2022)

Текст песни 2 Chainz and Lil Baby - Kingpen Ghostwriter (Dope Don't Sell Itself 2022)

Kingpen Ghostwriter Lyrics[Intro: 2 Chainz]
This shit hard, Buddah
I'm finna put that motherfuckin' heron flow on that motherfucker though
Buddah bless this beat (Toni!)

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Money comin', comin' in a hurry
Niggas on the run, eatin' like N.O.R.E
Sound like a kingpin been writin' from me
Got my first plug out in California
Yeah, yeah (Huh) pesos stacked (Yeah, yeah)
Dior hat (Yeah, yeah) opp got whacked (Yeah, yeah)
Ain't have nothin' to do with that, yeah
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
My fleet orange and black (Yeah) on concrete I tap (Yeah)
Water on the neck ain't tap (Yeah) alkaline white strap (Yeah)
VVSs
She got on bust-downs, she buss it down like she naked
And thе trappin' hot (Hot) told her "Come and dance" (Dancе)
Didn't have no A.C. on, all we had was OnlyFans (Woo)
Pinky ring summer (Summer) limousine, uh-uh (Uh-uh)
Got the Maybach truck, bought the Maybach car a partner
You ain't seen what I done seen, these lenses cost at least a G
Gangsta views are like Eazy-E's, when it come to trappin', I'm 23
Moonwalking like Billie Jean, my pistol boss, my kitchen clean
Everything I cut dope like a razor blade and amphetamine (Uh)

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Money comin', comin' in a hurry
Niggas on the run, eatin' like N.O.R.E
Sound like a kingpin been writin' from me
Got my first plug out in California
Yeah, yeah (Huh) pesos stacked (Yeah, yeah)
Dior hat (Yeah, yeah) opp got whacked (Yeah, yeah)
Ain't have nothin' to do with that

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Yeah, Gucci shorts, Gucci socks are showin'
I hit Derek for a box of Ones
Get allure and let the thots have fun
He actin' like me, that is not my son
He might be the two, he is not the one
This shit that I do, it is not for fun
Everybody gon' go, you is not to come
Rockin' ice like I'm tryna get a knot out my arm
We got sticks in the bitch, we ain't got no alarm
When they heat didn't work, we used the stove to get warm
My lil nigga down bad, he supposed to be home
Stuck around for too long, I'm supposed to be gone
Let them foes do you wrong, you're supposed to be strong
If I had to, I still can go and post in my zone
I got some houses to trap out, I got a ho house to stay at
Too wild, you know how I play it
I don't gotta tell 'em, they know what I'm sayin'
Five mil' in blue, let 'em know I ain't playin'
Back of the 'Bach getting head when I lay there
You wanna fuck with a nigga, just say that
McLaren fast, it belong on a race track
None of that bullshit, you know I ain't play that
I had a clean-up crew come through and spray that
[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Money comin', comin' in a hurry
Niggas on the run, eatin' like N.O.R.E
Sound like a kingpin been writin' from me
Got my first plug out in California
Yeah, yeah (Huh) pesos stacked (Yeah, yeah)
Dior hat (Yeah, yeah) opp got whacked (Yeah, yeah)
Ain't have nothin' to do with that1