2 Chainz and Champagne, you want true, that’s true enough
Forbes list like every year, my office is my tour bus
She came through, she brought food, she got fucked, she knew wassup
She think I’m the realest out and I say “damn, that makes two of us”
Aww that look like what’s her name, chances are it’s whats her name
Chances are if she was actin up then I fucked her once and never fucked again
She could have a Grammy, I still treat her ass like a nominee
Just need to know what that pussy like so one time is fine with me
Young as an intern, with money like I built the shit
Streets talking they'll confirm, go ask them who just killed the shit
Stay keeping my cup full so I’m extra charged like a state tax
Me and Chainz go way back, we don’t talk shit, we just state facts
Yes, lord