MusicOnly's video: 2 Chainz Lil Wayne Benny The Butcher - Oprah Gayle Lyrics

Subscribe and press (🔔) to join the Notification Squad and stay updated with new uploads Follow 2 Chainz: https://www.instagram.com/2chainz https://twitter.com/2chainz https://www.facebook.com/2Chainz https://www.tiktok.com/@2chainz Follow Lil Wayne: https://instagram.com/liltunechi https://twitter.com/LilTunechi https://www.facebook.com/LilWayne https://www.tiktok.com/@lilwayne 📷 Wallpaper: https://unsplash.com Lyrics: [Intro: 2 Chainz] Collegrove [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] Checkerboard luggage, Ramen in the cupboard I left Art Basel with a sculpture You listening to the lyrical nunchuck chuckle at dumbfucks Vocals warmed up, beyond Ford tough I kept my lawn cut, it's felon conduct I got my arm out the window of an armed truck It’s Teamster Union when you hear the trucks roll up On Cleveland Avenue, made plays at the Kroger Came up on cold cuts, heart got a hole in it, bank got a roll in it The Cessna Citation came with a pole in it The Cullinan so big, it need a stove in it Now that's deep, I just dove in it The closet came with garage doors The Goyard is on all fours, I do this shit for encores I did this shit in Tom Ford, they said I'm wrong for it I'm so fly, I looked at her and said, "Get on board" It's the man, it's the myth, in the midst of the mix With the M's on my mind, in Maui taking pics Motivated by more, that mean I want more of this I want more jewelry, more cars, I want more cribs What you expect from a kid That grew up with his stomach touching his rib? Echos coming from out the fridge My papa was a rolling stone, I thought you knew that Don't smoke no cig but I'll shoot that, true facts [Interlude: Lil Wayne] Nah'mean? My lighter St. Laurent Yeah, that St. Laurent fire You gotta hold your hand midair when you do a verse like this Yeah [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Uh, hoppin’ out or slide out, runnin’ through a walkthrough Coupe on big wheels like a pony wearin’ horse shoes Tall money, short fuse, long money, long ooh Champagne Papi part two, she my corkscrew Tattoos over war wounds, wrist look like its on Zoom Neck look like anime or cartoons, art to ‘em I got the spikes on the Gucci, look like Bart to ‘em Gimmie the Nikes, lemme add some Comme Des Garcons to ‘em Stunt man, verses in my lunch bag, rappers on my launch pad Chopper make ‘em do the Kris Kross or make ‘em jump dance Lump somes, hump bands What’s a young man without a check? Just a Jumpman Fuck that, Jordan meme I’ma sip some lean, get a ting and go quarantine I’ma get some bling let it bling like some Oil Sheen I’ma put some fuckin’ princess cuts on a queen And I keep all of the chin check stubs I redeem This our team, my regimen, I’m a higher being Purple smoke, fire green, sweet ‘n’ sour cream Peakin’ higher now we towering, peak position Give my people power, now we power fiends, it’s addiction Feelin’ like a boxer steppin’ out the ring, you swing, you missin’ Critically thinkin’ ‘bout the critics up in critical condition I’m in pitiful condition, scratch that but who was itchin’? Teamsters, the Union did it - Tune and Tity, Young Money, T.R.U. Religion [Interlude: Lil Wayne] It's some Teamsters shit This a Saint Laurent lighter, woo! I got "stoner-virus," baby Ho right there, she got "Patron-a-virus," hmm-mm And ho over there, she wouldn't let me fuck So now she got "loney-virus", alright Ayy, stop leasin' niggas We gotta get that "homeowner-virus" like me [Verse 3: Benny The Butcher] Yo, they was laughin', but we was smart drug trafficking, we was sharks (Uh-huh) I had to chase the paper down 'til we trapped the money in vaults Kinda crazy, my last bid was the shortest and she ain't wait for me Spent half my twenties in prison and aged gracefully For paper, you know we grind, place a wager and you'll be fine (Uh-huh) I put my fork down, now every major want me to sign Left the hood for Hollywood, it wasn't worth being famous (It wasn't worth it) Where every chick got a Beamer and a personal trainer (Ha-ha) I'm into business moves, she into Paris fashion (Uh-huh) It cost me at least twenty grand a year on her hair and lashes Love I done inherited, music was both of my parents' passion My name come up when you talkin' dope and comparing classics (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Stare at me good, 'cause this how pressure look They want my spot but tryna skip every step I took, I wish 'em the best of luck I asked a question and he gave me an answer Tag 🔖 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne, Benny The Butcher, Oprah & Gayle, 2 Chainz Oprah & Gayle, Oprah & Gayle 2 Chainz, Oprah & Gayle Lyrics, Lyrics Oprah & Gayle, 2 Chainz Oprah & Gayle Lyrics, Oprah & Gayle 2 Chainz Lyrics, 2 Chainz Lyrics Oprah & Gayle, Oprah & Gayle Lyrics 2 Chainz, Lyrics 2 Chainz Oprah & Gayle, Lyrics Oprah & Gayle 2 Chainz, 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne Oprah & Gayle, 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne Oprah & Gayle Lyrics, Lil Wayne Oprah & Gayle, Lil Wayne Oprah & Gayle Lyrics, Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz Oprah & Gayle, Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz Oprah & Gayle Lyrics