เนื้อเพลง Where U Been? - 2 Chainz
เนื้อเพลง Where U Been?
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I keep my hoes in check, you buy Nike for yours
Say they want that loud, I'mma bring that noise
Check my watch on a flight, yeah, I call that airtime
Murk 'em in the middle of the street, that gon' be his deadline (tell 'em)
Yeah, you gon' respect mine, got a body on my Tec-9
Say you nobody 'till somebody gon' body you, flatline (BOW)
Pocket full of dead guys and you know I'm anti
Anti-social, anti-labor, anti-cool n*gga, ain't I?
You looking at a star that's phased out, trying to take my style then take off
I go to work with no days off, everything I own paid off (Tru)
Shawty p*ssy hair shaved off and she did it just for me, n*gga
Would skip you like a spacebar, but I much rather delete n*ggas (DAMN)
[Hook: 2 Chainz]
I've been getting money, where the f*ck you been? (Hold up)
I've been getting money, where the f*ck you been? (Turn up)
I've been getting money, where the f*ck you been? (Yeah)
I've been getting money, where the f*ck you been? (I told her)
Bought a new crib just to f*ck you in (I told her)
Bought a new crib just to f*ck you in (I told her)
Bought a new crib just to f*ck you in (tell 'em)
I've been getting to the money, where the f*ck you been?
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Gucci hat (Gucci hat), Gucci belt
If you wrote a autobiography you'd have to sue yourself
You lying ass, codeine in my wine glass
I know you had a wild past, I ain't f*cked you in a while with your wild ass
I get high and I fly past, I don't know nothing 'bout iChat
I work in this iPhone they need an app called iTrap
I trap, shining like a night night lamp
I just hit my girlfriend and asked her where her wife at (tell 'em)
White cup, white hat, laying on a white couch (Tru)
Got that presidential and a residential white house
N*gga saying "who?" (who) like a white owl
You can see me shinin' (shinin') with the light out
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Cap-1]
Turn five to a ten to a twenty to fifty to hundred
My n*ggas get money, I want it (BEEP)
I ride through the city my n*ggas got choppers
My b*tch she's so pretty that's my pocahontas
Everything on me I shine like a trophy
Run up a check while they watch out for police
Versace my pinky, a brick on my Rollie
The Cali Ferrari I'm feeling like Kobe
TRU to the death of me, n*gga
Killers on the right and left of me, n*gga
My destiny n*gga to get all this money
I can't share that whole recipe with you, n*gga (nah)
My n*gga told me "get 'em" did it I got 'em
Stand on that couch, drink out of the bottle
That .40 got hollows, that b*tch she gon' swallow
Get to the money I'm keeping Chicago (yeah)
Bought a new crib just to f*ck you in (and what)
Bought the Benz just to f*ck your friends
Giuseppe's 900 with that gold boss (Tru)
Everything 'bout me wrong like a dope charge (turn up)
[Hook]