Ali Bomaye Lyrics - 2 Chainz

Get my people out them chains nigga 

I mean handcuffs, time to man up 

Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin' bruh 

Cause I'm a black man, in a Phantom 

Or is it cause my windows tinted 

Car cost 300 thou' and I blow Indo in it 

You mad cause your daughter fuck with me on spring break 

Well, I'm a fuck her 'til the springs break 

Yeah Roll another one cause I'm winnin 

And my four door looking real photogenic 

Jam 'em on the tire, in threads that won't expire 

I'm in a class of my own, my teacher got fired 

Money getting long, pussy rate keep rising 

Versace outfit cost me 3, 000 

From the P houses, did it from the weak hours 

Selling that chicken no lemon pepper, no sweet and sour 

First you get the power, then you get respect 

I'm getting so much money I can buy ya bitch 

Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it 

I like clubs where all the women working naked 

Fell in love with a waitress what the fuck I'm thinking 

Bought that ho a ring it was for her pinky 

Uhn, that's pimpin' that's slick 

Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent 

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Fuck y'all mad at me for 

Got a black car, and a black phantom 

With a white bitch in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana) 

Got a thick bitch in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi 

Got two chains, they two-tone, two hundred racks, no lie (true) 

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! 

I'm bout to rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye's 

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! 

My lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another case 

Fuck y'all mad at me for, cause my belt got two G's on it 

Her belt got two C's on it, my daughter's stroller got D's on it 

Free Big Meech, Free Boosie and C-Murder 

Like New Orleans, like Baltimore, come to Compton you'll see murders 

And my AR see murders, that's beef nigga no burgers 

I'm insane and you Usain, nigga better turn on them burners 

Got coke swimming in that glass jar, bitch go turn on them burners 

Got dope to sell in this hotel, no half price, no retail 

You a bitch nigga, no female, I smack niggas, Sprewell 

I'm on the block like D 12, I got the white, no D-12 

Like a little nigga in Africa, I was born toting that K 

And that's real shit, no Will Smith, and no Nona Gaye 

But they yellin'... 

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Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! 

Thank God that a nigga seen another day 

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! 

Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray 

I take my case to trial, hire the Dream Team 

Robbie Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran, I seen things 

I dream big, I think sharp 

Inhale smoke, Hawaiian tree bark 

Humble yourself, you not a G, keep it one with yourself 

Run to niggas for help, favors I keep one on the shelf 

I got rifles with lasers, swing it just like the majors 

Hit you right above navel, now you swimming in pavement 

Gold medals on my neck, I call it Michael Phelps 

Hoes settling for less, I call 'em bottom shelf 

Niggas tough on them blogs and never did nothing at all 

On the road to the riches, bitches not tagging along 

Unless it's ass in a thong, hit that ass and I'm gone 

Disrespect my nigga Boss and I'm flashing the chrome 

I'm waving the Tec, Tity spraying the Mac 

Extendos in the back, gonna lap 

Got a bitch that look like Laila Ali sitting in my lap 

Got a call from Skateboard, pick 'em up at Lax 

Speaking skateboards, where Tune at? 

Fuck with him, I'll break a skateboard on a nigga back 

2 Chainz! 

Skateboard on a nigga track 

No lie, No Lie already got a plaque 

Mama got a house, daughter got accounts 

Just to think a nigga like me started with a ounce 

Bad bitches and D-boys, we bring 'em out 

If them niggas pussy, we douche 'em, we clean 'em out 

This the voice of ghetto intelligence, if you got work 

Go to work the work at your residence... 

... For presidents 

Word to Muhammad, that triple beam is heaven-sent 

Riding through the jungles in that muthafuckin' elephant 

That's a gray ghost, with the ears on it 

Swimming through the hood like it got fins on it (Tell 'em!) 

You know I got that work on the foreman grill 

Weigh the muthafuckas in, made another mill' 

Got a nigga feeling like Cassius Clay 

Thrilla in Manilla, nigga want it whip his ass today