Door Swangin Lyrics - 2 Chainz

I wouldn't even... 

I wouldn't even be here without that mothafuckin' door 

We doing numbers, holmes 

5540, we doing numbers, holmes 

You can look that shit up, you can research that shit 

Another day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it 

I say 'notha day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it 

Can't forget how I fucking had the door swinging 

Can't forget how I fucking had the door swinging 

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No doorbell, we had the cameras included 

No hibachi, all we had is some tuna fish 

Moved up a level, then I stepped up my grind 

Got to the top, ain't nobody around 

When I look down, all I see is some sucka shit 

And I'ma run shit, I put that on my bucket list 

Adidas streetball, all the foreigns with the straps 

Before the dreadlocks, I had the cornrows to the back 

Used to sit on a broke down Camaro with packs 

Told her, "Turn around," even though she had his name tatted 

That's the way that it was, had a way with the girls 

Had a felony before you knew what a felony was 

You was taking the shots, you was feeling the buzz 

Got so much in the stash spot, I could fill up a bus 

Got gorillas with us, got chinchillas with us 

No pretenders with us, got the winners with us, yeah 

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Another day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it 

I say 'notha day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it 

Can't forget how I fucking had the door swinging 

Can't forget how I fucking had the door swinging 

Another day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it 

I say 'notha day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it 

Can't forget how I fucking had the door swinging 

Can't forget how I fucking had the door swinging 

Somebody watching the front door 

Yeah I went to college and sold dope 

Sold narcotics, a boat load 

And all us felons and can't vote 

Yeah I'm from the cut, I'm cutthroat 

All up in the crowd, Frank Lucas fur coat 

Yeah, sipping muddy like a mothafuckin' Merlot 

Under the influence, I stayed on the first floor, first floor 

Wait, first 48, hard to see my face, diamonds in the way 

This is MMA, I just beat the case 

In and out the nail salon, she got her nails polished 

Turn up in tennis shoes, turn up in red bottoms 

Turn up in red bottoms, turn up, turn up in red bottoms 

She turn up in red bottoms, yeah what? 

A nigga a hustler, now the feds got him 

You bring the rubber bands, I bring the money counter 

Another day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it 

I say 'notha day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it 

Can't forget how I fucking had the door swinging 

Can't forget how I fucking had the door swinging 

Another day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it 

I say 'notha day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it 

Can't forget how I fucking had the door swinging 

Can't forget how I fucking had the door swinging