Good Drank 2.0 Lyrics - 2 Chainz

Used to treat my mattress like the ATM, yeah 

Bond number 9 that's my favorite scent, yeah 

Can't forget that kush, I'm talking OG, yeah 

Rest in peace to pop, he was an OG, alright now 

285 I had that pack on me, uh 

I cannot forget I had that strap on me, yeah 

Rest in peace to my partner Doe 

All we ever want to do was ball 

That was the easy part, we playing that Weezy hard 

We sit in the kitchen late, we tryna to make an escape 

Tryna make me a mil, so I'ma keep me a plate 

I told 'em shawty can leave, so I'ma keep me a rake 

So I'ma keep me a Wraith, my jewelry look like a lake 

Today I'm in a Maybach 

And that car came with some drapes 

You know I look like a safe, I put you back in your place 

You know I look in your face, sing to your bitch like I'm Drake 

2 Chainz! 

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Good drank, big knots 

Good stuff, I put a four on the rocks (lean!) 

Drop top, no hot box 

12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops 

She said the love give her thizz face 

Put that thing in her rib cage 

Whips out, Kunta Kinte 

Diamonds clear like Bombay 

Take your babies, no Harambe 

Play with keys like Doc Dre 

3K like André 

And your girl, tell her come here 

Photos 

It's Gucci! 

Your trunk in the front 

Well check this out my top in the trunk 

You play with my money 

Then check this out you're poppin' the trunk 

Three mil in a month 

But I just did three years on a bunk 

Oh, you in a slump 

I'm headed to Oakland like Kevin Da Runt 

What is your point? 

Square with the stamp, fuck Kevin Durant 

Lay on my trap 

Play with my cap and I'll knock off your hat 

I'm taking the cheese and killing the rats 

Gucci Mane, call me the cat with the racks 

I'm swervin', but I'm in back of the 'Bach 

Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq 

I'm servin', I pay a bird for that 

He nervous, I ain't got no word for that 

He hurt and want all of his purses back 

He mixing the syrup with the Percocets 

She perfect and she got perky breasts 

I just want some of that turkey neck 

Trapper of the year, I'm from Bouldercrest 

You snitch of the year cause you told the best 

Good drank, big knots 

Good stuff, I put a four on the rocks (lean!) 

Drop top, no hot box 

12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops 

She said that molly give her thizz face 

Put the thing in her rib cage 

Whips out, Kunta Kinte 

Diamonds clear like Bombay 

Take your babies, no Harambe 

Play with keys like Doc Dre 

3K like André 

And your girl, tell her come home 

Favorite rapper, that's 3K 

Yeah sir that's my DJ 

Mike Dean on the piano 

Put the work on the E-way 

Guwop right next to me 

So you know Bouldercrest with me 

Man it's hard for you to mess with me 

So you're looking at the best really 

Diamonds dancing like Bentley 

Might leave in a Bentley 

Kinda hard to get with me 

Cant believe it like Ripley 

Pretty girls like trap music 

Man I used to want a condo 

Started off in the basement 

Ended up on the top floor 

Yeah, you listening to the top flow 

Now you looking at the top tier 

From grams to the Grammys 

Told y'all it was our year 

Told y'all it was my year 

Told y'all it was my year 

Told y'all it was my year 

Man you looking at the evidence 

Yeah God, that's my president 

Hell nah, I don't hesitate 

I ain't met a girl can curve me 

Let a motherfucker set it straight, for real