[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
What goes around comes around like a hula hoop
Hair weave killa I'll show up to your funeral
All this work I need a cubicle. Clear coat cuticle
Different color diamonds like a rubrics cube
If this was New Edition, I'll be Bobby Brown
Put the check over your head and call it Nike Town
How could I be down? Free Boosie, wipe me down
My credit card is black and proud
I've been trapping since roxies had the ankles out
I'm going to the money and I took the paper route
Uh Yeh, I'm hood approved and I'm street tested
You a nobody; anorexic
If you stay next to me you're close to a blessing
So, I'm guessin' I could get arrested for aggravated flexin'
With all this ice on. My mic on, I apply pressure like a python
And everybody know this that body flow; bench press, cardio
They try to cramp a n***a style like a Charlie horse
Yeh, they plot on you, and they drop on ya
I put a Glock to your eye and call it glaucoma Bow!
From 30 nights of sipping dirty Sprite
I call this shit Bluetooth because I don't need a mic
2Chainz