[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Shoe boxes full of money, I'm trappin out my closet
Glock on the table, Tech 9 on the carpet
Pants sagging, thuggin is the topic
I had to show them broads [?] monkey on my pocket
[?] on the shoe, doing 80 in the cockpit
Anything to make a profit
And I'm a profit, I'm on the corner preaching put that dope in that diaper bag in the baby's seat bascket
It's yellow ice like it's lemon in my drink
And my ring look like I peed on my pinky
And me, been flipping O's fore it was a flip phone
I'm rich, I got a couple thousand worth of inc on me
Now you should see me when my mink on me
My two charms and two links on me
You would think I work for Brinks, homie
I got money to the ceiling, I ain't copping bricks no more
I'm only copping buildings

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
You wanna shop with my crew? You ain't got enough
You wanna cop you a few? You ain't got enough
You wanna know what's the price? You ain't got enough
You wanna shoot a lil dice? You ain't got enough
You got n***as in the slums, you ain't got enough
You say you got a lotta guns, you ain't got enough
You got the game on lock, you ain't got enough
You moving weight on your block, you ain't got enough
[Verse 2: I-20]
OK, reload, restart, re-up, rerock
Took it to the big screen, shoe deals, Reebok
N***a I done done it all, snuck in with a gun and all
20 always stand tall, how you never won at all?
N***as getting record deals, hoping that they move shit
I done made a hundred stacks, just from doing [?]
[?] got a brick in it, [?] got a chip in it
Brand new desert egle, with an extra clip in it
Stay on some Atlanta shit, wonder how the dealer get it
K's with bannanna clips, so I get gorilla with it
20 million worldwide, cirtified rap n***a
Rather be that, than some [?] ass trap n***a
Y'all just ain't got enough, guess you wasn't block enough
Still talking shit, n***a, guess I wasn't shot enough
D.T. periad, pussy n***as fearing it
[?] on your tour buss, my squad [?] it
Yeah

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
You wanna shop with my crew? You ain't got enough
You wanna cop you a few? You ain't got enough
You wanna know what's the price? You ain't got enough
You wanna shoot a lil dice? You ain't got enough
You got n***as in the slums, you ain't got enough
You say you got a lotta guns, you ain't got enough
You got the game on lock, you ain't got enough
You moving weight on your block, you ain't got enough
[Verse 3: Dolla Boy]
Besides all the bullshit, breaks and bad news
We eating on the run, gotta take this fast food
As soon as the cash'll come through, we grab that
We seen the new shoes on you look cool, we had that
We passed that, soon as we cop them, dawg, we crash that
A class act, soon as we cop them, we make the cash back
It's magic, [?] on the track, it gets nasty
I flex on you n***as, like I'm Randy Savage
Holla, [?] no, this is Dolla
Know if you not eating, then it might be Dolla
I'm so caught up in today, I can't see tomorrow
Follow me down [?] feed you with these O's
I can eat off these shows, but I eat [?] bros
The hood needs me there, 18 is the low
The fiends'll let you know, I'm a fiend for the dough
And anything you want, we'll bring it to the door
Duffle bag

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
You wanna shop with my crew? You ain't got enough
You wanna cop you a few? You ain't got enough
You wanna know what's the price? You ain't got enough
You wanna shoot a lil dice? You ain't got enough
You got n***as in the slums, you ain't got enough
You say you got a lotta guns, you ain't got enough
You got the game on lock, you ain't got enough
You moving weight on your block, you ain't got enough