Use Me - Gucci Mane, 2 Chainz

Who me?

Ain’t' shit…

Sittin' court-side at All-Star

And this?

Givenchy

My shirt covered in all stars

And y’all wasn’t wearing gold watches

‘Til you seen us wearing gold watches

And you may have a hit bitch

But this one out the ball park

And oh!

lawnmower, just for the snake boys

Shoot your ass into pieces, man

And deliver it to your front door

Oh!

Encore, they want more, they’re fans now

Got your girl ass clapping, hands down

Don’t approach me with your hands out

Sittin' down I still stand out

Tall nigga with jewelry on

Like Christmas lights on a damn house

It’s me, and I’m cool with it

You don’t know what to do with yourself

When I do it, I’m doing it fresh

Born to do it, so I do it to death

Calm in the steps, walking my dawgs

We don’t get along, I’m tellin' ‘em fetch

Hit ‘em like «PA!»

Hit ‘em like «PA!»

Shoot up the spot and I’m leavin' like «Ah!»

Okay, you know I started from scratch

I got to the strip club just to relax

I get a flat tire, I buy a new car

You know what time it is, check the Rolex

If you keep whining, baby, you gon' lose me

Better choose me, baby, come choose me

So fine that I let the girl use me

But I don’t ever get used up, usually (turn up, turn up)

Baby use, me — baby, use me

Baby use, me — baby, you can use me

Baby use, me — you can use me

But I don’t ever get used up, usually

…makin' no noise

That nigga ain’t makin' no noise (nah, nah)

…makin' no noise

No niggas ain’t makin' no noise (shut up)

…makin' no noise

Them niggas ain’t makin' no noise (nah, nah)

…makin' no noise

That nigga ain’t makin' no noise (shut up)

If you’re an ugly ho, I can’t leave with ya

If you’re a broke nigga, can’t smoke weed with ya

If you ain’t a boss then I can’t sip lean with ya

I’m not a rapper, bitch, I’m a mob figure

4−58, it’s a centrepiece

These ho niggas ain’t seen half a million

Got a pimp cup, I’m in the strip club

And the difference is these hoes ask for me

LaFlare, nigga, I’m rare, nigga

Caveman Shit Drag Her By Her Hair Nigga

You a bear nigga?

Well I’m a bear killer

You a fuck nigga, I don’t fuck with ya

2 Chainz, nigga, my cuh-cuh

All my cousins sell drugs

My brother sent a pack, I fell in love

And told everyone I know I sell bud

All I rock is designer clothes

All I take is designer drugs

So geeked up couldn’t find the club

Woke up on the beach with a bag of bud (damn)

2 Chainz, two times, got major money

More money than a label tryna sign a thug

And ya CEO say he wanna sign with me

‘Cause the artists you’ve got ain’t hot enough…