2 Chainz - Phantom lyrics

[Intro: Bangladesh] It's like a black man heaven here My n***a 2 Chainz bringing 2 cups and extendo blunts It's all bay when that n***a baby pull up [Hook] Pull up in the Phantom, chaufer with the doors off Hop out in the city, see a n***a showin up Money in the air, a couple bottles pourin up Fat lady singin at the opera, yea it's over now It's over now, sh** is over now Fat lady singin at the opera, yea it's over now [Verse 1: Bangladesh] Young n***a got stripes, bar code I'll be with your honey, buzzin like the bar closed Choppers taking targets, shootin up marshals Rolls, the pack's money in the backseat, star mode Phantom grills shinin like a new Porsche And pardon me partner, I park it with my eyes closed Front door lookin like a car show in Boston Country then a mug, hold a child, where's my cardinal? Louie belt buckle, watch me rope em like the cattle pry I give your a** a smack before I give your a** a ride I shred it down, I arrive in the nick of time I pull the choppa off the top and make you change your mind You on enemy turf, she got me in a purse 20 grand for the rims, half a mill for the work A couple bands, I make Rosanne sing Rihanna verse Like oh na na, what that n***a worth? All car precious, make that heffer come and sing in person I'm so aggressive, any second I could switch to murkin Like Figaro, tell your ho we ain't come for flirtin I shut that motherf**er down, closed curtains [Hook] [Verse 2: Birdman] Real n***a poppin, money ain't no stopping Filthy bout my richest n***as, stuntin while we shoppin Pull up in my 6-4, old school 4 door Backseat Kaliko, 20 deep the flow show Higher than we did, n***a search lights Bright lights, hit the club every night Keep dodging in the kitchen, cookin every night f**in talkin bout the money, ain't never light Heavy duty, been a G on some cash sh** 100 whips, 20 hoes on one dick Fortune and pain the price to live the life Gunplay, we smash a n***a on sight Blowing big, lit up The money comin, the gun's took My b**h shinin, them bottoms up The bottles poppin, we blowin up My young money n***a live a flashy life 5 star G, b**h I pay the price Yeah, YMCMB Billionaires, let's get it [Hook] [Verse 3: 2 Chainz] I said it's over now, got the rims poking out Smoke before I go to trial Sacks filled, poster child I'm way colder now, on the mic I hachu If I rule the world, benihanas, I have a drivethrough I'm getting to the money times 2 Must I remind you? If that p**y good I'mma try to f**in sign you And I'm from the side, where we trap and we round you And she's wet in my whip, carpool I got a lot of f**in styles in my arsenal Step my money tall, I gotta stand on the bar stool Shorty so smart she in law school And her brain so good like she in jaw school All I talk about is money ‘cause I'm getting to it All I talk about is money ‘cause I speak it fluent Ridin with the windows up and my music loud I am sippin codeine and I'm using loud Duffle bag in my trunk with the lights in it Dip that p**y dry, I'mma pour some f**in Sprite in it [Hook]