2 Chainz - R.I.P. lyrics

Ya, what's up? That's what I'm sayign though We gotta hurry up so we can go to the club n***a, (2 Chainz) RIP We just k**ed the club Drink patron out the bottle almost k**ed a thug When I'm so high, I can't feel the d** Too many haters in here, I don't feel the love [Hook:] RIP, RIP, RIP (yeah) RIP (What) RIP, We just k**ed the club Drink patron to the head, almost k**ed a thug (Let's goo) [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] I'm in a brand new dropped top rari with three b**hes Tired of being in middle trial with three snitches And I hit up every club in your city where n***as at? I be in every club in the hood, where n***as at? Pulled up, jumped out stuntin like I was Baby On my c**aine cowboy sh**, like in the 80's Who da n***a think he is? Slick Rick or Danny Dane Think he Rakim or something, look at his chain YSL from head to toe, I'm Dougie Fresh Lookin like I came to play Mitchell and Ness Any n***a with a watch like that he need attention Your man don't ball out like that, you need to bench him [Hook: x2] RIP, RIP, RIP (yeah) RIP (What) RIP, We just k**ed the club Drink patron to the head, almost k**ed a thug (Let's goo) [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] I'm gone, don't know where I'm going Pockets on extra big, they on Samoan Got some bad b**hes off in my section, just let some more in And every n***a that came here with me, kick your door in Roll up, pa** it around like we Jamaican Whole pounds strapped up in this b**h like we so Haitian She got good head, good brains, good education I'm drunker than a mother f**er heres the situation 1: 45 AM the knob broken, by the time a n***a get to the crib the mall open Man the nerve of this high a** b**h, she on the molly She said she want me to call her Ms. Berry, she think she Halle [Hook: x2] RIP, RIP, RIP (yeah) RIP (What) RIP, We just k**ed the club Drink patron to the head, almost k**ed a thug (Let's goo) [Verse 3: 2 Chainz] (2 Chainz) Got a pocket full of dead bread Attached to your girl like a jpeg Party scene turn to a murder scene Keep sh**tin on n***as, need potty train Turn up, colligreen I'm on gasoline and I'm on that promethazine Life ain't nuthin but a G thang, switch lane, get brain Hand down her g-string I'm the type n***a that's built to last You f** with me, I put my foot in your a** I got a million in stash, I stack my money so tall That you might need a giraffe, when you was counting this cash, n***a [Hook: x2] RIP, RIP, RIP (yeah) RIP (What) RIP, We just k**ed the club Drink patron to the head, almost k**ed a thug (Let's go)