2 Chainz - On Tour lyrics

[Hook] They turn the lights down, and open the curtains All the fans stand up and they start roaring Go Tity Boi, go go Tity Boi Go Tity Boi, go go Tity Boi [Verse 1] You ain't got no money take your broke a** home I'm on the c**aine zone, four cellphones We make the chicken fight, like Roy Jones The roof know magic, poof, be gone New suit own with the valet with the duffel [?] with a chauffeur and you barely getting over If you see me pumping gas, take a picture, it's a poster Living la vida loca Reloader, clip like a soldier, clique full of soldiers Front line, untie you, put my Pradas on your sofa I'm supposed to pose, all my clothes is vocal Loud a** jacket, stupid belt buckles Brand new pair of boots, I spent two Gs on em And the boots got two Gs on em I crunk your b**h up I had no cheese on me Cause I crumpled my cup up with no keys on me It's big money over here n***a Got the Tommy gun and the Tommy Hilfiger Tell that b**h to come holler at a real n***a When she see a n***a, I got so much swag it's OD a n***a It's dripping all over my motherf**ing pinion n***a But this a process, the thought process I dress like I'm in a motherf**ing contest Deuce Hook