2 Chainz 10 Bracelets (feat. Nba Youngboy)
[Intro: 2 Chainz]
(Buddah Bless this beat)
Yeah
[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
More whips than Kunta Kinte
Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape
The block was caliente
Put the boxing gloves on, showed you how to beat cases
If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it
Arm full of ten bracelets
I got my arm filled with ten bracelets
I got an arm full of ten bracelets
Arm filled with ten bracelets
I got an arm full of ten bracelets
I got my arm filled with ten bracelets
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Hold up, hold up, shе basic
Money stuffed in briefcasеs
Buddah beat, I cremate it
I did the hook, I remade it
Mike Amiri jeans ain't it
Pussy make me fiend lately
I just a bought a team, nigga
Rest in peace to bean, nigga
Niggas ain't sipping no drank, you sipping Listerine, nigga
Pocket side 380, but it still came with a beam, nigga
Straight from ATL, world call me 2 (2)
I'm my own restaurant, I don't even buy food
I'm my own weed, I don't even buy gas
Got my own bitch, I don't even buy ass
Got the pint on me and I got a deadly stab
Got my shooter Neosporin, his index finger got a rash
[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
More whips than Kunta Kinte
Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape
The block was caliente
Put the boxing gloves on, showed you how to beat cases
If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it
Arm full of ten bracelets
I got my arm filled with ten bracelets
I got an arm full of ten bracelets
Arm filled with ten bracelets
I got an arm full of ten bracelets
I got my arm filled with ten bracelets
[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Switched the plans, ship sinking
Dead friends, Ben Franklin
Foreign engine for a young nigga, man, that shit dangerous
Doing the dash while I'm switching lanes, money what I'm thinking
Got different fantasies for sixty thousand just for one painting
Money tall now, it won't fold up
It was small now it done grown up
I don't like the conversations, f..ck relations, hang the phone up
In the cell mad at the ones I love, I ain't never picked the phone up
Patek plain, I fly to Shyne and switch the tone up
And this is the life when it's good, don't reimburse me
I be giving everything back that you gave, that left me hurting
And I know it ain't right
Everything certain, just like everything surface
Jump in that Maybach, close the curtains
[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
More whips than Kunta Kinte
Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape
The block was caliente
Put the boxing gloves on, showed you how to beat cases
If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it
Arm full of ten bracelets
I got my arm filled with ten bracelets
I got an arm full of ten bracelets
Arm filled with ten bracelets
I got an arm full of ten bracelets
I got my arm filled with ten bracelets
