[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Let's play big bank, take little bank
You are looking at a shark in a fish tank
When I'm in the kitchen, I make plenty cash
Tell shawty come here, she got plenty ass
[Hook: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, I love them strippers
Yeah, I love them strippers
Yeah, I love them strippers
Yeah, I love them strippers
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
So when I back back, I'm fronting on you niggas
Yeah, I love them strippers
Yeah, I love them strippers
Yeah, I love them strippers
Yeah, I love them strippers
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
So when I back back, I'm fronting on you niggas
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
First I back back, Louie backpack
Where's Paris Hilton? Where's Kat stacks?
I'm round four with this ammunition, my camo come from Tru Religion
Them broke hoes can't pay attention, your cutie missing, New Edition
Mr. Telephone man, there's something wrong with my line
When I call my baby's number, I get a click every time
Every line is dope, you can snort it
Working in the pot, I can make you do aerobics
I'm haterphobic, they mad cause I'm winning
They busy high and catching, mad cause I'm pinching!
All my bitches different, all my diamonds glistening!
My weed so loud, everybody listen!
They say it's for the birds, so I bought a kilo!
My Boost Mobile chirping, it must be my amigo!
[Hook: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, I love them strippers
Yeah, I love them strippers
Yeah, I love them strippers
Yeah, I love them strippers
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
So when I back back, I'm fronting on you niggas
Yeah, I love them strippers
Yeah, I love them strippers
Yeah, I love them strippers
Yeah, I love them strippers
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
So when I back back, I'm fronting on you niggas
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
2 Chainz, you fucking crazy, motherfuckers know I'm fucking crazy
Fuck wrong with these bitches lately?
Bitches better get on they knees and praise me
Bitch I rep that rich gang, Where's Stunna? Where's Wayne?
That's red on my wristband, SB, Mack Maine
Tell Tyga, lookin' for this bitch called Blac Chyna
Take a nigga bitch in a hot flash, menopause hot flash
Yes that's why I'm crowned queen, and I ain't lookin' for the prom king
These hoes' careers ain't promising, killing these bitches crime scene
Oooh that's how a bitch do it
Fifty black trucks gonna follow when I pull up
Dick shit hit you in the chin like a pull up
My door so cocky, my door so stuck up
Oooh hop up out the space car
Bitches stay pressed, I call them a space bar
Man I wish a bitch would, hundred-thousand dollar engine, I wish a bitch could
[Hook: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, I love them strippers
Yeah, I love them strippers
Yeah, I love them strippers
Yeah, I love them strippers
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
So when I back back, I'm fronting on you niggas
Yeah, I love them strippers
Yeah, I love them strippers
Yeah, I love them strippers
Yeah, I love them strippers
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
So when I back back, I'm fronting on you niggas
[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
Wait I don't even think these niggas understood what the fuck I just said
I said, hundred-thousand dollar engine
I wish a bitch could, like the little engine that could
2 Chainz!
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Mr. Telephone Man, there's something wrong with my line/When I call my baby's number, I get a click every time
Help! 2 Chainz is in need of a stripper, and fast! Among the requirements, it sounds like she needs to have a Louis Vuitton backpack, a huge ass and a resemblance to Chyna is preferred. The good news is this beat will be easy to dance to. The bad news is that this stripper doesn’t exist.
When I'm in the kitchen, I make plenty cash/Tell shawty come here, she got plenty ass
Has Tauheed Epps succeeded in writing an ode to someone other than himself? No. Don’t let that title mislead you. Beyond the booty inspired beat, this song is sheer and utter narcissism, only briefly dissected by a nonsensical Nicki Minaj, whose fee would likely make your eyes water as much as her rap.
I'm hater phobic, they mad 'cause I'm winning
Ah, to the ladies of the veritable silver pole. To further honor the craft, enter some batshit crazy squawk from Niki Minaj, a threatening piano twinkle, and of course, a booty-dropping digi drum pop.
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