2 Chainz - Netflix - Lyrics

 Yeah, uh-huh

 I smoked a blunt for dinner
 another blunt for breakfast
 2 Chainz, got 'em staring at my necklace
 Let's make a sex tape and put it on Netflix
 Let's make a sex tape and put it on Netflix
 She got it, I want it, I want it, she got it
 I'm dodging paparazzi
 My outfit from Versace
 Copy, copy, all these niggas just copy (copy)
 I just bought me a new watch
 And these new niggas just watchin' (tell em)

 I know you had the time of your life
 I know you had the time of your life
 You know I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty
 I'll be countin' this shit all night

 I know you had the time of your life
 I know you had the time of your life
 See yeah I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty
 I'll be countin' this shit all night

 When I die, bury me inside the liquor store
 'Cause when I die, Fergie still gon' be gettin' dough (ohh)
 You do what you can, I do what you can't
 You smoke that Bobby B-B-Brown, we on that Shabba Ranks
 I got it, you want it, you want it, I got it
 My girls go shopping, that ain't a mall, that's my closet
 So copy (copy), copy, all these bitches just copy
 Honor student wit' double Ds
 That ain't the bra, that's my ta-tas

 I know you had the time of your life
 I know you had the time of your life
 You know I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty
 I'll be countin' this shit all night

 I know you had the time of your life
 I know you had the time of your life
 See yeah I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty
 I'll be countin' this shit all night

 Yeah
 Yeah
 I'm gettin' to the monies, with an apostrophe
 Fucked her on a pile of clothes now she a closet freak
 Yeah I bear arms, I got something up my sleeve (BOW)
 And when she wit' me, she don't wanna leave
 She just wanna freak (she do), she don't wanna sleep
 Put it in her mouth (mouth) now she don't wanna speak (Tru)
 Yeah I'm at the club, I got strippers at my table
 I call doin' the 69 a favor for a favor
 From the cradle to the grave (uh)
 Shoot a nigga from his ankle to his waist
 You can tell that I'm paid
 'Cause I'm high-class
 Fucked a bitch in her eyelashes
 we in a jet, who gon' fly past us?
 Tint all on my eyeglasses, I don't see ya hater (yeah)
 And I don't get dropped, bitch I drop the label
 Goddamn!