2 Chainz, Lil Wayne - Bars lyrics

Yeah, yeah, gotta be comin' hard
On them Havoc beats, you feel me?

My basic outlook
The out crook the man on the side
'Fore we hit the driveway
Got my hand on her thighs touchin' the sky
I could skateboard in the cloud
Put 'em on some much loud
That they won't make sound
This that body walk nonchalant
Don't make sense
Like a nigga with dreads tryna
Own his own barber shop
Heart not hard to stop
Take a new whip then karate chop
Turn the fuckin' top to a halter top
Concrete jungle, I'll fuck Jane though
Industry, a bunch of niggas swing
On the same rope
Sit in the same room, fuck on the same ho
We on different planes if we
Is in the same boat
Captivate 'em and creative
Potato head, turn 'em into mashed potatoes
My town is greater, downtown Decatur
Went to Pin Ups to pound, pound a waitress
Niggas might as well smoke a pound of hatred
Take a shot of jealousy and use
A clown to chase it
Heard some niggas try to say
That my style is basic
Told 'em sit back with they style adjacent
Ran up in they crib like my stylist Jason
Mask on, black card, minds is racist
Met a girl named Victory, I can taste it
I got a bigger crib 'cause I replaced it

Uh, got a disease called bars bars, yeah
Got a disease called bars bars, ah
I give it to ya i, I give it to ya
I give it to ya i, I give it to ya

Uh, bastard flow, I had to though
I'm natural and practical
Infatuated with the dope
Fanatical, banana clip, you're apple though
I got more tools than Apple Store
You're screwed up and now them goons is
At your door with ransom notes
And we gon' need some answers though
Answer more your modern family can suddenly
Become a canceled show
That's standard though
I have your cousin be the
One to cut your throat, my standards low
I'm from New Orleans
You either be man or hoe and now they know
You mash and go and cash it slow
Whatever go and that you know
Got more techs than Apple Store
I have more sex than Scorpios
And I don't text or call them hoes
Restaurant 'em all them hoes
I slept with foreign hoes that only heard
Tha Carter IV it's all for sure
It's all a hoax, Rebeccas to Rosarios
I'm sorry for the hoes that
Get portrayed as sorry hoes
I'm sorry, hoes, but
That's just how the story goes
Who are these hoes? Who bought these hoes?
I thought these hoes was for
Us all, my dog proposed, lord
His cards exposed, his heart
Explode, his broads opposed, lord
His market's closed, he parched, he's
Cold, she sparked the stove, lord
She washed the clothes, she fold the
Clothes, she on her toes, lord
He lost control, forgot the bitch
Was on the pole, lord and oh, Lord
I bought some bitches from the road home
Told her, "Watch over them bitches like
A fuckin' drone"
And hold on, I'm so gone, I'm in my more zone
Cough syrup 'til my cold gone, Tunechi, bitch

Uh, got a disease called bars bars, yeah
Got a disease called bars bars, ah
I give it to ya i, I give it to ya
I give it to ya i, I give it to ya

I give it to ya, I give it to ya
I give it to ya, I give it to ya
I give it to ya, I give it to ya
I give it to ya, I give it to ya
(I give it to ya)
I give it to ya, I give it to ya
I give it to ya, I give it to ya
I give it to ya, I give it to ya
I give it to ya