Young Dolph, Gucci Mane, 2 Chainz - Both Eyes Closed lyrics

Hah huh?
Huh? (We got London on da Track)
Drop-top wop
(If Young Metro don't trust you
I'm gon' shoot you)

Cartier frames, call me four eyes
Still can cook a deuce up
With both eyes closed (Skrrt)
A lot of people still got a
Lot of shit to say
About the clothes and the pics I post (Huh?)
But it's a beautiful day outside today
(yeah)
Don't know what car I'ma drive today
Promoter just brought me two hundred grand
And I'ma count it by hand, all hundreds
With both eyes closed

I've got a chick so fine
Make a blind man see her (Woo)


She runnin' through my mind
That's a fine idea (yeah)
And I ain't Blake Griffin
I don't drive no Kia (Huh?)
If it ain't ten mil', I can't sign no deal
(No) i'm all about a check, fresh Nikes
Let's do it (Checks)
And I spy a bitch that
Wanna straight get to it (I spy)
Trap tutorial, ridin' down Memorial (Yoom)
From the bando to the Waldorf Astoria (Woah)
If you don't like to see niggas shine
Then close your eyes then (Huh)
We on a private island, vibin' to violins
Autobiography, Gucci Mane the author
And I'm the trap sponsor
Gucci Mane's the father (yeah)
An eight-figure nigga just
Walked into Walter's (What?)
If you ain't gettin' money
Then move out of Georgia (Go)
Hundred tapes and goin'
Go check my discography (Woah)
The freshest nigga livin'
Go check your photography (It's Gucci)

Cartier frames, call me four eyes
Still can cook a deuce up
With both eyes closed (Skrrt)
A lot of people still got a
Lot of shit to say
About the clothes and the pics I post (Huh?)
But it's a beautiful day outside today
(yeah)
Don't know what car I'ma drive today
Promoter just brought me two hundred grand
And I'ma count it by hand, all hundreds
With both eyes closed

I just drove the Tesla with both eyes closed
(True)
Made a hundred thousand on the one-eyed stove
(That's right)
Two-tone Wraith and a two-tone PP
Walked out of Gucci with the two-tone GG
(Tell 'em)
Bulletproof Rhino, coke color albino
Yeah, my sauce A1, no Fogo de Chão
Makin' money in piles
Sellin' people the pyro
Click the link in the bio
I'm the illest that I know
I'm the illest to rivals
All my cars got a title
Had to rock just like Tidal
Sell a preacher the Bible
I'm a hustler for real
Sell a hospital vitals
Sell my cousin some Adderall 'cause
He takin' his finals
Tity Boi your highness
Make it through any crisis
All I do is look straight
All the bullshit behind us
Got the 'Ye on the bracelet
Got the 'Ye on the frame
Got the 'Ye on the watch
Wore the 'Ye to the game

Cartier frames, call me four eyes
Still can cook a deuce up
With both eyes closed (Skrrt, wow)
A lot of people still got a
Lot of shit to say
About the clothes and the pics I post
(Huh? True)
But it's a beautiful day outside today
(yeah)
Don't know what car I'ma drive today
Promoter just brought me two hundred grand
(Hah)
And I'ma count it by hand, all hundreds
With both eyes closed (Hold up)

Don't mean to brag and boast
But I be fresher than most (Ayy)
Ran through my first million playin'
On the West Coast (Trap)
Keep some pretty girls 'round me
Everywhere that I go
We made it out the streets, pop a bottle
Let's make a toast
I run circles 'round square
Niggas with a blindfold
She said, "Let's make love"
Want me to fuck with my eyes closed (What?)
But lil' mama so fine
When she took her clothes off
I went straight in it, both eyes closed
(You crazy, bruh)
Hah, wait a minute, I'm fresh as fuck
Let me strike a pose (It's Dolph)
Hands down, iced up, white and rose gold
(yeah) she walkin' 'round my penthouse
In my Versace robe (Hah)
Since a juvenile, I stuck to the G code
(Uh, huh) servin' out the kitchen
But I never touched the stove (Nah)
I told my bitch, "You mines now
You ain't gotta work"
Just keep it real and let's
Go spend the mils

Cartier frames, call me four eyes
Still can cook a deuce up
With both eyes closed (Skrrt)
A lot of people still got a
Lot of shit to say
About the clothes and the pics I post
(Huh? Fuck 'em)
But it's a beautiful day outside today
(yeah)
Don't know what car I'ma drive today
Promoter just brought me two hundred grand
And I'ma count it by hand, all hundreds
With both eyes closed