Wale, 2 Chainz - Globetrotter lyrics

Standing on the couches
Her man is out of towning
Have some adultery, baby
Don't you go be so childish
Not into diamonds I'm shining just
To get geechied out
When it get too cute I say "cool
" I just let Miss Reesy know
Magic City, a stack for the fattest asses
My Black Bentley is rented
Right now I'm stackin
This is my passion, I'm out Atlanta
Smashing some action and it's not just talk
When I get to the box
I'm as dashing like Cassius
For the nights I was suffering
Bought a condo in Buckhead
Like a condom that's scuffed up
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Love it, they need it
The illest young'un to speak it
It's really something about me that
Make hot emcees go anemic

2 chains, I got 2 bitches
Watch me put it all together
Just like 2 Swishers
Got your baby mama sending nude pictures
If you don't like it
Hope you got your tool wit' ya
I'm an eskimo, nigga, I got cold bars
And my bank account look just
Like a phone card had to move that bitch so
Far she need a postcard
Then I switched the grill on the Chevy
Got a nose job
Wet lips on the rims: I call em "blow job"
If they ain't getting money tell em "go rob"
Yea I'm ballin' hard like a globetrotter
Now I got em on they
Toes cause my flow hotter

I'm balling bitch: globetrotter
If that pussy good
I tell that bitch "Let's go shopping"
These shoes right here ain't
Come from Foot Locker
I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

I'm ballin bitch, you stallin bitch
3 cell phones and still I won't call a bitch
I like mine with no pork in it
Want a meal with no fork in it
Outfit, I ordered it and I'm the
Shit? Where your toilet at?
I hope you recorded that, Too short
I'm born to mack
Too dope, two cups, this codeine not cognac
Come close, catch a contact
I got a loud pack in my cargo pocket
Got your girl in my condo poppin and
Ain't no way you're gonna stop it
Hard top, I'm gonna drop it
When I drop the top, she drops her ass
I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags
In a muscle car and I'm
Smoking on a muscle bag
And I come through your window
Just like I'm Bruh Man

Paper chasin', paper chasin'
MMG I'm paper chasin
Take you where you can't see black
By K-Ci forever my lady dMV, we on bitch
Recently they been on me
People speak and I be appalled like I'm
3 a guard from New Orleans
Hold up, couple rollers
Got a Nouveau and some Moet
And I bet that you gon love me
I respect that you don't know yet
That Moschino shit is so back
When I'm seen in that, they gon snatch
We don't care if niggas locked out
We gonna ball all year, nigga know that
Yea one for where my Lil nigga Mo at
Southwest where a little nigga zone at
MLK where my nigga G at
Now I’m liable to be where da weed at
Like they not gon' stare
Day and night are my 'posites rare
Bunch of whores, lightning 4's
See my Jordans spark, you ain't got no Airs

I'm balling bitch: globetrotter
If that pussy good
I tell that bitch "Let's go shopping"
These shoes right here ain't
Come from Foot Locker
I give a girl what she want - but no dollars