Big Sean, 2 Chainz - I Keep It G lyrics

My life is nothin' but a G thing
Pick up 100 G's, take off a G-string
Clique full of Gs and some bad-ass bitches
Oh, your ear to the streets? Okay, well
Holla if you hear us
I keep it G, I keep it G
I keep it G, I keep it G

My life is nothin' but a G thing
Pick up 100 G's, take off a G-string
Oh, Jesus, they love me to pieces
Got up in the game cause I
Was tired of the bleachers
Get rich, repeat it, taste it, I'm delish
Lookin' so good she put me on
Her fuck for free list
I turn her on 'fore I go in
I swear that pussy keyless
I might let her ride the mic and
Let her friend come get the remix
Rollin' rich nigga weed
With a rich nigga bitch
Ridin' 'round the city, in a rich nigga whip
Yea a nigga paid a grip
For all this rich nigga shit
And all these bad hoes
They want a rich nigga's dick
O God, this life is such a blessin'
See I smoke 'til I can't smoke no
More and drink is no exception
Man these crazy niggas crazy
Nigga when you gon' learn yo lesson
They won't talk shit about you plaques
But they gon' talk when you arrested

My life is nothin' but a G thing
Pick up 100 G's, take off a G-string
Clique full of Gs and some bad-ass bitches
Oh, your ear to the streets? Okay, well
Holla if you hear us
I keep it G, I keep it G
I keep it G, I keep it G

10 Ben Franklins, nigga, that's a G homie
Flash the pinky ring, baby you can ski on it
Put it in your uterus, U-Haul
I move the shit baby I'm a shark and these
Rappers taste like tuna fish
Look at this, movie with no movie script
I diarrhea: do this shit
Just bought an old-school so
That's my newest whip
Cartiers on, I can see all through the shit
I spell southside with an F
That stand for foolishness
Fuck that shit, fuck with us
We'll have you in some luxury
I need a stash pot for a couple keys
When I'm in the Gucci store
I spend some G's to wear some G's
If you is a sucker
I'm a charge you ass a sucker fee
Luckily, smoking on that vote for me
Presidential evidence
Truck so big, I can't park it at my residence
Wallet so big
I can't put it in my back pocket
Soon as her ass dropping, the cash dropping

My life is nothin' but a G thing
Pick up 100 G's, take off a G-string
Clique full of Gs and some bad-ass bitches
Oh, your ear to the streets? Okay, well
Holla if you hear us
I keep it G, I keep it G
I keep it G, I keep it G

I deserve congrats (Why?)
I just turned my old car into a new
My basement into a presidential view
One into two, a milli into a few
Niggas want to see me fall, ah shit
I'll fall off and turn into you
Fuck around, turn this peace sign to a piece
Tool Time: now you little mothafuckas screwed
I feel like slappin' a ho
Keep a bad bitch at the passenger door
Never ever break these broads off a lil
Once you give 'em something they
Be askin' for more
If I run out then I'm snatchin' up yours
Man I remain a quadruple-triple
OG, triple OG, triple OG
And that's not a maybe either, nigga
That's fa-sho