Rick Ross, 2 Chainz, The Game - Ali Bomaye lyrics

Get my people out them chains nigga
I mean handcuffs, time to man up
Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin' bruh
Cause I'm a black man, in a Phantom
Or is it cause my windows tinted?
Car cost 300 thou' and I blow Indo in it
You mad cause your daughter fuck
With me on spring break
Well, I'mma fuck her 'til the springs break

Yeah, roll another one cause I'm winning
In my four door looking real photogenic
Gentleman attire
In threads that won't expire
I'm in a class of my own
My teacher got fired
Money getting long, pussy rate keep rising
Versace outfit cost me 3, 000
From the P houses, did it from the wee hours
Selling that chicken no lemon pepper
No sweet and sour
First you get the power, then you get respect
I'm getting so much money I can buy ya bitch
Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it
I like clubs where all
The women working naked
Fell in love with a waitress
What the fuck I'm thinking
Bought that ho a ring it was for her pinky
Uhn, that's pimpin' that's slick
Got a bottle of cologne that
Cost more than your rent

Fuck y'all mad at me for
Got a black card, and a black phantom
With a white bitch in Idaho
I do the same thing in
(Montana)
Got a thick bitch in Atlanta
Got a redbone in the Chi
Got two chains, they two-tone
Two hundred racks
No lie
(true)
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
I'm bout to rumble in the
Jungle in these new Kanye's
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
My lawyer threw them gloves on
And beat another case

Fuck y'all mad at me for
Cause my belt got two G's on it
Her bag got two C's on it
My daughter's stroller got D's on it
Free Big Meech, Free Boosie and C-Murder
Like New Orleans, like Baltimore
Come to Compton you'll see murders
And my AR see murders
That's beef nigga no burgers
I'm insane and you Usain
Nigga better turn on them burners
Got coke swimming in that glass jar
Bitch go turn on them burners
Got dope to sell in this
Hotel, no half price
No retail
You a bitch nigga, no female, I smack niggas
Sprewell
I'm on the block like D 12, I got the white
No D-12
Like a little nigga in Africa
I was born toting that K
And that's real shit, no Will Smith
And no Nona Gaye
But they yellin'

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Thank God that a nigga seen another day
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Got a chopper and a bottle
Fuck it let 'em spray

I take my case to trial, hire the Dream Team
Robbie Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran
I seen things
I dream big, I think sharp
Inhale smoke, Hawaiian tree bark
Humble yourself, you not a G
Keep it one with yourself
Run to niggas for help
Favors I keep one on the shelf
I got rifles with lasers
Swing it just like the majors
Hit you right above navel
Now you swimming in pavement
Gold medals on my neck
I call it Michael Phelps
Hoes settling for less
I call 'em bottom shelf
Niggas tough on them blogs and
Never did nothing at all
On the road to the riches
Bitches not tagging along

Unless it's ass in a thong
Hit that ass and I'm gone
Disrespect my nigga Boss and
I'm flashing the chrome
I'm waving the Tec, Tity spraying the Mac
Extendos in the back, gonna lap
Got a bitch that look like Laila
Ali sitting in my lap
Got a call from Skateboard
Pick 'em up at Lax
Speaking skateboards, where Tune at?
Fuck with him
I'll break a skateboard on a nigga back
2 Chainz!

Skateboard on a nigga track
No lie, No Lie already got a plaque
Mama got a house, daughter got accounts
Just to think a nigga like
Me started with a ounce
Bad bitches and D-boys, we bring 'em out
If them niggas pussy, we douche 'em
We clean 'em out
This the voice of ghetto intelligence
If you got work, go to work
Don't work at your residence

...For presidents
Word to Muhammad
That triple beam is heaven-sent
Riding through the jungles in
That muthafuckin' elephant
That's a gray ghost, with the ears on it
Swimming through the hood like it
Got fins on it
(Tell 'em)
You know I got that work on the foreman grill
Weigh the muthafuckas in, made another mill'
Got a nigga feeling like Cassius Clay
Thrilla in Manilla
Nigga want it whip his ass today