AliBomaye(feat.2ChainzRickRoss)

Ali Bomaye (feat. 2 Chainz & Rick Ross) (Explicit) - The Game/2 Chainz/Rick Ross

Lyrics by：Byron Forest/Jayceon Taylor/Maurice Jordan/Stanley Benton/William Roberts/Tauheed Epps/Florence Welch/Paul Epworth

Composed by：Byron Forest/Jayceon Taylor/Maurice Jordan/Stanley Benton/William Roberts/Tauheed

Get my people out them chains n***a

I mean handcuffs time to man up

Put my hands up

F**k you sayin' bruh

'Cause I'm a black man in a Phantom Phantom

Or is it 'cause my windows tinted

Car cost three hundred thou' and I blow Indo in it

You mad 'cause

Your daughter f**k with me on spring break

Well I'ma f**k her till the springs break

Roll another one 'cause I'm winnin'

In my four door lookin' real photogenic

Gentleman attire in threads that won't expire

I'm in a class of my own my teacher got fired

Money gettin' long p***y rate keep risin'

Versace outfit cost me three thousand

From the P houses did it from the wee hours

Sellin' that chicken no lemon

Pepper no sweet and sour

First you get the power then you get respect

I'm gettin' so much money I can buy your b***h

Take it how you wanna if you wanna take it

I like clubs where all the women workin' naked

Fell in love with a waitress what the f**k

I'm thinkin'

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

Uh f**k y'all mad at me

For got a black card and a black Phantom

With a white b***h in Idaho

I do the same thing in Montana

Got a thick b***h in Atlanta

Got a redbone in the Chi

Got two chains they two-tone two hundred racks no lie

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

F**k 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

Hoh

Free Big Meech free Boosie and C-Murder

Like New Orleans like Baltimore

Come to Compton you'll see murders

And my A R see murders that's beef n***a no burgers

I'm insane and you Usain n***a better turn on them burners

Got coke swimmin' in that glass jar

B***h go turn on them burners

Got d**e to sell in this hotel no half price no retail

You a b***h n***a no female I smack n***as Sprewell

I'm on the block like D-twelve I got the white no D-twelve

Like a little n***a in Africa