2 Chainz — No Lie (feat. Drake)

I am smoking on that gas, life should be on Cinemax
Movie. Bought my boo bigger tits and a bigger ass.
Who he’s, not I. I smoke strong, that Popeye,
Louie V’s in my archives, black diamonds, apartheid.
Bread up and my top down, on the block with a block out,
Hit ya ass with that block-ow, dope enough to go in yo nostrils.
I take ya girl and kidnap her, feed her to my mattress,
A skeleton in my closet, it’s probably one of these dead ass rappers,
It’s probably one these pussy ass niggas, don’t try me, I’ll pull that trigga.
Got ya car note in my cup and your rent in my swisha,
That pussy so good I miss ya, head game’s so vicious,
And all I get is cheese like I’m taking pictures.

[Hook: Drake]
I say, «Fuck you, ‘less I’m wit’ ya».
If I take you out of the picture,
I know real niggas won’t miss ya,
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i,
No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i.
Real niggas say word,
You ain’t never told no lie,
You ain’t never told no lie.
Real niggas say word,
You ain’t never told no lie,
You ain’t never told no lie.
Real niggas say true,
You ain’t never told no lie,
You ain’t never told no lie.
That’s a thing I don’t do,
Nah, I just do it for the niggas
That are tryna see a million ‘fore they die.
Wattup?

[Verse 2: Drake]
2 Chainz and champagne. You want true, that’s true enough.
Forbes list like every year, my office is my tour bus.
She came through, she brought food, she got fucked, she knew wassup,
She think I’m the realest out and I say, «Damn, that makes two of us!»
Aww, that look like what’s her name, chances are it’s what’s her name,
Chances are if she was actin’ up
Then I fucked her once and never fucked again.
She could have a Grammy, I still treat her ass like a nominee.
Just need to know what that pussy like so one time is fine with me.
Young as an intern, with money like I built the shit,
Streets talkin’, they’ll confirm, go ask them, who just killed the shit.
Stay keeping my cup full so I’m extra charged like a state tax,
Me and Chainz go way back, we don’t talk shit, we just state facts,
Yes, lord!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Name a nigga that want some, I’ll out rap his ass, out trap his ass,
Put his ass in a plastic bag with his trashy ass, take him out,
Bring ’em in, them whole things, 2Pac without a nose ring,
Thug Life, one wife, a mistress and a girlfriend.
I did what they say I wouldn’t, went where they say I couldn’t, (True.)
YSL belt buckle, Y’all niggas Sure is Looking,
Y’all niggas Sure is Lucky. Two chains on my Rugby,
Left hand on that steering wheel, right hand on that pussy.

[Hook]