2 Chainz - I Said Me Lyrics

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things
(30, you a mothafuckin' fool, nigga)
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles (Yeah) and warm woolen mittens (Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got plenty of this shit)
Brown paper packages tied up with strings (I got plenty in my bag, I got plenty in my holster)
(Plenty of ammo) These are a few of my favorite things
Big long like... you know what I'm sayin', but I'm really...
My kids be listenin' to my shit, now, I be havin' to dumb that shit down, yeah

Yeah, my daughter asked me what a drug dealer was
I said me, uh
When the lawyer asked me what a fuckin' killer was
I said me, uh
When the bitch asked me what a real nigga was
I said me, haha, yeah
Overseas in a yacht, they askin' who it was
I said me

I get high if it's the right amount (Yeah)
I get a buzz checkin' my account (Alright)
I get tipsy eatin' red pussy (Tell 'em)
I stay drippin' 'cause the feds lookin' (Tru)
Teriyaki on my portobello
So many rides at the house look like a fender bender
Slept on the futon, I know hard remember (Lord)
I ain't have no work done like Kendall Jenner
Got my first plug around 19
Saw someone shot when they should have been fighting
Yeah, I'm on the top, icing
Maybach truck, enticing
Somethin' prestigious, precisely
Lookin' within just to sightsee
I see you lookin' sharp, lightning
My past is really dark, frightening

Yeah, yeah, my daughter asked me what a drug dealer was
I said me, uh
When the lawyer asked me what a fuckin' killer was
I said me, uh
When the bitch asked me what a real nigga was
I said me, haha, yeah
Overseas in a yacht, they askin' who it was
I said me

I just lost my count countin' blessings
12th grade I got locked up for possession
I tried to call God, but he ain't answer (Hello)
Sent me to voicemail, he pressed cancel (Damn)
Load the AR for temper tantrums (Yeah, yeah)
A round hit a A&R, damn, son (Yeah, yeah)
She know she is a snack like concession (Snack)
I used to sell crack out the detention (I did)
Had a MAC-11 at Burger King
Me and Steph gon' turn this to a murder scene (Bow-bow, bow)
Talkin' no beef, no pork and bean (Nah)
Serve you Young Dro, make your shoulder lean
Morphine dreams in the ER (ER)
Got her a BBL down in DR (DR)
This shit here real as hell, no VR
When the light bill up and down like a seesaw

Uh, yeah, yeah, my daughter asked me what a drug dealer was
I said me, uh
When the lawyer asked me what a fuckin' killer was
I said me, uh (Raindrops, roses)
When the bitch asked me what a real nigga was
I said me, haha, yeah (Raindrops, roses)
Overseas in a yacht, they askin' who it was
I said me

Think I was born with trap in my system (Was I?)
'Cause I was raised around the packs and the pistols (Bow)
On her knees so long she tore her meniscus (Wow)
Been a long road, check the distance (Road)
Rest in peace, tats the initials
Put it in black and white like officials
Dope cases messin' up hoop dreams
All you know is get money is the routine (Raindrops, roses)
Used to want birds like Larry (Swish)
Used to keep the white like Barry (Ayy, raindrops, roses)
It was my oblige like Mary (Blige)
Had the J's at the end like Terrance
Vibin' on the terrace with some red wine
I be gettin' started 'round bed time (Tru)
It's either fed time or it's state time
If you don't make time, better take time

What up? What up world?
Man I'm so tired of these niggas calling everyday complaining
"Man I ain't got nobody out here but me my nigga
You know what I'm saying? Man I need help my nigga"
I'm tired of that shit mane
Dawg, some of these niggas complain when they got work
And they complain when they ain't got no work
Nigga you blocking your blessing nigga, you know what I'm saying?
I hate that old negative ass vibe, man
Quit calling me with that negative shit my nigga
Dawg look, man I had kidney failure nigga
Three days a week I get dialysis, they stuck two big ass needles in my arm nigga
That shit be hurting like a motherfucker
You don't hear me complaining nigga
I'm out here gettin' it nigga, going to work everyday
Ten toes down, taking care of my responsibilities
Don't call me with that shit nigga
The light bill people don't listen to that type of shit
The rent people don't listen to that type of shit
So I'm not gonna listen to that type of shit
So if you ain't got some positive shit nigga
Lose my number nigga, lose my motherfuckin' number