Artist: 2 Chainz f/ Nicki Minaj Album: Based On A T.R.U. Story Song: I Luv Dem Strippers Typed by: Cedmaster3K {M-M-M-M-Marvel} [Intro: 2 Chainz] Uh.. yeah, 2 Chainz! Let's play big bank take little bank (bank) You are looking at a shark in a fish tank (tank) When I'm in the kitchen (when I'm in the kitchen), I make plenty cash (cash) Tell shawty come here, she got plenty ass [Chorus 2X: 2 Chainz] Yeah, I love them strippers (yeah); yeah, I love them strippers (yeah) Yeah, I love them strippers (yeah); yea-yeah, I love them strippers (yeah) In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine (engine) So when I back back, I'm fronting on you niggas [2 Chainz] First I back-back (back), Louie backpack (pack) Where's Paris Hilton? (Where?) Where's Kat Stacks? (Damn!) I'm Rambo with this ammunition, my camo come from Tru Religion Them broke hoes can't pay attention, your cutie missin', New Edition Mr. Telephone Man... (uh) There's something wrong with my line When I call my baby's number... (uh) I get a click every time (okay) Every line, is dope, you can snort it Working in the pot, I can make you do aerobics (tell em) I'm haterphobic (phobic), they mad cause I'm winnin' (winnin') They busy high and catchin' (catchin'), mad cause I'm pinchin' (pinchin') All my bitches different (different), all my diamonds glistenin' (glistenin') My weed so loud, everybody listen They say it's for the birds, so I bought a kilo (kilo) My Boost Mobile chirping, it must be my amigo - BLRRT, BLRRT~! [Chorus] [Nicki Minaj] 2 Chainz, you fuckin' crazy, motherfuckers know I'm fuckin' crazy Fuck wrong with these bitches lately? Bitches better get on they knees and praise me Bitch, I rep that Rich Gang - where's Stunna? Where's Wayne? That's red on my wristband, SB, Mack Maine Tell Tyga, lookin' for this bitch called Blac Chyna Take a nigga bitch in a hot flash; menopause, hot flash Yes that's why I'm crowned queen, and I ain't lookin' for the prom king These hoes' careers ain't promising, killing these bitches -- crime scene Oooh, that's, how a, bitch, do it Fifty, black, trucks, gonna follow when I, pull up This, shit, hit you in the chin like a pull up My door so cocky, my door so stuck up Oooh, hop up out the space car Bitches stay pressed, I call them a space bar Man I wish a bitch would Hundred-thousand dollar engine, I wish a bitch could [Chorus] [Outro: Nicki Minaj] Wait I don't even think these niggas understood what the fuck I just said I said, hundred-thousand dollar engine I wish a bitch could, like the little engine that could Gehehe, get it? 2 Chainz! Cyeah