2 Chainz - Where U Been? Feat. Cap.1

 

Lyrics to Where U Been? Feat. Cap.1 by 2 Chainz

  [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] I keep my hoes in check, you buy Nike for yours Say they want that loud, I'mma bring that noise Check my watch on a flight, yeah, I call that airtime Murk 'em in the middle of the street, that gon' be his deadline (tell 'em) Yeah, you gon' respect mine, got a body on my Tec-9 Say you nobody 'till somebody gon' body you, flatline (BOW) Pocket full of dead guys and you know I'm anti Anti-social, anti-labor, anti-cool n-gga, ain't I? You looking at a star that's phased out, trying to take my style then take off I go to work with no days off, everything I own paid off (Tru) Shawty pussy hair shaved off and she did it just for me, n-gga Would skip you like a spacebar, but I much rather delete n-ggas (DAMN) [Hook: 2 Chainz] I've been getting money, where the f-ck you been? (Hold up) I've been getting money, where the f-ck you been? (Turn up) I've been getting money, where the f-ck you been? (Yeah) I've been getting money, where the f-ck you been? (I told her) Bought a new crib just to f-ck you in (I told her) Bought a new crib just to f-ck you in (I told her) Bought a new crib just to f-ck you in (tell 'em) I've been getting to the money, where the f-ck you been? [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Gucci hat (Gucci hat), Gucci belt If you wrote a autobiography you'd have to sue yourself You lying ass, codeine in my wine glass I know you had a wild past, I ain't f-cked you in a while with your wild ass I get high and I fly past, I don't know nothing 'bout iChat I work in this iPhone they need an app called iTrap I trap, shining like a night night lamp I just hit my girlfriend and asked her where her wife at (tell 'em) White cup, white hat, laying on a white couch (Tru) Got that presidential and a residential white house N-gga saying "who?" (who) like a white owl You can see me shinin' (shinin') with the light out [Hook] [Verse 3: Cap-1] Turn five to a ten to a twenty to fifty to hundred My n-ggas get money, I want it (BEEP) I ride through the city my n-ggas got choppers My bitch she's so pretty that's my pocahontas Everything on me I shine like a trophy Run up a check while they watch out for police Versace my pinky, a brick on my Rollie The Cali Ferrari I'm feeling like Kobe TRU to the death of me, n-gga Killers on the right and left of me, n-gga My destiny n-gga to get all this money I can't share that whole recipe with you, n-gga (nah) My n-gga told me "get 'em" did it I got 'em Stand on that couch, drink out of the bottle That .40 got hollows, that bitch she gon' swallow Get to the money I'm keeping Chicago (yeah) Bought a new crib just to f-ck you in (and what) Bought the Benz just to f-ck your friends Giuseppe's 900 with that gold boss (Tru) Everything 'bout me wrong like a dope charge (turn up) [Hook]