Альбом: Feds Watching
Автор Слов: Pharrell Williams, Tauheed Epps
Featured_artist: Pharrell, Performer: Pharrell Williams [Producer], Ryan Hope [Video Director], Laura Jones [Video Producer], Sue Yeon Ahn [Video Executive Producer], Composer: Tauheed Epps, Pharrell Williams, Author: Tauheed Epps, Pharrell Williams
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[Intro: Pharrell & 2 Chainz]
Tomorrow, tomorrow,
Tomorrow, tomorrow,
Ain't no such thing as tomorrow
The way we livin' today.
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Dreads hang on designer everything,
Mr. Comme des Garçons, Mr. Alexander Wang,
Mr. Chain, pinky ring, flow insane, ho insane.
Man, these shoes I got on, these the hardest I've done seen,
It look clean when you pour it, I remix it, make it dirty.
If she got good head and text me, I text back and tell her “hurry!”
This that category 5 when I walk up in the strip club,
Throw it high, make you and George Washington head butt,
OG's never fed us, now young n**gas fed up,
Ballin so hard I deserve a and one,
Baking soda marketing, I'm getting' it, ain't I? Obviously.
You a bitch, you a ho, that's just my philosophy,
And I'm known to kick it like the captain of a soccer team.
Billie Jean red leather, same color red lobster,
And she brain wash ya, head doctor.
I'm be fresh as hell if the Feds watchin'.
[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Pharrell — x2]
I'm be fresh as hell if the Feds watchin',
I'm be fresh as hell if the Feds watchin',
I'm be fresh as hell if the Feds watchin'.
Drop top, head boppin'.
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Grams to Grammys, two guns, Yosemite,
N**gas put their Glock on your ass, fuck that Heather B.
Pumpin' that amphetamine, all this D I'm peddlin',
I be somewhere settlin', somewhere that you have never been,
To the top you never been, you might need a respirator,
Money on the rise like I'm countin' on a elevator.
You gon' need a detonator swimmin' with them barracudas,
Close the docket on that muffucka prosecutor.
This Armani, this Givenchy, I parachute you,
I'm so fly, I jumped out the air wearin' Gucci, tell ‘em!
I'm raw, talkin' California rolls,
Smokin' California weed with California hoes, true!
Sendin' flicks to my partners in the state pen,
I just got some pants made out of snake skin,
See them shades you got on called Ray-Bans,
And the shades I got on cost eight bands, damn!
[Chorus — x2]
