Riccardo Tisci

2 Chainz – 4AM (feat. Travis Scott) (Uncensored)

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
M-M-M-Murda
Yeah, yeah
Damn right, bro

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
4 AM, I’m just gettin’ started
For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
Reminiscin’ ’bout the trap, playin’ the first Carter
My life changed when I had my first daughter
Got my first quarter flippin’ fifty-dollar slabs
Your nigga’s lookin’ at the bills, askin’ you for half
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
Anytime she wanna dip I’m providin’ the sauce
You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss
You keep playin’ with me, I end up signing your boss
Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga
Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas
Rock with Champagne P
If it wasn’t for the struggle then I wouldn’t be me
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
In a group with the best rapper that’s alive, ooh
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
I ain’t wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
Jumpin’ out the cake and that’s surprisin’, ooh
Pickin’ up the duffel bag like exercisin’, ooh
Bought mama new house ’cause she deserve it, ooh
Practice makes perfect but nobody’s perfect, ooh
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bulet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz & Travis Scott]
Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crewneck
Ooh, On a killin’ rapper spree and nigga, you next
Ooh, they talkin’, chillin’, watchin’ Netflix (straight up)
Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
Ooh, I’m on my wave like a durag
Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at?
Ooh, talkin’ tequila for the pipe-up
Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah
Drench god, drench god, really
Representin’, we the squad, really (oh, yeah)
Tec got the Rollie, now I get it
I used to sell drugs for a living
Got me a job sellin’ records
Had to use my jeweler for a reference
Might buy a charm with the extras
Might use her legs for a necklace

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Outro]
Don’t stop trappin’, boy
Got ’bout twelve racks this mornin’
Got ’bout twelve racks
Started last night, still goin’
Twelve racks strong
Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant
Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant
Everybody in here pregnant, ‘cept my partner and them
But we gettin’ this money though, I’m tellin’ you that

2 Chainz – 4 Am (feat. Travis Scott) (On The Tonight Show) (Live)

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
M-M-M-Murda
Yeah, yeah
Damn right, bro

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
4 AM, I’m just gettin’ started
For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
Reminiscin’ ’bout the trap, playin’ the first Carter
My life changed when I had my first daughter
Got my first quarter flippin’ fifty-dollar slabs
Your nigga’s lookin’ at the bills, askin’ you for half
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
Anytime she wanna dip I’m providin’ the sauce
You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss
You keep playin’ with me, I end up signing your boss
Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga
Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas
Rock with Champagne P
If it wasn’t for the struggle then I wouldn’t be me
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
In a group with the best rapper that’s alive, ooh
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
I ain’t wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
Jumpin’ out the cake and that’s surprisin’, ooh
Pickin’ up the duffel bag like exercisin’, ooh
Bought mama new house ’cause she deserve it, ooh
Practice makes perfect but nobody’s perfect, ooh
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bulet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz & Travis Scott]
Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crewneck
Ooh, On a killin’ rapper spree and nigga, you next
Ooh, they talkin’, chillin’, watchin’ Netflix (straight up)
Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
Ooh, I’m on my wave like a durag
Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at?
Ooh, talkin’ tequila for the pipe-up
Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah
Drench god, drench god, really
Representin’, we the squad, really (oh, yeah)
Tec got the Rollie, now I get it
I used to sell drugs for a living
Got me a job sellin’ records
Had to use my jeweler for a reference
Might buy a charm with the extras
Might use her legs for a necklace

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Outro]
Don’t stop trappin’, boy
Got ’bout twelve racks this mornin’
Got ’bout twelve racks
Started last night, still goin’
Twelve racks strong
Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant
Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant
Everybody in here pregnant, ‘cept my partner and them
But we gettin’ this money though, I’m tellin’ you that

Future – Lookin Exotic (Hndrxx Album)

Extravagant Hendrix
Switch hands like lil’ pitcher
Super astronomical

Peel you off a couple bands, girl like "Here you go"
Then lookin’ like the baddest bitch in my videos
I wanna take you out to Paris and buy you better clothes
White Phantom, white Phantom or the white rose
Speekin’ of modellin’, you look marvelous
Hit your girl up and tell’ em that you’re all iced up (iced up)
I try my best to put my ego first, I’d need to stop it
Keep it real, you lookin’ exotic, no

Three rings on my left, I feel like King James
They see the way we represent, they see the way we get it
You can’t be never slippin’, you gotta show you’re different
I came through and took all they bitches with me
Nigga I get all the way faded, I can’t get tipsy
I’m eating something, start busting and rushing on a daily basis, I’m guilty
Let this champagne start flowin’, drink it up ’til it’s empty
Got this V.I.P. section burnin’ like a chimney
We ain’t gotta emphasize nobody, we done bought the building
Let’s go zip out to Australia, we can go to Switzerland
We got a chauffeur and a translator for it, he don’t speak English
Sometimes when you speak from your soul it sound like you singing

Peel you off a couple bands, girl like "Here you go"
Then lookin’ like the baddest bitch in my videos
I wanna take you out to Paris and buy you better clothes
White Phantom, white Phantom or the white rose
Speekin’ of modellin’, you look marvelous
Hit your girl up and tell’ em that you’re all iced up (iced up)
I try my best to put my ego first, I’d need to stop it
Keep it real, you lookin’ exotic, no

Gotta put a whole lot of kush into my lungs
I put a whole lot of work and I just begun
And when that green money on the turf, it’s their call
Gotta put that steel under my shirt and do it large
Fuck the cops, she gon’ ride you like my dog
Chinchilla, I put it on and let it fall
Gorilla, let it drag on the floor
I forgot to get the money, lay low
We take shoppin’ sprees, I can bring the store to me
I don’t get top money, please, bitch I’m out they league
Raf Simons, Rick Owens, cost 200 G’s
Cash out mad G’s, bustin’ down AP’s
Hand made one of one Riccardo Tisci
Crystal diamonds on my sleeves, L-O-V-E
Changed the whips about a week, yes I do agree
Louis V on my carry-on, yes indeed
Have to pay for it tonight as you charge a fee
Order the PJ at one, we land tomorrow at three
Steak and shrimps, caviar for seven days
Let’s flick it up for my dawgs in the cage

Peel you off a couple bands, girl like "Here you go"
Then lookin’ like the baddest bitch in my videos
I wanna take you out to Paris and buy you better clothes
White Phantom, white Phantom or the white rose
Speekin’ of modellin’, you look marvelous
Hit your girl up and tell’ em that you’re all iced up (iced up)
I try my best to put my ego first, I’d need to stop it
Keep it real, you lookin’ exotic, no

I’m a keep it real with you!
Lookin’ exotic
Got a half mil’ on me
I’m ’boutta to recount it now

Future – Lookin Exotic Lyrics

[Intro]
Extravagant Hendrix
Switch hands like left pitcher
Super astronomical

[Chorus]
Peel you off a couple bands, girl like, “here you go”
Been lookin’ like the baddest bitch in my videos
I wanna take you out to Paris and buy you better clothes
White Phantom, white Phantom or the white Rolls
We livin’ marvelous, yeah we livin’ marvelous
Hit your girl up and tell’ them that you’re all iced up (iced up)
I try my best to put my ego first, I need to stop it
Keep it real, you lookin’ exotic, nah

[Verse 1]
Three rings on my left, I feel like King James
They see the way we represent, they see the way we get it
You can’t be never slippin’, you gotta show you’re different
I came through and took all their bitches with me
Nigga I get all the way faded, I can’t get tipsy
All these self [?]
Daily basis, I’m guilty
Let this champagne start pourin’, drank it up ’til it’s empty
Got this V.I.P. section burnin’ like a chimney
We ain’t gotta emphasize nobody, we done bought the building
Let’s go zip out to Australia, we can go to Switzerland
We got a chauffeur and a translator for where they don’t speak English
Sometimes when you speak from your soul it sound like you singing

[Chorus]
Peel you off a couple bands, girl like, “here you go”
Been lookin’ like the baddest bitch in my videos
I wanna take you out to Paris and buy you better clothes
White Phantom, white Phantom or the white Rolls
We livin’ marvelous, yeah we livin’ marvelous
Hit your girl up and tell’ them that you’re all iced up (iced up)
I try my best to put my ego first, I need to stop it
Keep it real, you lookin’ exotic, nah

[Verse 2]
Gotta put a whole lot of kush into my lungs
I put a whole lot of work and I just begun
And when that green money on the turf, it’s their call
Gotta put that steel under my shirt and duck laws
Fuck the cops, she gon’ ride you like my dog
Chinchilla, I put it on and let it fall
Gorilla, let it drag on the floor
I forgot to get the money and lay low
We take shoppin’ sprees, I can bring the store to me
I don’t get trap money, please, bitch I’m out their league
Raf Simons, Rick Owens, cost 200 G’s
Cash out mad G’s, bustin’ down AP’s
Handmade 1 of 1 Riccardo Tisci
Crystal diamonds on my sleeves, L-O-V-E
Changed the whips about a week, yes I do agree
Louis V on my carry-on, yes indeed
Have to pay for it tonight as you charge a fee
Order the PJ at 1, we land tomorrow at 3
Steak and shrimps, caviar for seven days
Let’s flick it up for my dawgs in the cage

[Chorus]
Peel you off a couple bands, girl like, “here you go”
Been lookin’ like the baddest bitch in my videos
I wanna take you out to Paris and buy you better clothes
White Phantom, white Phantom or the white Rolls
We livin’ marvelous, yeah we livin’ marvelous
Hit your girl up and tell’ them that you’re all iced up (iced up)
I try my best to put my ego first, I need to stop it
Keep it real, you lookin’ exotic, nah

[Outro]
Always keep it real with you!
Lookin’ exotic
Got a half a mil’ on me
‘Bout to recount it now