2 Chainz - Good Drank Lyrics

Used to treat my mattress like the ATM
Bond number 9 that's my favorite scent
Can't forget the kush I'm talking OG
Rest in peace to pop he was an OG
Oh yeah, 285 I had that pack on me
Uh, I can not forget I had that strap on me
Yeah, rest in peace to my nigga Doe
All he ever want to do was ball
That was the easy part
We playing that Weezy hard
We sit in the kitchen late
We tryna to make an estate
Trying to make me a mil
So I'ma keep me a plate
I told 'em shawty can leave
So I'ma keep me a rake
So I'ma keep me a Wraith
My jewelry look like a lake
Today I'm in the Maybach
And that car came with some drapes
You know I look like a safe
I put you back in your place
I look you right in your face
Sing to your bitch like I'm Drake


Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
Need a girl call her

Your trunk in the front well check this out my top in the trunk
You play with my money then check this out your poppin' the trunk
Three mil in a month but I just did three years on a bunk
Oh you in a slump I'm headed to Oakland like Kevin Durant
What is your point, stroll with the Steph or Kevin Durant
Lay on on my trap, play with my cap and I'll knock off your hat
I'm collecting the cheese and killing the rats
Gucci Mane call me the cat with the rat
I'm swervin' but I'm in back of the back
I'm Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq
I'm servin' I pay a bird for that
He nervous I ain't got no word for that
He heard my momma purse is back
He mixing the seal with the percocets
She perfect and she got perky breast
I just want some of that turkey neck
Trapper of the year I'm from Boulder Crest
You snitch of the year cause you told the best


Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
Need a girl call her
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