LAND OF THE FREAKS - 2 Chainz

Dat Boy Cassius

Nonstop

I hop on the beat

Her body on fleek

My pockets obese

My partner gon' eat

My partner a G

We straight out the street

Home of the Braves

Land of the freaks

I hop on the beat

Her body on fleek

My pockets obese

My partner gon' eat

My partner a G

We straight out the street

Home of the Braves

Land of the freaks

Got so many cars, I’m like, «What I need that Benz for?»

(Yeah)

Got so much money, I’m like, «What I’m gon' pretend for?»

(Yeah)

Hundred dollar bills with no motherfuckin' billfold (No)

And you know I’m kickin' shit like a fuckin' field goal (No)

Yeah, gold, all on my pinky (Damn)

Yeah, gold, all on my wrist

Yeah, gold, all on my grill

Yeah, gold, all on my chest

Yeah, I’m a misfit, dipshit, fish sticks, six whips

Times two, I’m cold, swine flu, must I remind you?

Bitch, tell her nigga, my bitch, she came with stilettos

Nigga, my crew, we came with Barrettas

Nigga, my car, it came with umbrellas

Nigga, put that shit on acapella, head to toe in Donatella

Nigga know my old school, a motherfuckin' Panamera (God damn!)

Mind on me (No), so don’t worry 'bout mine

I smoke and get vibes

Look at my eye (Yeah), I can’t decide how to describe

Your nigga lookin' broke, I hope that shit a disguise (Yeah)

I hop on the beat

Her body on fleek

My pockets obese

My partner gon' eat

My partner a G

We straight out the street

Home of the Braves

Land of the freaks

I hop on the beat

Her body on fleek

My pockets obese

My partner gon' eat

My partner a G

We straight out the street

Home of the Braves

Land of the freaks

Freak on my Zodiac, you must be heavy on Cognac

I gave you a hundred, you told me a seventy-five, lil' bitch, I want me a

quarterback

I am indulgin' in oysters, I bought my shawty a cluster

I come and ride for a busta, car came with everything except a butler, yeah

She pidgeon-toed in them Christians

Don’t fuck with Goofy niggas, that’s Disney

Always on my grizzly, table in the back, picnic (Yeah)

Alka-Seltzer Cold, your career started fizzin'

You gon' need 4 pair Cartier’s to see my vision

Ok, deliverin' a dealership

Go so much, need a membership

My car knock-kneed like Kenny Smith

And I’m signin' off, no penmanship, yeah

I hop on the beat

Her body on fleek

My pockets obese

My partner gon' eat

My partner a G

We straight out the street

Home of the Braves

Land of the freaks

I hop on the beat

Her body on fleek

My pockets obese

My partner gon' eat

My partner a G

We straight out the street

Home of the Braves

Land of the freaks