[Intro: Ariana Grande & 2 Chainz] Yeah Uh-huh (Hitmaka) 2 Chainz [Chorus: Ariana Grande & 2 Chainz] Top down on the Dawn like I'm used to it (Yeah) Prayin' you make it home like I'm used to it Prayin' you make it home, I got used to it (Used to it) Prayin' you make it home like I'm used to it Top down on the Dawn like I'm used to it Prayin' you make it home, I got used to it Prayin' you make it home like I'm used to it I realized we could rule the world I realized we could rule the world (Oh yeah, oh yeah) [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] Yeah Fell in love with a real one, this a dedication (Wow) Had 'em patiently waitin' for a revelation Even when I ain't around, ain't no separation Your skin's smooth, your eyes brown and you're far from basic Then we go to different places with no suitcases (Wow) But when we come back, we got suitcases (Yeah) Right now I use love for a medication (Love) Back in the day I'd shoot Cupid with no hesitation (Bow, bow) I got more than 40 acres for my reparations Pussy on my navigation, that's my destination (Tell 'em) Please don't never tell on me, baby (Never tell) That mean don't call 12 on me, baby (Don't call 12) As long as the meal prepared for me, baby (It's prepared) The mills I prepare, I share with you, baby (Share) Of course they gon' like this shit, look at it (Look) Everybody ain't happy, then look at me [Chorus: Ariana Grande & 2 Chainz] Top down on the Dawn like I'm used to it (Used to it) Prayin' you make it home like I'm used to it Prayin' you make it home, I got used to it Prayin' you make it home like I'm used to it (Yeah) Top down on the Dawn like I'm used to it Prayin' you make it home, I got used to it (Wow) Prayin' you make it home like I'm used to it (Wow, tell 'em, baby) I realized we could rule the world I realized we could rule the world (Oh yeah, oh yeah) [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Why don't we ride four deep Rode so far, we on E She on E, she on me (Yeah, yeah) Let's try that way... okay Shawty came in, walkin' like a model Shaped like a bottle She know if she mess with me, it's gon' be trouble I'ma bust that bubble I'ma always love her, mess up all the covers (Yeah, yeah) Watch me break it down like a foldin' chair See me in the Chain Reactions, I got 40 pair Sorry I ain't answer the phone, I was slappin' ass Last night ain't answer, I was pullin' hair Y'all know me, so lowkey All this ice on, I got cold feet My shawty bad, she a trophy She like to lay on me and call me cozy (Yeah) [Chorus: Ariana Grande & 2 Chainz] Top down on the Dawn like I'm used to it Prayin' you make it home like I'm used to it Prayin' you make it home, I got used to it (Pray for me) Prayin' you make it home like I'm used to it (Alright) Top down on the Dawn like I'm used to it (Skrrt) Prayin' you make it home, I got used to it (Skrrt) Prayin' you make it home like I'm used to it I realized we could rule the world I realized we could rule the world (Oh yeah, oh yeah) [Outro: 2 Chainz & Ariana Grande] Skrrt (Yeah) Yeah I'ma trap it out one way or another (Yee) Yeah (Oh) One thing about love, they say it's blind No matter where you're from You gon' bump into it one day Tru
With so much drama in the L-B-C It's kinda hard being Snoop D-O-double-G But I, somehow, some way Keep comin' up with funky-ass shit like every single day May I, kick a little something for the G's (yeah) And, make a few ends as (yeah) I breeze, through Two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin' 'Cause my momma ain't home I got bitches in the living room gettin' it on And, they ain't leavin til' six in the mornin' (six in the mornin') So, what you wanna do? Shit, I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too So turn off the lights and close the doors But (but what?) we don't love them hoes (yeah) So we gonna smoke a ounce to this G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice Laid back (With my mind on my money and my money on my mind) Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice Laid back (With my mind on my money and my money on my mind) Now, that, I got me some Seagram's gin Everybody got they cups, but they ain't chipped in Now this types of shit, happens all the time You got to get yours, but fool I gotta get mine Everything is fine when you listenin' to the D-O-G I got the cultivating music that be captivating he Who listens, to the words that I speak As I take me a drink to the middle of the street And get to mackin' to this bitch named Sadie (Sadie?) She used to be the homeboy's lady (oh, that bitch) 80 degrees, when I tell that bitch please Raise up off these N-U-T's, 'cause you gets none of these At ease, as I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze Biatch, I'm just Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice Laid back (With my mind on my money and my money on my mind) Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice Laid back (With my mind on my money and my money on my mind) Later on that day My homie Dr. Dre came through with a gang of Tanqueray And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke Shit, this ain't no joke I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now But it ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin' Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton To serve me, not with a cherry on top 'Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin' up off the cot Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes I don't love you hoes, I'm out the door And I'll be Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice Laid back (With my mind on my money and my money on my mind) Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice Laid back (With my mind on my money and my money on my mind) Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice Biatch (With my mind on my money and my money on my mind) Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice Biatch (With my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
