Saturday Night
2 Chainz Lyrics

Y'all niggas lame for that, y'all niggas lame for that
You guys are pathetic for acting that way, absolutely pathetic

Shoot a man in his back, should be ashamed of that
To kill someone from behind is dishonorable and shameful

Young niggas banging back, young nigga banging back
Young guys fighting back, the youth fighting back

Then we gon' fade to black then we gon' fade to black
The scene will end, it will all be over soon

I left the crib walking, drove a Mercedes back
I started from humble beginnings and now I drive a luxury car

You wasn't blessed with ambition so who you gon' blame for that
If you lack drive and determination, you have no one to blame but yourself

Tried to get off the Act, still didn't know how to act
Tried to stop using codeine but still couldn't behave properly

Still pull up in the back, sit my ass right in the back
Still arrive discreetly, sitting in the rear of the car

Tell my driver when he open my door to take off his hat
Instructing my driver to show respect and remove his hat when opening my door

Double Saran everything so that you know its a wrap
Covering everything in plastic wrap, to show that it's securely wrapped

Double salute anybody that made it out the trap
Two salutes to those who have escaped the dangers of the streets

Some of y'all probably still owe me from back
Some of you may still owe me money from the past

In the back in the back in the back in the back
Repeating that something is in the back, indicating its discreet location

I had that work right in front of me, fuck all you niggas you wannabes
I had my drugs in plain sight, screw all you fake people trying to be like me

Most of you niggas is under mes, I'mma give ya ass some to see
You all look up to me, I'll give you something to look at

My car don't have car keys, my crib got palm trees
My car has keyless entry, my house has palm trees

Pussy smell like sardine you, need to get up off my lawn please
Your genitalia smells fishy and I need you to leave my property

This a real nigga conversation, real nigga demonstration real niggas
This is a conversation between authentic men, showing real men

No Crystal or Hilfigers, a bunch of ignorant lil' niggas
We don't wear designer clothes, just a bunch of young and foolish men

A bunch of red young tenders, dark skin queens, Puerto Rican princess's
A variety of beautiful women, some light-skinned and others dark-skinned or Hispanic

Scratch my hand my palms itching, hit the dope start twitching
My hand is itching, a sign that I want to use drugs

This a new kinda kitchen, marble countertops, see through fridge
This is a modern kitchen, with luxurious features like marble counters and a see-through fridge

3 thousand for the microwave, touchscreen stove lil bitch!!
I spent $3000 on a microwave and have a stove with a touchscreen

Please don't make me relapse, make me start back trappin'
Please don't make me go back to using drugs or dealing on the streets

Everybody in the city, saying that boy Tity done started back snapping
Everyone in the city is saying that 2 Chainz has started rapping with renewed vigor

I sat in the trap no one cooked at night, I treat my third stripe like its Kryptonite
I was stuck dealing drugs all night, and I consider my third strike to be a weakness like Superman's Kryptonite

I stopped serving sacks over qualified, have you ever seen a homicide?
I stopped selling small amounts of drugs, as I am too good for that now. Have you ever witnessed a murder?

Have you ever seen ya partna die? Have you ever been traumatized
Have you watched a friend die? Have you experienced psychological trauma?

Even at graduation I had a bookbag full of yams, tryna multiply
Even at my high school graduation, I had a backpack full of drugs, trying to make more money

Enough of the negative actions, I got my paycheck off passion
I am done with illegal activities and now make money from pursuing my passion

I'm wearing 4 bracelets for fashion, don't think its a race when I pass you
I'm wearing multiple bracelets for style, I'm not speeding past you to win a race

Stop talking that mafia shit, you never met Meech, J-bo or Illz
Stop talking about the mob, you don't know any of these important figures

Luda charged me just to dip, was there when Chaka was swung on by Tip
Ludacris charged me for a feature on a song, I was there when T.I. punched Chaka in the face

I'm like oh shit we gon' tear up this bitch, pull out a stick when you put up your fist
I exclaimed excitement over the possibility of causing chaos, ready with a weapon

I'm like these niggas done fucked up my fit, funny how heaven and hell co exist
I'm not happy that these people ruined my outfit, it's ironic how good and evil are present at the same time

Funny how life can put you in the mix, I sold the pounds and go hustle the bricks
It's strange how life can throw you in with the wrong people, I sold drugs and hustled on the streets

I booked studio with the trap money, Lil Wayne used to come get the bags from me
I paid for studio time with drug money, Lil Wayne used to buy drugs from me

You still asking niggas for gas money, I look at these rappers like crash dummies
You're still borrowing money for gas, I see other rappers as being reckless and foolish

I look at these bitches that fuck with these rappers like bitch you just fucked with my last homie
I see these women who sleep with other rappers and think they are sleeping with my last friend

Kesha can come get the last from me, Heaven can come get the last from me
Even these music icons, Kesha and Heaven, can come and buy drugs from me if they want

Harmony can come get the last from me, Halo can come get the last from me mama
Even other music stars, Harmony and Halo, can also buy drugs from me

Tell her let's go have a bite, tell her let's go have a bite
Let's go get something to eat, let's go grab a bite

Treat every night like it's Saturday night, like it's Saturday night, yeah
Enjoy every night to the fullest, as if it's the weekend