2 by 2 lyrics

[Intro]
Woah, woah, woah

[Chorus]
Run it up, get a bag, that’s a must
25 hoes, in the back of the bus
My b*tch bad, got a ass and a butt
n*gga talk down and we packin’ ‘em up (Woah, woah)
Smoking on gas, got a bag full of runtz
I don't like hoes that wear makeup
Finna go pour me up a four, tell lil’ b*tch "Don't spill my cup"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Money come 2 by 2
Money come green, yeah, money come blue
f*ck a hoe, kick her out, right out my room
Poppin' damn blues, this sh*t ain’t new
Imma pull up in a Rolls Royce coupe
Imma pull up, finna f*ck yo’ boo
Step in that b*tch, got Chanel shoes
Audemars my wrist, and Prada my boot

[Verse 1]
Uh, yeah, ay
How many hoes I done f*cked?
She in the uh, she in the back of the truck
Countin’, I'm rackin’ it up, uh (Woah)
My n*gga grabbin’ a pump, he finna’ blast, he gon' leave you in the past
Then he go laughin' it up
You don't got racks so you outta’ luck
My b*tch, she bad, I'm smackin’ her butt
I'm in a track, and you in a bus
You come in last and I'm in the front, yeah
We put that beam on his ass, pack 'em like lunch (Pew)
[Chorus]
Run it up, get a bag, that’s a must
25 hoes in the back of the bus
My b*tch bad, got a ass and a butt
n*gga talk down, and we packin’ ‘em up
Smoking on gas, got a bag full of runtz
I don't like hoes that wear makeup
Finna go pour me up a four, tell lil’ b*tch dont spill my cup
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Money come 2 by 2
Money come green, yeah, money come blue
f*ck a hoe, kick her out, right out my room
Poppin' damn blues, this sh*t ain’t new
Imma pull up in a Rolls Royce coupe
Imma pull up, finna f*ck yo’ boo
Step in that b*tch, got Chanel shoes
Audemars my wrist and Prada my boot