Love Dem Strippers Lyrics by 2 Chainz Ft. Nicki Minaj
Verse 1:
Let’s play big bank, take little bank
You are looking at a shark in a fish tank
When I’m in the kitchen, I make plenty cash
Tell shawty come here, she got plenty a**
Chorus:
Yeah, I love them strippers (x4)
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
So when I back back, I’m fronting on you niggas
(Repeat)
Verse 2:
First I back back, Louie back pack
Where’s Paris Hilton? Where’s Kat Stacks?
I’m round four with this ammunition
My camo come from Tru Religion
Them broke hoes can’t pay attention
Your cutie missing, New Edition
Mr. Telephone Man, there’s something wrong with my line
When I call my baby’s number, I get a click every time
Every line is dope, you can snort it
Working in the pot, I can make you do aerobics
I’m haterphobic, they mad cause I’m winning
They busy high and catching, mad cause I’m pinching!
All my bitches different, all my diamonds glistening!
My weed so loud, everybody listen!
They say it’s for the birds, so I bought a kilo!
My Boost Mobile chirping, it must be my amigo!
Chorus
Verse 3 (Nicki Minaj):
2 Chainz, You Fuckin’ Crazy.
Motherfuckas know I’m Fuckin’ Crazy.
Fuck wrong with these bitches lately?
Bitches better get on they knees and praise me.
Bitch I rep that Rich Gang.
Where’s Stunna? Where’s Wayne?
That’s red on my wristband, SB, Mack Maine.
Tell Tyga, lookin for this bitch called Blac Chyna.
Take a nigga bitch in a hot flash, metapause hot flash.
Yes that’s why I’m crowned Queen,
and I ain’t looking for the Prom King.
These hoes’ career’s ain’t promising.
Killing these bitches, crime scene.
Oooh, that’s how a bitch do it,
fifty black trucks gon’ follow when I pull up.
Dick shit hit you in the chin like a pull up.
My door so cocky, my door so stuck up.
Oooh, hop up out the space car.
Bitches stay pressed, I call them a spacebar.
Man I wish a bitch would, hundred-thousand dollar engine, I wish a bitch could.
Verse 1:
Let’s play big bank, take little bank
You are looking at a shark in a fish tank
When I’m in the kitchen, I make plenty cash
Tell shawty come here, she got plenty a**
Chorus:
Yeah, I love them strippers (x4)
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
So when I back back, I’m fronting on you niggas
(Repeat)
Verse 2:
First I back back, Louie back pack
Where’s Paris Hilton? Where’s Kat Stacks?
I’m round four with this ammunition
My camo come from Tru Religion
Them broke hoes can’t pay attention
Your cutie missing, New Edition
Mr. Telephone Man, there’s something wrong with my line
When I call my baby’s number, I get a click every time
Every line is dope, you can snort it
Working in the pot, I can make you do aerobics
I’m haterphobic, they mad cause I’m winning
They busy high and catching, mad cause I’m pinching!
All my bitches different, all my diamonds glistening!
My weed so loud, everybody listen!
They say it’s for the birds, so I bought a kilo!
My Boost Mobile chirping, it must be my amigo!
Chorus
Verse 3 (Nicki Minaj):
2 Chainz, You Fuckin’ Crazy.
Motherfuckas know I’m Fuckin’ Crazy.
Fuck wrong with these bitches lately?
Bitches better get on they knees and praise me.
Bitch I rep that Rich Gang.
Where’s Stunna? Where’s Wayne?
That’s red on my wristband, SB, Mack Maine.
Tell Tyga, lookin for this bitch called Blac Chyna.
Take a nigga bitch in a hot flash, metapause hot flash.
Yes that’s why I’m crowned Queen,
and I ain’t looking for the Prom King.
These hoes’ career’s ain’t promising.
Killing these bitches, crime scene.
Oooh, that’s how a bitch do it,
fifty black trucks gon’ follow when I pull up.
Dick shit hit you in the chin like a pull up.
My door so cocky, my door so stuck up.
Oooh, hop up out the space car.
Bitches stay pressed, I call them a spacebar.
Man I wish a bitch would, hundred-thousand dollar engine, I wish a bitch could.
