Your music means everything to you Bullet bring the gun, why pull it? Shoot words to see who's full of it We from the same place, land of the game face Plug signs on the jackets Give props, yo, like a Prop Joe package It's illegal How those kids can come from out of the slums and live so regal Lose it all on a prayer to the ego Before the loss we earn for the cause Toast to the life though my liver won't endorse Currently in time and my enzymes Are in sync to digest the brink of armageddon The bedding's over the mattress we lay with the actress For social media to swallow us Watch them rap peers who don't reply back Cause they think we gon' snatch up their Twitter followers That's some female type foolery And your females like glue to it She know it, the scent of a poet Police buy restraint to cover all the angles A nopera of operations See one got all you in your crew all confident with courage We'll be there jumping your square record You be like "check it, they stretched the sh** into rectangles, damn!" Dance, freak, get out your seat Show me that you is a real whoodeeni Get loose y'all, get up now Everybody, everybody get down Whoodeeni, whoodeeni, whoodeeni [2 Chainz:] Born institutionalized My homie from N.O., find his crib with the roof on the side FEMA asking for an address, but ain't no mailbox Nothing left to do out here but to sell rocks Now they got cellphones inside of the cell blocks And my cousin on parole cause he sold Glocks My cousin is so stuck Told you we have more soul than James Brown Wearing a gold watch that obviously don't work Used to go home and rob n***as for homework See if the chrome work Might call your girl to see if my phone work I'm a hood star and the trophy is a gold vert Mouth full of gold teeth n***as might end up obsolete if I'm four deep Real n***a for real bed full of new sheets Bedroom floor filled up with the loose leafs This is a war zone, me and a two-piece Put another head on and make it a new piece She be like "ooh wee", I be like "ooh wee" I love myself so much I'm a groupie Everybody know my verses is pookie Had 'em all strung out like it's a drug house When I'm in the booth I'm MJ with his tongue out When I'm in the booth I'm Kanye with a gun out Run in your mom house Then I'mma lean sideways and burn out All natural, I hope you got the perm out I've been straightening that sh** New n***as came and tried to hate on that sh** I'mma use it now, I ain't waiting on sh** Dance, freak, get out your seat Show me that you is a real whoodeeni Get loose y'all, get up now Everybody, everybody get down Whoodeeni, whoodeeni, whoodeeni [Dave:] Big drawers, where the big drawers at? I got a case of the little head controlling the big head thinking Played Honest Abe in the back of a Lincoln Chopped down a cherry, American Pie varied Next day she was on my Snapchat s**ting Had her bunny hopping a quick ten seconds Dear Lord, forgive a n***a, I've been down with doubt Had the frog legs, now I'mma knock this piggie out Now Dave like to cuddle, but Dave don't play that Like Dave had the ring, listen, Dave ain't say that Courtships to door steps to gettin' a**, and if it's one of my broads Keep your feet off the gra**, size eleven the gas Mash that potato till we lay in the gra** She mellow like it's a picnic If she the mermaid, give her the fish stick First cla** flight, shoot her out to the district Wait, cancel the stallion, hold your horses Kickstart your life and cut your losses Look how we did 'em, ma, your boy still got it I quit drinking, I quit the narcotics Life's a b**h, but she seeing a therapist This hip-hop done dilly to cameras, huh We got stoops and [?] to sit on Bitcoins Vivian Maese to bid on But we cautious Never undermine the hate and turn the spell on your evil forces But this ain't the cha-cha two-step Been a rider ever since the Schwinn gooseneck The buck stops here, there ain't no who's next Dance, freak, get out your seat Show me that you is a real whoodeeni Get loose y'all, get up now Everybody, everybody get down Whoodeeni, whoodeeni, whoodeeni