2 Chainz - Toni Lyrics

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things
(30, you a mothafuckin' fool, nigga)
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles (Yeah) and warm woolen mittens
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got plenty of this shit
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
I got plenty in my bag, I got plenty in my holster
Plenty of ammo
These are a few of my favorite things
Big long like, you know what I'm sayin', but I'm really
My kids be listenin' to my shit, now, I be havin' to dumb that shit down, yeah
Yeah, my daughter asked me what a drug dealer was
I said me, uh
When the lawyer asked me what a fuckin' killer was
I said me, uh
When the bitch asked me what a real nigga was
I said me, haha, yeah
Overseas in a yacht, they askin' who it was
I said me
I get high if it's the right amount (yeah)
I get a buzz checkin' my account (alright)
I get tipsy eatin' red pussy (tell 'em)
I stay drippin' 'cause the feds lookin' (tru)
Teriyaki on my portobello
So many rides at the house look like a fender bender
Slept on the futon, I know hard remember (Lord)
I ain't have no work done like Kendall Jenner
Got my first plug around 19
Saw someone shot when they should have been fighting
Yeah, I'm on the top, icing
Maybach truck, enticing
Somethin' prestigious, precisely
Lookin' within just to sightsee
I see you lookin' sharp, lightning
My past is really dark, frightening
Yeah, yeah, my daughter asked me what a drug dealer was
I said me, uh
When the lawyer asked me what a fuckin' killer was
I said me, uh
When the bitch asked me what a real nigga was
I said me, haha, yeah
Overseas in a yacht, they askin' who it was
I said me
I just lost my count countin' blessings
12th grade I got locked up for possession
I tried to call God, but he ain't answer (hello)
Sent me to voicemail, he pressed cancel (damn)
Load the AR for temper tantrums (yeah, yeah)
A round hit a A&R, damn, son (yeah, yeah)
She know she is a snack like concession (snack)
I used to sell crack out the detention (I did)
Had a MAC-11 at Burger King
Me and Steph gon' turn this to a murder scene (bow-bow, bow)
Talkin' no beef, no pork and bean (nah)
Serve you Young Dro, make your shoulder lean
Morphine dreams in the ER (ER)
Got her a BBL down in DR (DR)
This shit here real as hell, no VR
When the light bill up and down like a seesaw
Uh, yeah, yeah, my daughter asked me what a drug dealer was
I said me, uh
When the lawyer asked me what a fuckin' killer was
I said me, uh (raindrops, roses)
When the bitch asked me what a real nigga was
I said me, haha, yeah (raindrops, roses)
Overseas in a yacht, they askin' who it was
I said me
Think I was born with trap in my system (was I?)
'Cause I was raised around the packs and the pistols (bow)
On her knees so long she tore her meniscus (wow)
Been a long road, check the distance (road)
Rest in peace, tats the initials
Put it in black and white like officials
Dope cases messin' up hoop dreams
All you know is get money is the routine
(Raindrops, roses)
Used to want birds like Larry (swish)
Used to keep the white like Barry (ayy, raindrops, roses)
It was my oblige like Mary (Blige)
Had the J's at the end like Terrance
Vibin' on the terrace with some red wine
I be gettin' started 'round bed time (tru)
It's either fed time or it's state time
If you don't make time, better take time