Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Bali’ by 2 Chainz. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2 Chainz or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Time to turn the heat up like it’s Bali
Throwing all these bands while we in Follies
Horseman on my emblem, but it’s headless
Roof gone, now we driving down to Venice
She so good at what she do, I might bust a move
Jaw been on a lock while I sprinkle molly rock
How come when I’m coming down’s the only time you need me?
How come when I’m popping is the only time you see me?
She so good at what she do, ain’t no room for talking
Ain’t no room for talking, ain’t no room for talking
Mixing tinted liquor, I ain’t fucking with no white shit
I don’t trust an opp, so many photos that I cropped
I got the muscle like a Steiner, bro
I told shawty I should wear designer robes
I lost my ex, I can go find another
She like it in the sheets, I like it on top the covers (let go)
You the type to cuff a pillow talking snug (true)
I’m the type to pay half a stack to smoke (alright)
Hell we kill all your ass in trouble
F*ck you head up and then buy you ass a bundle
This that cash money when they had the Hummer (skrrt, skrrt)
With the same color of the cast of Wakanda
I need a U-Haul ’cause I got moves to make
Nav look like he went on a cruise today (flash, flash)
Might buy the Rolls some new shoes today
Who’s to say?
Uzi with the cool and taint
My mood is bank
She asked what I’ma do today
I said “you”, yeah ho
Like Juicy J (yeah ho)
She so good at what she do, I might bust a move
Jaw been on a lock while I sprinkle molly rock
How come when I’m coming down’s the only time you need me?
How come when I’m popping is the only time you see me?
She so good at what she do, ain’t no room for talking
Ain’t no room for talking, ain’t no room for talking
Mixing tinted liquor, I ain’t fucking with no white shit
I don’t trust an opp, so many photos that I cropped
I just ordered two more, now I got three different watches
See my haters talking, make sure that they watching
Real bosses listen, talking money when I’m talking
Outline you in chalk, Raf or Ricky, when I’m walking
Wyling like I’m Stone Cold Steve, I fucked a bitch in Austin
Just pass me the rock, I don’t know how much I pop
Dissing Derek, that ain’t wise, 88 bullets gon’ drop him
Chicken in the pot, got your girl watching my cock
In New York I Milly Rock
My shooter tote a .30, he can’t hide it in his sock
I am not a rapper, all these other rappers soft
They hoping I fall off
But bitch I’m at the top, I’m just a brown boy from the block
She so good at what she do, I might bust a move
Jaw been on a lock while I sprinkle molly rock
How come when I’m coming down’s the only time you need me?
How come when I’m popping is the only time you see me?
She so good at what she do, ain’t no room for talking
Ain’t no room for talking, ain’t no room for talking
Mixing tinted liquor, I ain’t fucking with no white shit
I don’t trust an opp, so many photos that I cropped
DNA, trapping in my genes, yeah
Bought myself a pair of Balmain jeans, yeah
‘Member when I traveled with that ball? Yeah
‘Member when I sold them that re-rock? Yeah
Mixing up that Raf with that Margiela
Walking past my ex, now she get jealous
Wait, hold on, had to put down on that ‘Rari
Wait, hold on, did that VLONE like I’m Bari
Pull up on the plug, let him know I need a pint
Don’t ask for a sip, no, I’m not selling lines
If she coming to the crib then she knows that it’s a pine ting
Hit it, then pass it to my slime
You try to dap me up after the show
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
You wanna sip my drink, yeah
You wanna do my blow
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
She so good at what she do, I might bust a move
Jaw been on a lock while I sprinkle molly rock
How come when I’m coming down’s the only time you need me?
How come when I’m popping is the only time you see me?
She so good at what she do, ain’t no room for talking
Ain’t no room for talking, ain’t no room for talking
Mixing tinted liquor, I ain’t fucking with no white shit
I don’t trust an opp, so many photos that I cropped