Discover the poetic beauty in ‘That’s It’ 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.
Huh, it’s Bebe
Gucci
2 Chainz, yah
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (yeah)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (huh)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it
Bitch, you lookin’ at the real, ain’t nothin’ on me plastic
YSL up on my heels, I be stoppin’ traffic
You be lookin’ at my ass, damn that thing Jurassic
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
I be ridin’ through the west, dodgin’ paparazzi (huh)
Diamonds drippin’ on my neck, I be saucy, saucy (burrr)
Damn, I’m dressed fresh to death, steppin’ out the coffin (yeah)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (huh, go)
I’m on the top
Don’t even get me started, ’cause I don’t like to stop (huh)
I’m shinin’ harder than everybody and I just wore a watch
Two bad bitches, one say that she just wanna watch (huh)
I hope she know she lookin’ at a whole lotta Gwop
This bitch so bad that she deserve whole lotta props
If he ain’t gettin’ money, she ain’t even gon’ talk (shh)
She spoiled like a toddler, ain’t even her fault
She love to call me daddy, I treat her like Pops (it’s Gucci)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it
Multicolorful Chopard with the swimming fishes
Motherfucker I’m a star, I don’t do no dishes
I don’t ever speak or talk of you basic bitches
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
Pullin’ up in that thing that’s a little vicious
Barbies from New York, I hail outta Brooklyn
That’s why all eyes are on, yeah, I see you lookin’
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (2 Chainz)
Yeah, I like my coffee cold, like my women hot (hot)
I like my spot big, like my car drop (right)
Revenge of the have and the have nots (true)
‘Cause back then I didn’t even have knots
Yeah, shawty look kinda cute, but her friend there look kinda cuter
I was on the MacBook computer, tryna go through the whole Kama Sutra
I did, I did, that’s it, that’s it
Mattress, passion, satisfaction
Ow
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (bow)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (ugh)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (that’s it)
That’s it, that’s it (talk)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (alright)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (ugh)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it (true)