Discover the poetic beauty in ‘What They Want’ 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.
This the s*** that they need, tell me where are you from
Drop your pants to your knees, girl I’m capital G
Might pull up in my bucket
This nine holds a good dozen
Might slide up in your cousin
Just made a mill and still thuggin’
N****s banged on me, but they should of shot me
See, I hit the corner then spot him, got him
Court date, but I skipped the bail
Rather wig myself before I sit in jail
Need a gang of weed and a pint of lean
Got a hat say Figg on my gangsta tip
Don’t trust no ho, I might sock the b****
I’m apocalypse to your politics
Might cop the Phantom, get ghost
I can pay your bills with this coke
Need an extra band for this smoke
I can see for miles with this scope n****
Got an oxy-scribed to this dope dealer
Misses Piggy want her Biggie back
Rock cremation then called it crack
I’mma keep on eating till my ankles fat
Sell that fix, throw it cross the map
Push my penis in between her lap
Put my semen all down her throat
‘Till Tito kilos come off that boat
This the s*** that they want
This the s*** that they need
Tell me where are you from?
Drop your pants to your knees
Girl I’m capital G
This the s*** they gon’ buy
This the s*** why I’m fly
This the s*** why I’m high
This the s*** they gon’ want
This the s*** that they want
This the s*** that they want
Tell ’em, tell ’em
If you see my watch I might hit it
If you see my check I might hit it
If you see my house I might hit it
This the s*** that they want
This the s*** that they need
This the s*** that’s from me
This the s*** they gon’ want
This the s*** that they want
This the s*** that they want
Yeah, this that four n****s in a Regal flow
Speeding through the yellow lights
She want Versace belt like it’s a mistletoe
I put everything gold for yellow rice, graduated from hella ice
If I stand on my bank roll (Stand on your bank roll)
N****, I’d be scared of heights
And I’d be dodging the po’lice
When I was poor with no lights, when I was poor with potential
Watch my flow in four inches, oh lord she in Christians
All gold but my vintage, pull it out and she kiss it
All gold on my wrists’s, God can judge no convincing
Just because I got dreads don’t get it twisted
Moving my whip down the boulevard
Word round town I was selling hard
Hard and I’m talking bout the yayo
Hit her on the floor and then I lay low
I may say “que pasa” with the pesos
Promethazine, codeine, caseloads (Tru!)
And when I pull up to the valet
You know I got the strippers on payroll, uh!
This the s*** that they want
This the s*** that they need
Tell me where are you from?
Drop your pants to your knees
Girl I’m capital G
This the s*** they gon’ buy
This the s*** why I’m fly
This the s*** why I’m high
This the s*** they gon’ want
This the s*** that they want
This the s*** that they want
Tell ’em, tell ’em
If you see my watch I might hit it
If you see my check I might hit it
If you see my house I might hit it
This the s*** that they want
This the s*** that they need
This the s*** that’s from me
This the s*** they gon’ want
This the s*** that they want
This the s*** that they want
100K in my trunk, keep that b**** with that dunk
She gon’ pop in them heels, she must heard of my deal
She gon’ roll on them pills, just don’t grab on my hat
This that s*** that’s Iraq, this that make you climax
This that s*** you just bought, this that Q go damn hard
This that car that won’t park, pedal to the floor, it won’t stop
And just when you thought it won’t drop, Oxymoron in stores
Come in kids, lock the door, knock-knock-knock, hit the floor
Need my bread off the top, could buy anything off the lot
This that steel, not the grill, get them slugs off for real
This that crow with the jail, we go in, smoke the L’s
She love my mic, rock the bell, leave that punani killed
All them hoes want the Q, spit that truth, make the loot
Expensive whips we hotbox, spent 2 bills on my socks
This that make you c***block, this that make me pop shot
This that filthy convo, this that must be Figueroa
This the s*** that they want
This the s*** that they need
Tell me where are you from?
Drop your pants to your knees
Girl I’m capital G
This the s*** they gon’ buy
This the s*** why I’m fly
This the s*** why I’m high
This the s*** they gon’ want
This the s*** that they want
This the s*** that they want
Tell ’em, tell ’em
If you see my watch I might hit it
If you see my check I might hit it
If you see my house I might hit it
This the s*** that they want
This the s*** that they need
This the s*** that’s from me
This the s*** they gon’ want
This the s*** that they want
This the s*** that they want