2 Chainz – 4 Am (feat. Travis Scott) (On The Tonight Show) (Live)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Started last night, still goin’
Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn!
Your nigga’s lookin’ at the bills, askin’ you for half
Got ’bout twelve racks
Practice makes perfect but nobody’s perfect, ooh
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
4 AM, I’m just gettin’ started
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
Reminiscin’ ’bout the trap, playin’ the first Carter
Pop it, flick it

Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
My life changed when I had my first daughter
Everybody in here pregnant, ‘cept my partner and them

Rock with Champagne P
Got ’bout twelve racks this mornin’
Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Had to use my jeweler for a reference
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
You keep playin’ with me, I end up signing your boss
I ain’t wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, talkin’ tequila for the pipe-up
M-M-M-Murda
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)
[Intro: 2 Chainz]
[Outro]
Pop it, flick it
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Got my first quarter flippin’ fifty-dollar slabs
Representin’, we the squad, really (oh, yeah)
In a group with the best rapper that’s alive, ooh
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
If it wasn’t for the struggle then I wouldn’t be me
Jumpin’ out the cake and that’s surprisin’, ooh

But we gettin’ this money though, I’m tellin’ you that
I’ma pull up in that bulet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Damn right, bro
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)
Might buy a charm with the extras
Don’t stop trappin’, boy
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas
Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
Twelve racks strong
Ooh, On a killin’ rapper spree and nigga, you next
I used to sell drugs for a living
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Ooh, I’m on my wave like a durag
Drop a pin, send location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz & Travis Scott]
Anytime she wanna dip I’m providin’ the sauce
Pop it, flick it
For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
Bought mama new house ’cause she deserve it, ooh
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)

Might use her legs for a necklace
Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant
I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
Tec got the Rollie, now I get it
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)

Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Drench god, drench god, really
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crewneck

Ooh, they talkin’, chillin’, watchin’ Netflix (straight up)
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Pickin’ up the duffel bag like exercisin’, ooh
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at?
Got me a job sellin’ records
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Miami for your surgery, ooh Send you to Dr.