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

4 AM, I’m just gettin’ started
Practice makes perfect but nobody’s perfect, ooh
Representin’, we the squad, really (oh, yeah)
You keep playin’ with me, I end up signing your boss
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah
Everybody in here pregnant, ‘cept my partner and them
Had to use my jeweler for a reference
Pop it, flick it

Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
Your nigga’s lookin’ at the bills, askin’ you for half
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]

You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)

Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas
Jumpin’ out the cake and that’s surprisin’, ooh
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah
[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Don’t stop trappin’, boy
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)
I ain’t wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss

You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top

Drench god, drench god, really
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
Tec got the Rollie, now I get it
Anytime she wanna dip I’m providin’ the sauce
Ooh, talkin’ tequila for the pipe-up
I’ma pull up in that bulet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, On a killin’ rapper spree and nigga, you next
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh
For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Pickin’ up the duffel bag like exercisin’, ooh

Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Got me a job sellin’ records
Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
If it wasn’t for the struggle then I wouldn’t be me
Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crewneck
Reminiscin’ ’bout the trap, playin’ the first Carter
Started last night, still goin’
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga
M-M-M-Murda

Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant
Bought mama new house ’cause she deserve it, ooh
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
Got ’bout twelve racks
Might use her legs for a necklace
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop a pin, send location (skrrt, skrrt)
Pop it, flick it

Twelve racks strong
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)
Might buy a charm with the extras
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
My life changed when I had my first daughter
Damn right, bro
Got ’bout twelve racks this mornin’
Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at?
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)
Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
Pop it, flick it

Rock with Champagne P
Ooh, I’m on my wave like a durag
But we gettin’ this money though, I’m tellin’ you that
I used to sell drugs for a living
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz & Travis Scott]
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Ooh, they talkin’, chillin’, watchin’ Netflix (straight up)
[Outro]
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn!
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
In a group with the best rapper that’s alive, ooh
Got my first quarter flippin’ fifty-dollar slabs