2 Million Up Peezy, Jeezy & Real Boston Richey (Ft. Rob49)

[Chorus: Peezy]
If we locked in, ain't no switchin' up
Brodie came home, went to pick him up
Nigga killed my mans, I'm riding with a picture of him
Shoot back to the crib, went to pick the switches up
Stolen Trackhawk, got it tinted up
Caught him outside, now he in a blunt
Ain't no fallin' off, I done put two million up, nigga
Ain't no fallin' off, I done put two million up

[Verse 1: Real Boston Richey]
Uh, brodie came home, same ol' shit
Know I'm dead wrong, still front his ass a brick
Ayy, gave him ten bands, had to equip him with a switch
Stupid with the blick
I don't even know why I gave a nigga this shit
Now we right back in the shit
Goin' through it at home, but I don't even wanna date another bitch
Bust down AP two tone, either way I ain't playin on my wrist
We been thuggin' long, I know I'm dead wrong, I know you pissed
But tonight, bae, I can't make it home, I gotta bust my licks
Nigga play, I drop a bag, now that's another hit
Mmm, get some head, go take a bath, then switch another fit
Pops told me if you could make it out, then you could fuck the bitch
I been waking up, gotta bust my ass 'cause he wasn't born rich
You know how it get, brodie caught a couple cases, but we all know how it went
Couple niggas died from the other way, I don't know who spent
When I hit the D, Peezy pick me up 580 Benz, mm-mm-mm