Phantom Bangladesh (Ft. 2 Chainz & Birdman)

[Intro: Bangladesh]
It’s like a black man heaven here
My nigga 2 Chainz bringing 2 cups and extendo blunts
It’s all bay when that nigga baby pull up

[Hook]
Pull up in the Phantom, chaufer with the doors off
Hop out in the city, see a nigga showin up
Money in the air, a couple bottles pourin up
Fat lady singin at the opera, yea it’s over now
It’s over now, shit is over now
Fat lady singin at the opera, yea it’s over now

[Verse 1: Bangladesh]
Young nigga got stripes, bar code
I’ll be with your honey, buzzin like the bar closed
Choppers taking targets, shootin up marshals
Rolls, the pack’s money in the backseat, star mode
Phantom grills shinin like a new Porsche
And pardon me partner, I park it with my eyes closed
Front door lookin like a car show in Boston
Country then a mug, hold a child, where’s my cardinal?
Louie belt buckle, watch me rope em like the cattle pry
I give your ass a smack before I give your ass a ride
I shred it down, I arrive in the nick of time
I pull the choppa off the top and make you change your mind
You on enemy turf, she got me in a purse
20 grand for the rims, half a mill for the work
A couple bands, I make Rosanne sing Rihanna verse
Like oh na na, what that nigga worth?
All car precious, make that heffer come and sing in person
I’m so aggressive, any second I could switch to murkin
Like Figaro, tell your ho we ain’t come for flirtin
I shut that motherfucker down, closed curtains