AZ & 2 Chainz – Motorola Era Lyrics

AZ & 2 Chainz – Motorola Era Lyrics

Motorola Era Lyrics By AZ & 2 Chainz

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Statik Selektah
Toni-

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
You put that pussy on the pedal stool
I got the Prada on the pedal on whatever’s available
I drive my cars according to which one had got gas in it
Know I got flavor, I get paid off ad-libbin’ (Toni)
I ain’t goin’ back and forth, badminton
Bad bitch, ass different (Bad)
I brag different (Brag), my bag different (Brag different)
My tag different, my mag different (Brr)
Brr (Fah), fah-fah-fah (Ok)
Ok, I’m reloadin’, surrounded by the deep throaters that meet quotas
Drop promethazine in the peach soda
Weed rollers (Yeah), I was summoned by all the street soldiers (Mm)
Cuban link on hug, you give you the cold shoulder (Woo)
I might flirt with a chicken, give her the wrong number (Mm)
I dropped the top of the year, it’s gon’ be a cold summer (Cold)
I dropped the top of the coupe, it look like a roadrunner
I grab my own dick, like, let me hold somethin’

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
We see 12 and hit the fence, Motorola era
Section 8 with low rent, Motorola era
Went from a nick to a brick, Motorola era
I got the trophy on my wrist, Motorola era
We see 12 and hit the fence, Motorola era
Section 8 with low rent, Motorola era
Went from a nick to a brick, Motorola era
I got the trophy on my wrist, Motorola era

[Outro: AZ]
Stackin’, st-st-stackin’ plenty papers
Plenty, plenty papers
Plen-plen-plen-plen-plen-, plenty papers