YBN Nahmir - 2 Seater (feat. G Eazy & Offset)

[Intro: G-Eazy]
(Got it on smash)
Yeah, yeah (Go Grizz)
Haha, you already know (Hitmaka), yeah

[Chorus: YBN Nahmir]
Two-seater, ridin' with your bitch
Butterfly doors on the Benz
Runnin' through bands, I'm rich
Everything president tints
I'm on Ocean with a bad ho
Top down, she got flewed out
On the back seat with extendo
Smokin' indo with my jewels out
Two-seater, ridin' with your bitch
Butterfly doors on the Benz
Runnin' through bands, I'm rich
Everything president tints
I'm on Ocean with a bad ho
Top down, she got flewed out
On the back seat with extendo
Smokin' indo with my jewels out

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
One-twenty, I blew right by you, uh
I just told a bad bitch slide through
Two-seater, hop in, she can ride through
Whip the Ferrari through the Chick-fil-A drive-thru, uh
High as an Einstein IQ, yeah
She gon' get my name as a tattoo
No square shit, that's a taboo
Let's do Nobu in Malibu
YBN, she skiin', he tap out, put G in
Lil' bad bitch Korean, hop out, my whip European
On Broadway like all day
Know I fuck with Nahmir, yeah, the long way
She just left my hotel
Did a clean walk of shame down the hallway (Hahahaha), ooh, yeah
Money with the squad, get money with the squad, get money with the squad, ooh
Put that on God, man, I stay on my job, it's the young heartthrob, uh
Money with the squad, get money with the squad, get money with the squad (Get money), uh
Put that on God, man, I stay on my job, it's the young heartthrob

[Chorus: YBN Nahmir]
Two-seater, ridin' with your bitch
Butterfly doors on the Benz
Runnin' through bands, I'm rich
Everything president tints
I'm on Ocean with a bad ho
Top down, she got flewed out
On the back seat with extendo
Smokin' indo with my jewels out
Two-seater, ridin' with your bitch
Butterfly doors on the Benz
Runnin' through bands, I'm rich
Everything president tints
I'm on Ocean with a bad ho
Top down, she got flewed out
On the back seat with extendo
Smokin' indo with my jewels out

[Verse 2: YBN Nahmir]
Ridin' with a thick bitch, wrist on big shit
Top down coupe with the stick shift
On your bitch wishlist, YBN big fish
Shrimp ass nigga, you a fishstick
Smokin' prerolls with a bad ho
Drop that zero, fuck with a hero
I'm on South Beach on a jet-ski
Bitch tryna find me like Nemo
Bankrolls, all hundreds, yeah
That's your bitch? I want her, yeah
If the bitch outta pocket, I shoot like a rocket
Hundred round drum on the stick, I'll pop 'em

[Chorus: YBN Nahmir & Offset]
Two-seater, ridin' with your bitch
Butterfly doors on the Benz
Runnin' through bands, I'm rich
Everything president tints
I'm on Ocean with a bad ho
Top down, she got flewed out
On the back seat with extendo
Smokin' indo with my jewels out
Two-seater, ridin' with your bitch
Butterfly doors on the Benz
Runnin' through bands, I'm rich
Everything president tints
I'm on Ocean with a bad ho
Top down, she got flewed out
On the back seat with the extendo (Woo, woo, woo)
Smokin' indo with my jewels out (Offset)

[Verse 3: Offset]
Money with the gang, put baguettes on the chain (Gang)
Mulsanne, the Range, or the coupe with no brain (Brain)
Clout on they name, but they do this shit for fame (Clout)
Eat the candy cane and it got her neck sprained (Eat it)
I'm a pimp with the cane with these diamonds on my ring (Pimp)
Let the gang hit her, we don't even know her name (Who?)
Mixed Margiela with Alexander Wang (Mixed)
Countin' up the money 'til my thumb got sprained (Ah)
These niggas be cap, the money not the same (Cap)
Shawty ass fat, can I offer you a drink? (Fat)
It's a nigga in the back, he don't talk, he insane (Shh)
Hit him with the flames and he droppin' the names (Drop)
Ooh, it's a shame, she got curves in her frame (Ooh)
Hit her one time with your bitch and the gang (Hey)
Nigga taking my drip, might as well take my name (Who?)
See these niggas plottin' and they watchin', tryna hate (Plot)
Walkin' in the bank (Bank), take it out the bank (Bank)
My daughter is a saint (Saint), No Limit with the tank (Tank)
Made a hundred bands (Bands), plus a hundred bands (Bands)
Plus another half a million, do the Running Man (Bands)
Your baby mama ain't nothin', what you nutted in? (Nothin')
You want smoke, ah, ah, got you stutterin' (Ah, ah)
Hoppin' on a jet, goin' to the motherland (Jet)
Got another check, then I did the Running Man (Check, shh)