Yeah, uh-huh...
I smoked a blunt for dinner, another blunt for breakfast
2 Chainz, got 'em staring at my necklace
Let's make a sex tape and put it on Netflix (word)
Let's make a sex tape and put it on Netflix
She got it, I want it, I want it, she got it (got it)
I'm dodging paparazzi, my outfit from Versace (AOOOWW)
Copy, copy, all these niggas just copy (copy)
I just bought me a new watch and these new niggas just watchin' (tell em)
I know you had the time of your life
I know you had the time of your life
You know I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty
I'll be countin' this shit all night
I know you had the time of your life
I know you had the time of your life
You know I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty
I'll be countin' this shit all night
When I die, bury me inside the liquor store
Cause when I die, Fergie still gon' be gettin' dough (ohh)
You do what you can, I do what you can't
You smoke that Bobby B-B-Brown, we on that Shabba Ranks
I got it, you want it, you want it, I got it
My girls go shopping, that ain't a mall, that's my closet
So copy (copy), copy, all these bitches just copy
Honor student wit' double Ds, that ain't the bra, that's my ta-tas
I know you had the time of your life
I know you had the time of your life
You know I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty
I'll be countin' this shit all night
I know you had the time of your life
I know you had the time of your life
You know I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty
I'll be countin' this shit all night
{*coughs*} Yeah...
{*coughs more*} YEAH.
I'm gettin' to the monies, with an apostrophe (yeah)
Fucked her on a pile of clothes now she a closet freak (tell em)
Yeah I bear arms, I got something up my sleeve (BOW)
And when she wit' me, she don't wanna leave (no)
She just wanna freak (she do), she don't wanna sleep
Put it in her mouth (mouth) now she don't wanna speak (Tru)
Yeah I'm at the club, I got strippers at my table
I call doin' the 69 a favor for a favor
From the cradle to the grave (uh), shoot a nigga from his ankle to his waist, you can tell that I'm paid
Cause I'm high-class, fucked a bitch in her eyelashes (WOO), we in a jet, who gon' fly past us?
Tint all on my eyeglasses, I don't see ya hater (yeah)
And bitch I don't get dropped, bitch I drop the label
Goddamn!
About This Song
"Netflix" is a braggadocious party anthem that showcases 2 Chainz's trademark blend of outrageous luxury boasts and playful sexual innuendo, with the titular streaming service becoming a metaphor for modern intimacy and viral fame. The song combines heavy trap-influenced production with Fergie's pop sensibilities, creating a club-ready track that celebrates excess, designer fashion, and the intersection of technology with personal relationships. Lyrically, 2 Chainz weaves together themes of wealth, sexual confidence, and pop culture relevance, using Netflix as both a literal reference to contemporary lifestyle and a cheeky euphemism for private entertainment. The track exemplifies the early 2010s hip-hop trend of incorporating modern technology and social media culture into rap narratives, while maintaining 2 Chainz's signature absurdist humor and unapologetic materialism. Its catchy hook and quotable lines made it a standout from his B.O.A.T.S. II album, capturing the zeitgeist of streaming culture's rise in popular consciousness.
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