Where U Been?

(feat. Cap-1) [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] I keep my hoes in check, you buy Nike for yours Say they want that loud, I'mma bring that noise Check my watch on a flight, yeah, I call that airtime Murk 'em in the middle of the street, that gon' be his deadline (tell 'em) Yeah, you gon' respect mine, got a body on my Tec-9 Say you nobody 'till somebody gon' body you, flatline (BOW) Pocket full of dead guys and you know I'm anti Anti-social, anti-labor, anti-cool nigga, ain't I? You looking at a star that's phased out, trying to take my style then take off I go to work with no days off, everything I own paid off (Tru) Shawty pussy hair shaved off and she did it just for me, nigga Would skip you like a spacebar, but I much rather delete niggas (DAMN) [Hook: 2 Chainz] I've been getting money, where the fuck you been? (Hold up) I've been getting money, where the fuck you been? (Turn up) I've been getting money, where the fuck you been? (Yeah) I've been getting money, where the fuck you been? (I told her) Bought a new crib just to fuck you in (I told her) Bought a new crib just to fuck you in (I told her) Bought a new crib just to fuck you in (tell 'em) I've been getting to the money, where the fuck you been? [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Gucci hat (Gucci hat), Gucci belt If you wrote a autobiography you'd have to sue yourself You lying ass, codeine in my wine glass I know you had a wild past, I ain't fucked you in a while with your wild ass I get high and I fly past, I don't know nothing 'bout iChat I work in this iPhone they need an app called iTrap I trap, shining like a night night lamp I just hit my girlfriend and asked her where her wife at (tell 'em) White cup, white hat, laying on a white couch (Tru) Got that presidential and a residential white house Nigga saying "who?" (who) like a white owl You can see me shinin' (shinin') with the light out [Hook] [Verse 3: Cap-1] Turn five to a ten to a twenty to fifty to hundred My niggas get money, I want it (BEEP) I ride through the city my niggas got choppers My bitch she's so pretty that's my pocahontas Everything on me I shine like a trophy Run up a check while they watch out for police Versace my pinky, a brick on my Rollie The Cali Ferrari I'm feeling like Kobe TRU to the death of me, nigga Killers on the right and left of me, nigga My destiny nigga to get all this money I can't share that whole recipe with you, nigga (nah) My nigga told me "get 'em" did it I got 'em Stand on that couch, drink out of the bottle That .40 got hollows, that bitch she gon' swallow Get to the money I'm keeping Chicago (yeah) Bought a new crib just to fuck you in (and what) Bought the Benz just to fuck your friends Giuseppe's 900 with that gold boss (Tru) Everything 'bout me wrong like a dope charge (turn up) [Hook]