2 Chainz teams up with Cap 1 and producer Mike Will for the second single off his highly anticipated sophomore album. The track is called, “Where U Been?” a reminder to listeners that he’s been around for a long time. Check out the Download, Lyrics, and Video here…

Download: 2 Chainz ft. Cap 1 – “Where U Been?”

Lyrics:

2 Chainz!

I keep my hoes in check, you buy Nike for yoursSay they want that loud, I’mma bring that noiseCheck my watch on a flightYeah, I call that airtimeMurk ’em in the middle of the streetThat gon’ be his deadlineYeah, you gon’ respect mine, got a body on my Tec-9Say you nobody ’till somebody gon’ body you, flatlinePocket full of dead guys and you know I’m antiAnti-social, anti-lameBut ain’t I cool n****, ain’t I?You looking at a star that’s spaced outThey try to take my style and then take offI go to work with no days offEverything I own paid offShawty p**** hair shaved offAnd she did it just for me, n****Would skip you like a spacebarBut I much rather delete n****s

I’ve been getting money, where the f*** you been?I’ve been getting money, where the f*** you been?I’ve been getting money, where the f*** you been?I’ve been getting money, where the f*** you been?Bought a new crib just to f*** you inBought a new crib just to f*** you inBought a new crib just to f*** you inI’ve been getting to the money, where the f*** you been?

Gucci hat (Gucci hat), Gucci beltIf you wrote a autobiographyYou’d have to sue yourselfYour lying a**, codeine in my wine glassI know you had a wild pastI ain’t f***ed you in a while with your wild a**I get high and I fly pastI don’t know nothing ’bout iChatI work in this iPhone they need an app called iTrapI trap, shining like a night lampI just hit my girlfriend and asked her where her wife atWhite cup, white hat, laying on a white couchGot that presidential and a residential white houseN**** saying “who?” (who) like a white owlYou can see me shinin’ (shinin’) with the light out

Turn five to a ten to a twenty to fifty to hundredMy n****s get money, I want it (Beep!)Ride through the city my n****s got choppersMy b**** she’s so pretty that’s my PocahontasEverything on me I shine like a trophyRun up a check while they watch out for policeVersace my pinky, a brick on my RollieThe Cali Ferrari I’m feeling like KobeTru’ that’s to the death of me, n****Killers on the right and left of me, n****My destiny n**** to get all this moneyI can’t share that whole recipe with you, n****My n**** told me “get ’em” did it I got ’emStand on that couch, drink out of the bottleThat .40 got hollows, that b**** she gon’ swallowGet to that money, I’m king of ChicagoBought a new crib just to f*** you inBought the Benz just to f*** your friendsGiuseppe’s 900 with that gold bossEverything ’bout me raw like a dope charge

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