10 Bracelets Songtext
von 2 Chainz feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Buddah bless this beat) yeah

More whips then Kunta Kinte
Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape, the block was caliente (hi)
Put the boxing gloves on, showed you how to beat cases
If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it (yeah)

Arm full of 10 bracelets
I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets
I got a arm full of 10 bracelets
Arm filled with 10 bracelets (what?)
I got a arm full of 10 bracelets (nah mean)
I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets

Hold up, hold up, she basic money stuffed in briefcases
Buddah beat, I cremate it, I did the hook, I remade it
Mike Amiri jeans ain′t it, pussy make me fiend lately
I just bought a team, nigga, rest in peace to bean, nigga

Niggas ain't sipping no drank, you sipping Listerine, nigga
Pocket side 380, but it still came with a beam, nigga
Straight from ATL, world call me 2 (2)
Own my own restaurant, I′on even buy food


Own my own weed, I'on even buy gas (gas)
Got my own bitch, I'on even buy ass (nah mean)
Got the pain on me and I got a deadly stab
Bought my shooter Neosporin, his index finger got a rash

More whips then Kunta Kinte
Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape, the block was caliente (hi)
Put the boxing gloves on, showed you how to beat cases
If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it (yeah)

Arm full of 10 bracelets
I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets
I got a arm full of 10 bracelets
Arm filled with 10 bracelets (what?)
I got a arm full of 10 bracelets
I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets

Switched the plans ship sinking, dead friends Ben Franklin
Foreign engine for a young nigga, man, that shit dangerous
Doing the dash while I′m switchin′ lanes, money what I'm thinkin′
Got different fantasies for 60 thousand just for one painting

Money tall now it won't fold up, it was small now it done grown up
I′on like the conversation, fuck relations, hang the phone up
In the cell mad at the ones I love, I ain't never picked the phone up
Patek plain, I fly to Shyne and switch the tone up


And this is the life when it′s good, don't reimburse me
I be givin' everything back that she gave then left me hurtin′
And I know it ain′t right, everything certain
Just like everything surface, jump in that Maybach, close the curtains

More whips then Kunta Kinte
Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape, the block was caliente (hi)
Put the boxing gloves on, showed you how to beat cases
If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it (yeah)

Arm full of 10 bracelets
I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets
I got a arm full of 10 bracelets
Arm filled with 10 bracelets (what?)
I got a arm full of 10 bracelets
I got my arm filled with 10 bracelets

He go to the door with a .38
I hear him say, "Hell, no" and we go blam
Cuh looked at me, I looked at cuh
Earl come back there with me
He stumbled, "Wo-wo, wo, wo" stumbled on me

Alright, man, gone out here goddamn playing
Come take a play, cuh like, "Ayy b
I'on think he playing bruh the nigga side gone"
I said, "What?", nigga whole side was missing
But it hadn′t blown up yet
Like ain't no blow, ain′t no blood, yet