Chrome Heart
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I heard some niggas wanna kill me, they ain't spin yet
Fuck I look like beefing?
You ain't made twenty mil' yet
And I ain't even posting pictures on that lil' ass check
I probably fuck a nigga sister on this big ass jet
Fuck a feature, I want money, power and respect
I got my pictures in my phone getting neglected
My main mission to get all the opp hoes pregnant
And make their kids kill their stepdaddy, fuck 'em
Yeah
I'm in the blogs about some bitches I ain't even fuck
'Fore you open your mouth about a nigga, clean your pussy up
Humble-ass nigga, used to feel like I ain't good enough
We robbing the robbers, your shooters don't even drill enough
Foenem spin the block one more time, you ain't kill enough
And I got twin 50s on this bitch, you get titty-fucked
My lil' youngin in here with a street sweeper, clean the city up
Go and ask him, I told him, "You send them boys, we gon' send '
Em up." Got my money up, I'm feeling like the shit right now
Looking like I just served a brick right now
I'll pay for it, fuck you and your clique right now
Bitch, we do this all the time, pipe down
Oh, yeah
Ring around the rosies, why you want to nosebleed?
Girl, you with a rich nigga now
And I can put you on them floor seats
Long as you can hold me, long as you can hold me down
I get this feeling in my stomach when I'm banging them bodies
I hope you feel it when I'm coming 'cause I'm coming inside you
I put my trust in you just like I put my trust in the Bible
Think I finessed you out some money, that wasn't nothing but survival
How the fuck I'ma let a nigga be my master?
Nigga, you don't even own your master
I'm a big Billy Goat, I ain't never been a cattle
It's the principle, lil' nigga, I might hit you with that paddle
Brr, and they scatter
More than anything, I would love you to a fault
How the fuck you scared to turn another nigga to a boss?
I'm in this Maybach like I signed a deal with Ross
The smallest things turn me off, I tell my driver, "Drop you off," uh
Got my money up, I'm feeling like the shit right now
Looking like I just served a brick right now
I'll pay for it, fuck you and your clique right now
Bitch, we do this all the time, pipe down
Oh, yeah
Ring around the rosies, why you want to nosebleed?
Girl, you with a rich nigga now
And I can put you on them floor seats
Long as you can hold me, long as you can hold me down
Yeah, the key to stacking money, just don't spend it 'til you get it
The key to life, don't speak on the dead, speak to the living
Keep the Christmas light 'cause every day it feel like Christmas
Two cookie cutters for a nigga sliding down my chimney
I've been smart, I've been wise, I've been with it
So it's hard to go against me
Ain't no serial number or no tags on them switches
Better get your man or you'll be history
Yeah
I put you first class on a private
Put a bad bitch on a private
You know what the fuck going on with it
On a private
Yeah
You know I'm gonna talk my shit
Why you playing with them little boys?
Yeah
Why you playing with them little boys?
Mm-hmm