Lyrics

It's Chuck Dizzle live and direct The homie Ky Richy in here man Turn this shit up man stop playing Aye Aye Whatever it is Wherever it at Send the pin and put us all on the map aight I be myself I ain't gotta adapt Tell a hater save ya two cents go and feed the meter out back I stay ten toes down and on the beat I attack Don't bring a bitch to the studio cuz they love to distract Killed the first 16 and then I had to hit Blxst Went and got him on the feature I'm so in my bag Let me sing something for you I got tired of rapping But know my team got my back like a chiropractor You'd be surprised what you get with a little practice I'm in that c350 with that AMG package Now they don't be laughing They know it's my passion I know this gonna happen You know there's no cappin' This black and white like it's Chaplin Evgle we reppin A lethal weapon we don't need no protection And I leave with this message Aye I got money on my mind all I see is dollar signs woah And she feeling my feeling my vibe wanna ride woah Don't be killing my killing my high baby roll some more Roll some more Aye Aye Ima roll up she like what you sippin' And the way she throw it back I can't forget it I'm a starter in the game and you don't get no minutes And your girl got no head game like fitted's But all these chains getting swiped like credit And I just wanna perform at the forum no reddit Aye I just wanna go get me the check then spend it So I'm holding down the fort while Drews in London Big spender hanging like a pendant The jewels and the bezels Whippin' out the Benzo I can't take no L No I Stuck to my word velcro I pull some strings like Cello Why Blunt to the face like elbow My barber on call that's fade on site Get it while its hot I ain't waiting on mines Aye I got money on my mind all I see is dollar signs woah And she feeling my feeling my vibe wanna ride woah Don't be killing my killing my high baby roll some more Roll some more Yeah Aye Aye Now every time she try to hit me I say I be busy Got you litty riding with me in a 550 She wanna test drive in the westside of my city And vibe with me I'm in the studio with young Ky Richy Damn I thought you knew the game On top of you was on my tip before you knew the name Even though I been chasing it back I'm still new to fame I gotta flip it make it back then go break the bank So don't you be distracting if you passing do no snappin' We boujee it's a movie with closed captions We cooling don't be doing too much yapping If you gonna fuck around and get kicked out Aye Oh you missed out and had to switch routes Don't give me little just for opening your big mouth Pick up your drip when you fucking with the big boss Just don't fuck up the vibe that's what this bout You should know better Aye Who knew I got money on my mind all I see are dollar signs woah All I see are dollar signs And she feeling my feeling my vibe wanna ride woah Who knew woah Don't be killing my killing my high baby roll some more Killing my high no more Roll some more Roll some more
Writer(s): Ky Richy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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