Chillin' (feat. J.Loot)

Sitting in my living room, shoes off, pants off
Tee off, mind off, it's all off we blow off
Steam, counting them cash, banks
We sign cheques, flaunt it, this money, we show off
Taking it easy, its breezy we feeling hella nice
The cost of working too much but we pay the price
But time to time we kick back like a cruise yeah
Again and again we hit snooze yeah

Fuck it, we chillin, all the way this feeling
From here on just know we're freewheeling, yeah
Fuck it we chilling believe we ain't do shit
But at the same time believe that we on shit

Young Cuddy
I put my celly on silent
Put that shit off - ay
We don't want nobody dialling
Krr Krr Krr
Hello Hey
Who's that on the phone
Hello
Baby no distractions, leave that shit alone
Yeah yea
You know that cuddy tryna get my ass to work
Work
That motherfucker working on my last nerve
Bitch
It's the weekend and I'm in my baby lap
And she playing with my hair
Would you quit it with the texts boss
East Coast Cuddy

Fuck it, we chillin, all the way this feeling
From here on just know we're freewheeling, yeah
Fuck it we chilling believe we ain't do shit
But at the same time believe that we on shit

I just wanna wet you up tonight
I just wanna do that shit I know you go' like
Ten times ten, that's a hundred for your love
When I put a ring up on it
You know what I'm talking 'bout girl

I just want you to come and see me tonight
Chillin by myself and you know I don't like
Having all this energy alone on the phone wit ya
When I need you right here by my side

Fuck it, we chillin, all the way this feeling
From here on just know we're freewheeling, yeah
Fuck it we chilling believe we ain't do shit
But at the same time believe that we on shit

Fuck it, we chillin, all the way this feeling
From here on just know we're freewheeling, yeah
Fuck it we chilling believe we ain't do shit
But at the same time believe that we on shit

Believe that, We on shit
Yeah, Yeah, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Tamara Van Der Westhuizen
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