Chains

When I break the chains Ima go up
When I lit the Bic watch the flames roar
I was lookin to get paid and became the plug
The money is the rage I can't get enough

Suicide before you pop
You'll decide once you make it to the top
She a Prada feign but I Saint Laurent a lot
All those lines on the table watch her clear em out
Gotta problem trust me it aint what you want
Couple Eastern Europeans tryna take me home
Booked a first calls flight sipping on Merlot
Its a long uber ride cus she far from home yea

Did It
For you
My love
Is true
Ride off
To you
And you call back (Shit)
Im just drinkin finessin
Drownin In my regrets
She won't leave cus I'm next

When I break the chains Ima go up
When I lit the Bic watch the flames roar
I was lookin to get paid and became the plug
The money is the rage I can't get enough

Verified on this side you not in can't pretend
Try to play her part because the shit I pulled up in
(Whoa)
Watch her walk the runway now she crawling in my bed
Thoroughbred model she gon ride it till the end
I prescribe what you like
The type of drugs that make you fly in tonight
Fuck what they say you can't deny it
I see you eyeing
Im wide awake they one sideline they want me silent

When I break the chains ima go up
When I lit the Bic watch the flames roar
I was lookin to get paid and became the plug
The money is the rage I can't get enough



Credits
Writer(s): Bobby Robinson
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