Billions Served (feat. Cane ChasinBillions)
Chasin Bands be the gang man
Wings
Yeah, yeah, yeah
CCB number 3 in the bitch you already know what it's hit'n for
Chidorah, Chidorah, Chidorah, Chidorah
I'm not judging, I'm a witness
Chidorah, Chidorah, Chidorah, Chidorah
'Bout to take a trip to Rio de Janiero
While I'm there, I'ma swipe for a Camero
No Lil' Snupe but I'm ball'n like I'm Melo
Nigga play and he get hit wit' bow-and-arrows
Got a real big blunt full of hay, iss'a scarecrow
Lit it up inside the Fifth Third, that's a bankroll
Flavors of Valero blow a cloud, made it rain bows
Say hoe, how the feng shui on the Pharoah
Runnin' money like it's nothin', flag my account
They been hatin' on me since I came out
I remember I was goin' through a whole drought
Now I'm teach'n niggaz how to bring that bag out
Got a cold dame wit' me, lotta kewchi and a bad mouth
Bitch I'm wit' the smoke, I'ma freak her like a Black and Mild
Couple rounds knock the pussy out, Manny Pacquiao
Lotta fortitude in my chest, Jerry Stackhouse
I'ma fuck a bitch 'til her legs give out
Cricket
When I'm done, I'ma kick the lil' bitch out
Wicked
I'm a dog, I ain't never did it for the clout
If any nigga sneak diss, he better watch his mouth
Hmmm, like we was takin' custies up North when we was down South
Ball'n bouncin' brazy in that water play'n Wipeout
Night time litty when I'land, like a lighthouse
How these niggaz pitch'n all this ball and never strikin' out
Ask around, I don't tolerate no disrespect
The way I live, you know I got no regrets
Give what'chu get, you can never get nothing less
I'ma show niggaz it's somethin' that's worse than death
The whole world heavy on my spine, but I shoulder press
Ask'n God's mercy for our crimes against the mortal flesh
Can't afford to pay attention, then you can't afford the risk
For my chips I up the Glizzy 46, like "Holy shit!"
Dinner-type shit, salmon, rice, broccoli ala carte
Something fishy happenin' turn a nigga face to caviar
Wizard get to click'n at'cha heels in this land of ours
Got the dopesic, gas, biters, pussy, alcohol
King Chi reign for'the days, set the protocol
King Chi reign for'the nights, like Noah's Ark
When it's on, get Napolionic, rip a Bonaparte
Type o' weed I roll up you can smell the'aroma through the jar
Choke a battle rapper in a battle I will Poppa Doc'm
Count'n money lovin' on my lady got revitalized I'm
Headed to a party in Detroit and wore the crocodiles
A-D-D wit' P-T-S-D d-d-damn I'm volatile
King Chidorah got it in the bag like McDonald's fries
Electric wit' the flow, them alkalines
Slim Booler
I'm having nightmares of get'n cash in a bundle
Lift'n and I live in the car wit' the substance
Checked my watch, accidentally ran into a punk bitch
Used to be skinny mini, harassed on some pump shit
Big .45 I was stand'n in the club with
Doin' my dance, hold'n my pants, I was stumbling
Neph' d'n passed me some thrax, I'm crumbling
A billion served out McDonald's and I'm lovin' it
Used to be a pusher, now I'm shoving it
Walk'n my dogs, if it get off the lawn
I don't fuck wit' it
Get cheese from the fiends, none from the government
Swings that 16, was nothin' to fuck with
Big bad B's I'm buzz'n wit' another bitch
Got my cousin on some other shit
Bang, bang buddy
Bad bitch be in the Balenciaga and
She got some new chains from me, I'm gone
Wings
Yeah, yeah, yeah
CCB number 3 in the bitch you already know what it's hit'n for
Chidorah, Chidorah, Chidorah, Chidorah
I'm not judging, I'm a witness
Chidorah, Chidorah, Chidorah, Chidorah
'Bout to take a trip to Rio de Janiero
While I'm there, I'ma swipe for a Camero
No Lil' Snupe but I'm ball'n like I'm Melo
Nigga play and he get hit wit' bow-and-arrows
Got a real big blunt full of hay, iss'a scarecrow
Lit it up inside the Fifth Third, that's a bankroll
Flavors of Valero blow a cloud, made it rain bows
Say hoe, how the feng shui on the Pharoah
Runnin' money like it's nothin', flag my account
They been hatin' on me since I came out
I remember I was goin' through a whole drought
Now I'm teach'n niggaz how to bring that bag out
Got a cold dame wit' me, lotta kewchi and a bad mouth
Bitch I'm wit' the smoke, I'ma freak her like a Black and Mild
Couple rounds knock the pussy out, Manny Pacquiao
Lotta fortitude in my chest, Jerry Stackhouse
I'ma fuck a bitch 'til her legs give out
Cricket
When I'm done, I'ma kick the lil' bitch out
Wicked
I'm a dog, I ain't never did it for the clout
If any nigga sneak diss, he better watch his mouth
Hmmm, like we was takin' custies up North when we was down South
Ball'n bouncin' brazy in that water play'n Wipeout
Night time litty when I'land, like a lighthouse
How these niggaz pitch'n all this ball and never strikin' out
Ask around, I don't tolerate no disrespect
The way I live, you know I got no regrets
Give what'chu get, you can never get nothing less
I'ma show niggaz it's somethin' that's worse than death
The whole world heavy on my spine, but I shoulder press
Ask'n God's mercy for our crimes against the mortal flesh
Can't afford to pay attention, then you can't afford the risk
For my chips I up the Glizzy 46, like "Holy shit!"
Dinner-type shit, salmon, rice, broccoli ala carte
Something fishy happenin' turn a nigga face to caviar
Wizard get to click'n at'cha heels in this land of ours
Got the dopesic, gas, biters, pussy, alcohol
King Chi reign for'the days, set the protocol
King Chi reign for'the nights, like Noah's Ark
When it's on, get Napolionic, rip a Bonaparte
Type o' weed I roll up you can smell the'aroma through the jar
Choke a battle rapper in a battle I will Poppa Doc'm
Count'n money lovin' on my lady got revitalized I'm
Headed to a party in Detroit and wore the crocodiles
A-D-D wit' P-T-S-D d-d-damn I'm volatile
King Chidorah got it in the bag like McDonald's fries
Electric wit' the flow, them alkalines
Slim Booler
I'm having nightmares of get'n cash in a bundle
Lift'n and I live in the car wit' the substance
Checked my watch, accidentally ran into a punk bitch
Used to be skinny mini, harassed on some pump shit
Big .45 I was stand'n in the club with
Doin' my dance, hold'n my pants, I was stumbling
Neph' d'n passed me some thrax, I'm crumbling
A billion served out McDonald's and I'm lovin' it
Used to be a pusher, now I'm shoving it
Walk'n my dogs, if it get off the lawn
I don't fuck wit' it
Get cheese from the fiends, none from the government
Swings that 16, was nothin' to fuck with
Big bad B's I'm buzz'n wit' another bitch
Got my cousin on some other shit
Bang, bang buddy
Bad bitch be in the Balenciaga and
She got some new chains from me, I'm gone
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Writer(s): Allen Jones
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