chris paul

Chris Paul, hey

B-, you know I'm ballin', why you keep on callin' me? (Why you call?)
All this money on me look like I just hit the lottery (hit the lotto)
I know that she like me and I think she want to - me (wanna -)
In the mall, b-, I go Chris Paul (Chris Paul)
I been front line, shawty, yes, I'm ridin' with my dawgs (with my dawgs)
She like to drip like me so lil' one what I call her (what I call her)
Put that shit on, I'ma take it off, shawty (take it off)
Patek on them hoes, huh, look for all of 'em (all of 'em)

All black fashion
My bitch drippin' just like a witch, black magic
Chrome Hearts all through my crib, -, I'm havin' this (lil' - I-)
Yes, you already know that I'm geeked, why you askin' me? (Why you askin' me?)
I been off the porch, lil' -, I'm clutchin' on my .40
I ain't have no silver spoon, got it up out the streets, I forked it (b-, I forked it)
She just tried to get some money out of me, unfortunately (unfortunately)
'Cause I ain't payin' for no lil' - that ain't even worth - (yah)
(Killa, ayy)
(Killa, hey)

Hey, -, you know I'm ballin', why you keep on callin' me? (Why you callin' me?)
All this money on me look like I just hit the lottery (I hit the lotto)
I know that she like me and I think she want to swallow me (she wanna swallow)
In the mall, -, I go Chris Paul (Chris Paul)
I been front line, shawty, yes, I'm ridin' with my dawgs (with my dawgs)
She like to drip like me so lil' one what I call her (what I call her)
Put that - on, I'ma take it off, shawty
Patek on them hoes, huh, look for all of 'em

Killer, she a ladykiller
Yeah, yeah, for realer (yeah, for real)
I'm the Look Killa with the swag, I be drillin' (Killa, Killa)
She a ladykiller with the swag, she be spillin'
All black fur on my jacket, chinchilla
Tom Ford, Paul McCartney, and she goin' Stella (she goin' Stella)
Paparazzi pop my -, lil' baby, I look stellar
Your paparazzi poppin', -, I heard, yeah, you look stellar

If looks could kill, then it's first degree murder
They said that real - died, well, we resurgin' ('surgin')
N- talkin' so much -, I know they teeth dirty (teeth dirty)
I been walkin' so much -, lil' -, my feet hurtin' (hurtin')
N- movin' kinda weird, it's makin' me nervous
I ain't never runnin' out of paper, -, I keep splurgin'
I ain't never worried 'bout a hater, we gon' keep on hurtin' (hurt)
Live with all this flexin', countin' all this money, -, I'm never stressin'
I been countin' hundreds (huh, huh)
(Poppin', killer, poppin', killer)

Hey, -, you know I'm ballin', why you keep on callin' me? (Why you callin' me?)
All this money on me look like I just hit the lottery
I know that she like me and I think she wanna - me
In the mall, -, I go Chris Paul (Chris Paul)
I been front line, shawty, yes, I'm ridin' with my dawgs (ah-ah)
She like to drip like me so lil' one what I call her (what I call her)
Put that - on and take it off, shawty (take it off)
Patek on them -, huh, look for all of 'em (-)

F- them
F- a n- talkin' bout?
Poppin', Look Killa, Killa
Yeah, lil' top
Boss



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Writer(s): Kole S. Ficthorn, Elijah Y. Terry, Kerr Corey Emmanuel Ben Job, Bobby Wardell Sandimanie Iii
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