Chrome
Money talks, my pocket's got a lot of shit to say
Can't help everyone, at least make sure the fam gon' be okay
Of course some niggas and they gonna hate I'm richer than them at the end of the day
They want the smoke then I'm bringin' a vape uh, Check, rock, boul, we can shoot for the pape
We in the streets, we got no other way I try to avoid sum, I can't escape
It was a point when my money had paused Now I go nuts every week on a play
A nigga run up, he gon' need him a doctor This chopper gon' beat on his body like Dre
Me and my cousin be runnin' it up I think there's a hustle in our DNA
I went and told them that I'ma be rich Them niggas laughed cause they ain't believe me
They said they whole camp playin' with sticks But he just be typin' like he on PC
When I get jewelry, don't want the rose gold
I like it flashy, show me the vv's
Yeah, we'll start to split up the pizza
That's why each of our fingers is cheesy
Them niggas said that they want my hat
It ain't my fault, your man lost his beanie
People all thought it was my homie for real
They only hit me up, my niggas need me
Black motherfuckers who killin' each other
The only time they wanna put us on TV
Harder for the next, so she know not to leave me
My heart non-existent now, it ain't hard to move on
And we gettin' money now, our thumbs is gettin strong
I been knew you was hatin', you was doubtin all along
Even after I got you right, you still had did me wrong
I can't even cap it, hurt when you left me alone
When I'm on that road, I always pray to make it home
They wan' stop my heart from beatin', so I keep the chrome
An inch away from greatness, I done did it on my own
BOOM
Runnin' that shit to the ceiling, if niggas don't
hate on me now, I'ma give em' a reason Fell off with some of my niggas, but one of em
I'm gonna bang him as soon as I see em' How you gon' say that we brothers, and then
turn around and let money come get in between us
Double Two-Oh, it's just me and my family Just in case you niggas don't know the meaning
All fun and games, 'till shit start bleedin' Catch a few shots, on point like a needle
If we a team, then we all eating And I wish wealth on all my people
Bro in the lab, mixin' up chemicals shit ain't No science, he pourin' a liter
Bitch, we ain't fuckin' this shit a two-seater No, no, I think I'm a master
Why niggas be askin' for favors But when I need em', they never answer
These bullets spread like a disease And they cannot beat it shit is like cancer
And before I let niggas defeat us I'm in all black cuttin' shit like a panther
And these shells droppin' like change And I make it rain like I love the dancers
I remember Trap came home, dead broke And next thing you know, he had all the fetty
Ain't put us on, ain't take it personal Bro, just felt like y'all ain't ready
We stayed down, now it's our time No stress about funds, we all could get it
She eat my meat and my balls, spaghetti Only gotta make a call we ready
My heart non-existent now, it ain't hard to move on
And we gettin' money now, our thumbs is gettin strong
I been knew you was hatin', you was doubtin all along
Even after I got you right, you still had did me wrong
I can't even cap it, hurt when you left me alone
When I'm on that road, I always pray to make it home
They wan' stop my heart from beatin', so I keep the chrome
An inch away from greatness, I done did it on my own
Can't help everyone, at least make sure the fam gon' be okay
Of course some niggas and they gonna hate I'm richer than them at the end of the day
They want the smoke then I'm bringin' a vape uh, Check, rock, boul, we can shoot for the pape
We in the streets, we got no other way I try to avoid sum, I can't escape
It was a point when my money had paused Now I go nuts every week on a play
A nigga run up, he gon' need him a doctor This chopper gon' beat on his body like Dre
Me and my cousin be runnin' it up I think there's a hustle in our DNA
I went and told them that I'ma be rich Them niggas laughed cause they ain't believe me
They said they whole camp playin' with sticks But he just be typin' like he on PC
When I get jewelry, don't want the rose gold
I like it flashy, show me the vv's
Yeah, we'll start to split up the pizza
That's why each of our fingers is cheesy
Them niggas said that they want my hat
It ain't my fault, your man lost his beanie
People all thought it was my homie for real
They only hit me up, my niggas need me
Black motherfuckers who killin' each other
The only time they wanna put us on TV
Harder for the next, so she know not to leave me
My heart non-existent now, it ain't hard to move on
And we gettin' money now, our thumbs is gettin strong
I been knew you was hatin', you was doubtin all along
Even after I got you right, you still had did me wrong
I can't even cap it, hurt when you left me alone
When I'm on that road, I always pray to make it home
They wan' stop my heart from beatin', so I keep the chrome
An inch away from greatness, I done did it on my own
BOOM
Runnin' that shit to the ceiling, if niggas don't
hate on me now, I'ma give em' a reason Fell off with some of my niggas, but one of em
I'm gonna bang him as soon as I see em' How you gon' say that we brothers, and then
turn around and let money come get in between us
Double Two-Oh, it's just me and my family Just in case you niggas don't know the meaning
All fun and games, 'till shit start bleedin' Catch a few shots, on point like a needle
If we a team, then we all eating And I wish wealth on all my people
Bro in the lab, mixin' up chemicals shit ain't No science, he pourin' a liter
Bitch, we ain't fuckin' this shit a two-seater No, no, I think I'm a master
Why niggas be askin' for favors But when I need em', they never answer
These bullets spread like a disease And they cannot beat it shit is like cancer
And before I let niggas defeat us I'm in all black cuttin' shit like a panther
And these shells droppin' like change And I make it rain like I love the dancers
I remember Trap came home, dead broke And next thing you know, he had all the fetty
Ain't put us on, ain't take it personal Bro, just felt like y'all ain't ready
We stayed down, now it's our time No stress about funds, we all could get it
She eat my meat and my balls, spaghetti Only gotta make a call we ready
My heart non-existent now, it ain't hard to move on
And we gettin' money now, our thumbs is gettin strong
I been knew you was hatin', you was doubtin all along
Even after I got you right, you still had did me wrong
I can't even cap it, hurt when you left me alone
When I'm on that road, I always pray to make it home
They wan' stop my heart from beatin', so I keep the chrome
An inch away from greatness, I done did it on my own
Credits
Writer(s): Alhagie El-malik
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