Chrome Heart

[Verse 1: Yung Bleu] I heard some niggas want to kill me they ain't spin yet Fuck I look like beefing he ain't made 20 mil yet And I ain't even post the pictures on my last check I probably fuck a nigga sister on this big ass jet Fuck a feature I want money, power, and respect I got my bitches in my phone getting neglected My main mission is to get all the opp hoes pregnant Then make their kids kill their step daddy, fuck em (yeah) I'm in the block spot some bitches I ain't even fucked Before you open your mouth about a nigga, clean your pussy up Humble ass **** used to feel like I ain't good enough We robbing the robbers them shooter don't even drill enough Told him spin the block one more time you ain't kill enough And I got twin 50s on the bitch you get titty fucked My lil youngin in here with a street sweeper clean the city up Go and ask and I told em you send em boys we gone send em up [Chorus] Got my money up I feeling like the shit right now Lookin' like I just served a brick right now I pay for it fuck you and your clique right now Bitch we do this all the time pipe down Oh yeah, Ring around the rosie why you in the nosebleeds? Girl you with a rich nigga now And I could put you on them floor seats Long as you hold me Long as you can hold me down [Verse 2] I get this feeling in my stomach when I'm thinking about you I hope you feel it when I'm coming cause I'm cumming inside you I put my trust in you just like I put my trust in the bible Think I finesse you out some money they would never survive How the fuck I'ma let a nigga be my master Nigga, you don't even know your masters I'm a big billy goat I ain't never been a cattle It's the principle little nigga I'ma hit you with that paddle Brrr and they scatter If it's anything I'm loyal to a fault How the fuck you scared of turning another nigga to a boss I'm in this Maybach like I signed a deal with Ross The smallest things turn me off I tell my driver drop me off, fuck it [Chorus] Got my money up I feeling like the shit right now Lookin' like I just served a brick right now I pay for it fuck you and your clique right now Bitch we do this all the time pipe down Oh yeah, Ring around the rosie why you in the nosebleeds? Girl you with a rich nigga now And I could put you on them floor seats Long as you hold me Long as you can hold me down [Verse 3] Yeah the key to stacking money just don't spend it til you get it The key to life don't speak on the dead speak to the living Keep the Christmas lights cause everyday it feels like Christmas Two cookie cutters for a nigga sliding down my chimney I've been smart, I've been wise, I've been with it So its hard to go against me Ain't no cereal number or no tags on them switches Better get your man or you'll be history Yeah I put you first class on the private Put a bad bitch on the private (you what the fuck going on here) On the private [Outro] Yeah, you know I talk my shit How you playin with them dope boys, yeah How you playin with them lil boys