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