Chills

Lyrics

(Intro) Ohhhh Cardo got wiiings Hooooohhh Ta ra ra ta ra ra Yeahhhh Hooooohhh (Verse 1) Payroll payroll That's my motherfucking name In the club 10 deep That's at least 20 chains Everybody eating we gon show that off But you the only one shinning You a hoe ass boss I know some niggas with bag That ain't real at all I know some 100 cats with no skrill at all I been doing what Im doing with no deal involved Tryna get the gated crib With a mill in the wall I am from the city where motherfuckers kill you for crumbs Or kill you for funds I am the controller of this slums I just chill And grind and maintain my wealth and just fall back Because most cats gon hang they selves I just sold brown dope green trees white coke I laugh in their face when I got question by the folks You the type to burn your bridges because you fucked the plug So blame the man in the mirror when you broke as fuck (Chorus) My music give the hustlers Goosebumps Get on the ground Ride the buckets Pull the coupe up You know my shit get a real nigga chills Even though time change You look by a code still I said music in the hustlers Goosebumps Get on the ground Ride the buckets Pull the coupe up You know my shit get a real bitch chills Don't let em know Nigga baby get that skrill (Verse 2) Real bitches like that's ma shit They ain't fucking with you talk that shit The old Gs like floss that whip I watch your since kid gon floss your wrist A young nigga told me I got his money right Helped him stack 10 When he pop me in And he like I only fuck with yall Others niggas copying Not really since you in the street I know its not pretend This shit I talk broke nigga can't comprehend Spot money in my pocket It all 5 or 10s Im selling old stinking behind my shinning wind Took a L and it was back to selling dimes again damn But the struggle made me go hard So when I balled again I had to spend a little more smarter You want that watch but get that chips glue Stacking money, copping ???? It feel like buying gym shoe (Chorus) My music in the hustlers Goosebumps Get on the ground Ride the buckets Pull the coupe up You know my shit get a real nigga chills Even though time change You look by a code still I said music in the hustlers Goosebumps Get on the ground Ride the buckets Pull the coupe up You know my shit get a real bitch chills Don't let em know Nigga baby get that skrill Getting money Getting money bitch Getting money to this Getting money to this Motherfucker