Chrome ER Sum

Huh, smokin on gas from the big WA Huh, yeah Yeah, yeah, and take off Bread, and take off Huh, yeah Smoking on gas in the big WA Just stepped out in hell Bout to get this bread and Ima take off I don't wish you well Its S O E or you're not nun Bout to spend this bread on chrome or some' Amiri my bones, I walk it down Made these racks in the big body (huh, yeah) Get your bread up, your money tiny Save that brick for nobody You want all this cash you couldn't get back It ain't on me, I'm still countin' Smokin on something a lil louder (yeah) Revenge in my backpack, that's something you lack Rick Owens my nick-nacks, don't talk about cash Yeah I got a big bag, nobody can gap Saeed gon pick that, twenty-ball in his lap Huh, huh I got to choose, the body or the blues Which one goes? My beat up shoes Your money as real as my plastic tooth You stay on my bitch like its bag-a-boo I aint fuckin with you, I wont SeeYouSoon huh How you nineteen and still out of tune? If you an op to grey, you an op to a lot of these goons I got a lot to say, and a lot of time to talk to this booze I got money to make, don't got time to talk to a fool Last time I checked my money been makin some moves Hippy bitch got drip like, prr, like Peri My brodie got big, like big, like Larry My girl got a bag to big, can't carry You know we all rich, stop starring Smoking on gas in the big WA Just stepped out in hell Bout to get this bread and Ima take off I don't wish you well Its S O E or you're not nun Bout to spend this bread on chrome or some' Amiri my bones, I walk it down Made these racks in the big body (huh, yeah) Get your bread up, your money tiny Save that brick for nobody You want all this cash you couldn't get back It ain't on me, I'm still countin' Smokin on something a lil louder