I don't trust a soul, I don't trust nobody Threw up off some pills, I don't trust my own body You would takin' her shoppin', you took her to Chrome probably It only took me one call, got the dome out of her Just hit this ho, her boyfriend book me for a show, ah I'm rockin' white and gold, it look like I got mob ties Water comin' in and out, it never was a drought Fuck the opposition, hit they strip then air it out
Pay attention, pay attention Pay attention, finna show you how to get it First you make a hundred moving, whippin' chickens Then you stay down, stack your racks, don't ever spend 'em Forgiatos, Panoramas smooth spinnin' Extra green up in my pocket look like spinach I put gold all in my mouth, I hate the dentist Gon' pour two more lines then I'm finished I said, better late than never, better late than never Yeah, better late than never, better late than never I said, better late than never, better late than never Yeah, better late than never, better late than never Yeah, I call my black bitch “Wet Throat” She ain't pop it out, I left her at the Loews They won't get up out my way, I run 'em over
I don't trust a soul, I don't trust nobody Threw up off some pills, I don't trust my own body You would takin' her shoppin', you took her to Chrome probably It only took me one call, got the dome out of her Just hit this ho, her boyfriend book me for a show, ah I'm rockin' white and gold, it look like I got mob ties Water comin' in and out, it never was a drought Fuck the opposition, hit they strip then air it out
Director: Neve Abcari Producer: Justin Lewis AD: Andy Lopez DP: Eli Leibow 1st AC: Nick Buckwalter Gaffer: Alex Flanagan Grip: Anshul Shankhdhar & Yorick Moran PA: Alexander Alas VHS: whatisityousee Editor: Neve Abcari Color: Ricardo SP GFX: sblngr CRT: Liam Walsh
I don't trust a soul, I don't trust nobody Threw up off some pills, I don't trust my own body You would takin' her shoppin', you took her to Chrome probably It only took me one call, got the dome out of her Just hit this ho, her boyfriend book me for a show, ah I'm rockin' white and gold, it look like I got mob ties Water comin' in and out, it never was a drought Fuck the opposition, hit they strip then air it out
Pay attention, pay attention Pay attention, finna show you how to get it First you make a hundred moving, whippin' chickens Then you stay down, stack your racks, don't ever spend 'em Forgiatos, Panoramas smooth spinnin' Extra green up in my pocket look like spinach I put gold all in my mouth, I hate the dentist Gon' pour two more lines then I'm finished I said, better late than never, better late than never Yeah, better late than never, better late than never I said, better late than never, better late than never Yeah, better late than never, better late than never Yeah, I call my black bitch “Wet Throat” She ain't pop it out, I left her at the Loews They won't get up out my way, I run 'em over
I don't trust a soul, I don't trust nobody Threw up off some pills, I don't trust my own body You would takin' her shoppin', you took her to Chrome probably It only took me one call, got the dome out of her Just hit this ho, her boyfriend book me for a show, ah I'm rockin' white and gold, it look like I got mob ties Water comin' in and out, it never was a drought Fuck the opposition, hit they strip then air it out
Director: Neve Abcari Producer: Justin Lewis AD: Andy Lopez DP: Eli Leibow 1st AC: Nick Buckwalter Gaffer: Alex Flanagan Grip: Anshul Shankhdhar & Yorick Moran PA: Alexander Alas VHS: whatisityousee Editor: Neve Abcari Color: Ricardo SP GFX: sblngr CRT: Liam Walsh
#RichAmiri #OneCallRich Amiri - COUNT MY BANDZ (Official Lyric Video)Rich Amiri2024-09-20 | Stream "COUNT MY BANDZ" on all platforms now richamiri.lnk.to/countmybandz
Lyrics: Talk to me, talk to me, baby, I don't bite I'll post you on my 'Gram, I'll change your fuckin' life Yeah
Better keep it cool 'cause this shit could get ugly 'Member I was dead broke, now I got some money Feds on my trail, I ain't goin', flee the country Never tuck my tail, I want war, boy, I love beef Knew you was a hoe You want smoke about a hoe, huh? Never tell a lie but I might tell you a joke, huh F430, in that 'Rari doin' donuts Pop out with a new bitch, I cut off my old one
You can’t even talk to me you don't got an M Ayy, pushin' in that fast bitch, 10 times 10 I'm up in Atlanta, fuck a thottie in a penthouse Wonder if she knew that she won't see me again, wow Talk to me, talk to me, baby, I don't bite I'll post you on my 'Gram, I'll change your fuckin' life I'm a real deal spiller, pull up sharper than a knife Let's hit Four Seasons, let me fuck you on the skylight I ain't take no Perc in a minute, I’m itching Baby, I ain't got no other women (Ha), I'm kiddin' I be havin' hoes like I'm a pimp (Pimp), I'm pimpin' Booted on the court like Scottie Pippen, ain't missin'
Better keep it cool 'cause this shit could get ugly 'Member I was dead broke, now I got some money Feds on my trail, I ain't goin', flee the country Never tuck my tail, I want war, boy, I love beef Knew you was a hoe You want smoke about a hoe, huh? Never tell a lie but I might tell you a joke, huh F430, in that 'Rari doin' donuts Pop out with a new bitch, I cut off my old oneRich Amiri - OUT MY MIND (Official Audio)Rich Amiri2024-06-28 | Stream "OUT MY MIND" on all platforms now richamiri.lnk.to/outmymind
Lyrics:
Yeah, go 'head, roll another one up Yeah, go ‘head, roll another one up Pourin' out pain when I pour up Hard to keep a smile when it's no love for you Wasn't nobody there for the come up, everybody want some You was 'posed to be my big homie, when you left me I was scared to call you Know you had to get your money too, but a nigga was depending on you Baby brother got a Richard Millie, he ain't even have to get it from me Momma said she wanna leave the city, took a G5 to California Top shottas comin' for ya neck, they gon' make you take them diamonds off it They gon' put a stick to ya chest, they gon' make you empty out your pockets They don't need the money, they just want respect I don't get it, I don't talk about it I don't get it, I don't talk about it
I won’t never trust another bitch, last bitch done traumatized me Shawty wasn't doin' nothin' for me, I don't know why I was tryin' for her Wouldn't believe what I done had her wearing, wouldn't believe what I was buying for her It's been hard to make it disappear, roll another, get my mind off her
Go 'head, roll another one up, I don't wanna feel right now Gone 'head, roll another one up Rollin', rollin', rollin' Go 'head, roll another, I'm out my mind I'm out my mind, I'm outta my mind I'm outta my mind
Yeah, go 'head, roll another one up Yeah, go ‘head, roll another one up Pourin' out pain when I pour up Hard to keep a smile when it's no love for you Wasn't nobody there for the come up, everybody want some You was 'posed to be my big homie, when you left me I was scared to call you Know you had to get your money too, but a nigga was depending on you Baby brother got a Richard Millie, he ain't even have to get it from me Momma said she wanna leave the city, took a G5 to California
Yeah, go 'head, roll another one up Yeah, go ‘head, roll another one up Pourin' out pain when I pour up Hard to keep a smile when it's no love for you Wasn't nobody there for the come up, everybody want some You was 'posed to be my big homie, when you left me I was scared to call you Know you had to get your money too, but a nigga was depending on you Baby brother got a Richard Millie, he ain't even have to get it from me Momma said she wanna leave the city, took a G5 to California Top shottas comin' for ya neck, they gon' make you take them diamonds off it They gon' put a stick to ya chest, they gon' make you empty out your pockets They don't need the money, they just want respect I don't get it, I don't talk about it I don't get it, I don't talk about it
I won’t never trust another bitch, last bitch done traumatized me Shawty wasn't doin' nothin' for me, I don't know why I was tryin' for her Wouldn't believe what I done had her wearing, wouldn't believe what I was buying for her It's been hard to make it disappear, roll another, get my mind off her
Go 'head, roll another one up, I don't wanna feel right now Gone 'head, roll another one up Rollin', rollin', rollin' Go 'head, roll another, I'm out my mind I'm out my mind, I'm outta my mind I'm outta my mind
Yeah, go 'head, roll another one up Yeah, go ‘head, roll another one up Pourin' out pain when I pour up Hard to keep a smile when it's no love for you Wasn't nobody there for the come up, everybody want some You was 'posed to be my big homie, when you left me I was scared to call you Know you had to get your money too, but a nigga was depending on you Baby brother got a Richard Millie, he ain't even have to get it from me Momma said she wanna leave the city, took a G5 to California
Directed by Neve Abcari Producer: Justin Lewis AD: Max Rogoff DOP: Eli Leibow Editor: Neve Abcari Colorist: Ricardo SP Makeup: Alexa Cantarini Gaffer: Luis Herrera 1st AC: Ruben Plascencia Steadicam: Taylor Johnson Set Dresser: Jaden Men Production Manager: Justin Kim Graphics: SBLNGR VHS: Cameron DeMarco Model: Zoe Zimsek BTS: Nate Gotsis BTS: Victor Israel Extra: Sam Gaynor Extra: Asher Kaplan Extra: Dylan Meitch Extra: Steven John Extra: Daniel Rosa Extra: Patrick Breen
Lyrics:
Ayy Right when I hop off a jet, I'ma take a Patek, I'ma flood it with diamonds Wrist water, stones blindin', can't even tell what the time is Bad lil' white ho look like Madonna, black ho look like Rihanna Shippin' them birds over the sea, then I go jump in a charter Please, don't think you fuckin' on me without fuckin' my gang too Go 'head, come up out yo' funds, we takin' yo' chain too, huh I'm in a SVJ, it's red, it's blue, it look like a bruise I'm in the 404 with a bad-ass bitch, from the 352
You would've thought it was Nascar the way I'm swervin' the coupe You would've thought it was Nascar the way I'm swervin' the coupe Stick and move, yeah, twelve ain't catchin' nothin', uh I ain't duckin' smoke, no way, light up the function I got a fever, where the red at? (Where the fuck my meds at?) Pussy tried to step back (I'm gon' push his set back) Met the bitch last week, she talkin' 'bout money, go 'head dead that Rounds up in the clip, it hold a hundred, yeah, catch that Patrick Mahomes, I'm throwin' the bomb Free my partners up out the slammer Whippin' white, that good Alabama I fuck her face and took her to denim Nigga a troll, he think shit all jokes, but really, I wanna kill him I'm a real dope dealer, I'm a real fashion spiller
Ayy Right when I hop off a jet, I'ma take a Patek, I'ma flood it with diamonds Wrist water, stones blindin', can't even tell what the time is Bad lil' white ho look like Madonna, black ho look like Rihanna Shippin' them birds over the sea, then I go jump in a charter Please, don't think you fuckin' on me without fuckin' my gang too Go 'head, come up out yo' funds, we takin' yo' chain too, huh I'm in a SVJ, it's red, it's blue, it look like a bruise I'm in the 404 with a bad-ass bitch, from the 352
I told my partner, "Don't crash out" You know what? Fuck it, let's do it We so up-up on the opps, them boys gettin' swept like a broom We extortin' niggas, pull up, like come pay your dues She take one look at my jewels, bet that bitch gon' choose
Ayy Right when I hop off a jet, I'ma take a Patek, I'ma flood it with diamonds Wrist water, stones blindin', can't even tell what the time is Bad lil' white ho look like Madonna, black ho look like Rihanna Shippin' them birds over the sea, then I go jump in a charter Please, don't think you fuckin' on me without fuckin' my gang too Go 'head, come up out yo' funds, we takin' yo' chain too, huh I'm in a SVJ, it's red, it's blue, it look like a bruise I'm in the 404 with a bad-ass bitch, from the 352
You would've thought it was Nascar the way I'm swervin' the coupe You would've thought it was Nascar the way I'm swervin' the coupe Stick and move, yeah, twelve ain't catchin' nothin', uh I ain't duckin' smoke, no way, light up the function I got a fever, where the red at? (Where the fuck my meds at?) Pussy tried to step back (I'm gon' push his set back) Met the bitch last week, she talkin' 'bout money, go 'head dead that Rounds up in the clip, it hold a hundred, yeah, catch that Patrick Mahomes, I'm throwin' the bomb Free my partners up out the slammer Whippin' white, that good Alabama I fuck her face and took her to denim Nigga a troll, he think shit all jokes, but really, I wanna kill him I'm a real dope dealer, I'm a real fashion spiller
Ayy Right when I hop off a jet, I'ma take a Patek, I'ma flood it with diamonds Wrist water, stones blindin', can't even tell what the time is Bad lil' white ho look like Madonna, black ho look like Rihanna Shippin' them birds over the sea, then I go jump in a charter Please, don't think you fuckin' on me without fuckin' my gang too Go 'head, come up out yo' funds, we takin' yo' chain too, huh I'm in a SVJ, it's red, it's blue, it look like a bruise I'm in the 404 with a bad-ass bitch, from the 352
I told my partner, "Don't crash out" You know what? Fuck it, let's do it We so up-up on the opps, them boys gettin' swept like a broom We extortin' niggas, pull up, like come pay your dues She take one look at my jewels, bet that bitch gon' choose
Yeah, I switch up my hoes, I switch up my flows These backends, these rolls, yeah Yeah, I pull up in Ghost I'm racin' like Forza, fuckin' the road—
(Bitch!)
Yeah, I switch up my hoes, I switch up my flows These backends, these rolls, yeah Yeah, I pull up in Ghost I'm racin' like Forza, fuckin' the road up
Touch down, hit my partner, "What's the word?" Ho come second but Amiri come in first I don't talk, I don't gotta say a word Ice show shinin' on my neck like "Brr" Yeah, yeah, partner caught a body He rollin' off molly, least I know he got me I just fold this bitch up, just like origami I know she a bop, I need lip, lil' shawty top me I don't rock CDG, 'less it's Homme Plus Ho platinum feedin' me They tryna see me eat, watchin' like a DVD My whole crew crazy, tearin' up the street I don't wanna see lil' baby, fuck her through the sheets I won't fold on none my niggas, they won't fold on me I might finger fuck a check, or I might watch it bleed Racks came in quick as hell, it was too damn easy These hoes just want a Birkin, just want CC, they tryna slime me We rollin' dope, we rollin' off of X, feel like a zombie I'm havin' motion and I'm havin' racks like Kalankaski My cousin crazy, he'll cut your head off, you cannot breathe
Yeah, my foot on these niggas neck Yeah, my foot on these niggas neck Yeah, my foot on these niggas neck (Yeah, Go) Yeah, I'm three Percs in, I'm set Yeah, I'm three Percs in, I'm set Yeah, I'm T'd up to the max
Yeah, yeah, I'm the one poppin' the lock, yeah I'm the one pull out that Bentley, I ride out the lot and made that ho chop, yeah Cuffin' that ho, she a thot, she throwin' the top, she givin' the box, yeah Got it on lock, I'm breakin' the lock, my pockets full of them knots, yeah Won't even bag the bitch, a badder bitch keep hittin' my line, yeah I'm on some savage shit, that Gen4 Glock 29, yeah I'm like a cavity, I'm up in her mouth, I nut in her eye, yeah Two Gen5's, Chase Rambo, I'm on fire I don't know nothing 'bout that case Racks comin' in and out of state I'm in court, I got that— (Shh) Blowin' dope twelve pounds of kush .556, .223's, MAC-11, K's, nigga That's your wife, she on me, I ain't even gon' stay with her I won't play with you, I'll make shawty lick it up Mollysantana, I'm on yeah, yeah
Lyrics: Real nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin', take his ass off, yeah 220 on the dash, hit the button then I blast off Nigga ain't never believe in the craft, now they wanna ask for handouts Wouldn't wanna be in the streets forever, I'm tryna take a better route New whip, no lease, Hit Fifth, some keys Patek Philippe, more money come to me My list, strategic, she lurk my shit, she creepin' Ass fat, I don't think 'bout cheatin' You starve that ho, I'm gon' feed her Shooters hoppin' out the truck, yeah Bang bitches like a muk, yeah Check came in, that's a dub But a dub not enough It's a hit every time I speak Got bitches flockin' like a dove And a young nigga so stupid up But I be talkin' like the plug But I be Pour, pour more red, I need it Switch thots, she too conceited Hit the stage, rock it out, nigga ain't scared for nothin' Been gettin' on too many hoes, what can I say? I love to fuck I'm on it Oh, that's yo' ho? What, you don't share? No love for a nigga, I ain't givin' handouts I was just a lil' nigga, bossed up, I'm the man now I was tryna play it safe, now I got a fan now I ain't good at keepin' secrets, shawty gettin' aired out OG told me, "You a player now," I ain't playin' with 'em now Think she stayin' with me, nah, grab your shit and get it out Told bae "I ain't crashin' out," I gotta do it for our kids Wasn't no food up in the fridge, now I got ice, I'm the fridge Yeah, go shopping, taking 'em off Yeah, lil' shawty wetter than dolphin I might go bag up at Neimans, I'm probably goin' to Dover I'm riding the Rover, buzzin' my trap phone, it's a Motorola At Crazy Girlz, I'm throwin' bows, taking a stripper bitch home Yeah, let's go, yeah, let's go My baby asked me for a baby Birkin, I said no Yeah, let's go, yeah, let's go Got red Hi-Tech in my cup, overflow
(Hit her up late past eight Beat it down, if the pussy good she get ate, ain't talking 'bout plate You ain't never seen a nigga put a hundred-fifty racks all in your face Double R, close them curtains, switch up, hop in a Wraith)
Paper back tags, yeah, runnin' out of gas, yeah Made a bitch fall in love, yeah, threw her in the trash, yeah Cartiers on my brothers, Eliante my troops Riding 'round Atlanta with a cutter, pourin' up grey, Grey Goose Paper back tags, paper back bags, never ever runnin' out of racks Prada black mask, twenty on the dash, T'd up, boy, I'm 'bout to crash You done fucked up a couple racks on a bitch I already had I could never go out like that, huh, never, ever go out like that, no
I been pourin', five blues, rollin' I can't love no bitch, in love with Codeine Can't live life on the edge, they tryna roll me If I could do it, you could do it We could do it, stick got a ruler I don't rock Stussy, she don't rock Gucci Emilio Pucci gon' cover her coochie Stick got a fully, I'm acting a foolie The bitch wanna fuck 'cause I'm him, yeah Bitch wanna fuck 'cause I'm him Bitch wanna fuck 'cause I'm him, yeah I'm on I-8 in a Trackhawk Jeep, might crash, I'm goin' too fast
Pour my cup up some more Red got me movin' so slow I fell down on my knees for a bitch, but I won't do that no more I'ma just fuck then pass to the bro Make her eat me up then go, go ghost (Skrr) Ridin' in a Ghost Oh, you got new drank in? 10-4
Paper back tags, yeah, runnin' out of gas, yeah Made a bitch fall in love, yeah, threw her in the trash, yeah Cartiers on my brothers, Eliante my troops Riding 'round Atlanta with a cutter, pourin' up grey, Grey Goose Paper back tags, paper back bags, never ever runnin' out of racks Prada black mask, twenty on the dash, T'd up, boy, I'm 'bout to crash You done fucked up a couple racks on a bitch I already had I could never go out like that, huh, never, ever go out like that, no
Yeah, right wrist flooded, put a bitch in rotation Pinky ring flooded, ice age, no glacier White girls on that white boy, Shawn Mendez 5Gen, I mean Gen5, no safety Hundred an occasion Fuck the cash, raked it All white diamonds like a nigga racist, yeah, yeah All white Audi somethin' like Sarah Palin, ya-ya, yeah Rock out the show, collect the check, then I'm outta there
Oxy' my life, yeah, Forgi' my tires Crack some then cry, twenty-five to life Oh, he want beef, fry that fucker, Five Guys Finger fuck the cash on some lavish shit, yeah I'm gettin' these checks for nothing Niggas think they some Hell nah, they my sons Not your woe, I ain't your cuz' And I'm thirty up That lil' ten, it wasn't enough I just spent a dub, made it back, that shit wasn't nothin' Call of Duty guns, we got plenty of 'em I don't do one-on-one's, bitch, I'm plenty up Brought the fanny tucked in the club, yeah I can't trust this ho, might set me up, yeah
Yeah, right wrist flooded, put a bitch in rotation Pinky ring flooded, ice age, no glacier White girls on that white boy, Shawn Mendez 5Gen, I mean Gen5, no safety Hundred an occasion Fuck the cash, raked it All white diamonds like a nigga racist, yeah, yeah All white Audi somethin' like Sarah Palin, ya-ya, yeah Rock out the show, collect the check, then I'm outta there
Lyrics: Quater milli' sittin' on a jet, yeah Quater milli' on a nigga neck, yeah Quater milli' got a bitch wet, yeah Quater milli' get a nigga whacked, yeah Quater milli' got a ho throwin' my set Quater milli' got a Corvette, yeah Five racks probably make a ho get naked Quater milli' got her givin' neck, yeah Quater milli' sittin' on a jet, yeah Quater milli' on a nigga neck, yeah Quater milli' got a bitch wet, yeah Quater milli' get a nigga whacked, yeah Quater milli' got a ho throwin' my set Quater milli' got a Corvette, yeah Five racks probably make a ho get naked Quater milli' got her givin' neck, yeah
Two hundred-fifty for the red wrapped Audi lookin' like the Mona Lisa Fifty five-hundred for a sixteen, if a nigga want a fuckin' feature I'm with a model ho' servin' face, somewhere overseas with my feet up Post on the Southside with some throwed niggas, tryna hop out and bleach ya Fill my cup up some more, yeah Oxy' pill white like Po, yeah Put a bad bitch on dope, yeah I only gave her a lil' dose, yeah My nigga ready to score, yeah Young nigga ready to blow, yeah Southside, fuck is the North? Yeah, Southside, I'm in that ZO6 Southside, I'm in that zone Lovin' that bitch, got her paintin' my toes, huh Got a ho wetter than dolphin, got a few bricks for the low-end Got a few sticks for the low, my nigga throwed off, ready to go, huh Remember they ain't wanna see me, now they wanna know him
Quater milli' sittin' on a jet, yeah Quater milli' on a nigga neck, yeah Quater milli' got a bitch wet, yeah Quater milli' get a nigga whacked, yeah Quater milli' got a ho throwin' my set Quater milli' got a Corvette, yeah Five racks probably make a ho get naked Quater milli' got her givin' neck, yeah Quater milli' sittin' on a jet, yeah Quater milli' on a nigga neck, yeah Quater milli' got a bitch wet, yeah Quater milli' get a nigga whacked, yeah Quater milli' got a ho throwin' my set Quater milli' got a Corvette, yeah Five racks probably make a ho get naked Quater milli' got her givin' neck, yeah
Sticks on ready, sticks on ready Ho tryna set my partner up, ain't goin' for nothing, yeah Twin vibes, they kissin', top floor telly, oh my Two whips, no lease and they ain't rented, all mine Sticks on ready, sticks on ready, yeah White pill, Codeine, fuck around, end up too high Percocet on a cross-country, I'm endin' my life Whole team too rich, 'cause a nigga put on my guys
Lil' nigga throw it up, tryna catch a body Bend a bad bitch in half, made her do pilates I had to smack a nigga in a Lamb', why he tried to try me? I almost died 'cause I mixed the white-collar with the Roxy Two steppin' on a Two steppin' on a white ho I don't sip Corona No, my shawty don't sip White Claw Poppin' out with some new money, yesterday money old, I don't want it Groupie thotty tryna get a follow-back, had to tell lil' shawty I don't run it And we still on the sticks on ready, but you knew that already She wanna fuck 'cause I made it I **** on her, R. ***** I'm finna throw up, I ain't got no food, just a Perc in my belly Told woe, "Close that back door, they ain’t finna do me like Melly"
Sticks on ready, sticks on ready Ho tryna set my partner up, ain't goin' for nothing, yeah Twin vibes, they kissin', top floor telly, oh my Two whips, no lease and they ain't rented, all mine Sticks on ready, sticks on ready, yeah White pill, Codeine, fuck around, end up too high Percocet on a cross-country, I'm endin' my life Whole team too rich, 'cause a nigga put on my guys
Lyrics: (Don't know nothing 'bout no old money Got a whole lot of new money, though Talk your shit, bitch Chase shit, bitch, 2023, you feel me?)
Killin' these niggas, got blood on my shank Rollin up ganja, I'm smokin' on dank Monkeys bananas, they goin' insane Swervin' the Urus and scrapin' the paint Christian ho pray to me just like a saint Chop up the brain in the Bentley Mulsanne Wake up, get money, a nigga routine I want that money, give a fuck 'bout the fame Walk in the BnB, ho on the floor She on that molly or rollin' on dope Probably on Hemi like it's '44 Calling up Jenny to give me the throat Grippin' my shoulders and touchin' her toes Cullinan curtains inside of the Rolls Blowin' my burner, she doin' the most New Richard Mill', what it cost? Huh
Say, Rich Amiri a boss, huh Fendi my body, I floss, huh Never would see me at Ross I'm up in LA eating good In-N-Out, huh 388, it be loud, I'ma show what I'm 'bout, it was never a drought I got these baby bottles full of Codeine and a couple strippers in the house, huh Hey, hop off a jet and I hop in a coupe I went through TSA, I had a Glock, hid that bitch right in my shoe Rollie sittin' on my wrist, I got ice, nigga, I'm cool Propane right on my hip, I got fire, so do what you do, bitch Dick in her mouth, leavin' her tooth-less I'm a real nigga, I'm handlin' business, I don't gotta prove shit, bitch Sell out the show, nigga, I'm too lit Sell out, then fuck on your ho, nigga, you too hit
Killin' these niggas, got blood on my shank Rollin up ganja, I'm smokin' on dank Monkeys bananas, they goin' insane Swervin' the Urus and scrapin' the paint Christian ho pray to me just like a saint Chop up the brain in the Bentley Mulsanne Wake up, get money, a nigga routine I want that money, give a fuck 'bout the fame Walk in the BnB, ho on the floor She on that molly or rollin' on dope Probably on Hemi like it's '44 Calling up Jenny to give me the throat Grippin' my shoulders and touchin' her toes Cullinan curtains inside of the Rolls Blowin' my burner, she doin' the most New Richard Mill', what it cost? Huh
Lyrics: (Chase, I want everything) New fur coat, new YSL Off six perkies, I'm high as hell He run down, send your guy to hell Off painkillers, off Vicodin Off that blue and white pill, poppin' Vyvanse Takin' Oxycodone like it's vitamins I just left the earth, I'm tryna fly again I just want a Presi' Patek, Presi', Presi', Presi' Pucci glasses, Pucci everything, Pucci mattress I want everything, yeah, yeah I want everything, yeah, yeah Yeah Ayy, switchin' up the flow on a nigga I'm finna go on a nigga My shooter blow on a nigga Up the four on that nigga Like grass, mow on a nigga It's a four in my cup, probably got more in my liver I want more I want everything, yeah, yeah I want everything, yeah I want everything, everything New fur coat, new YSL Off six perkies, I'm high as hell He run down, send your guy to hell Off painkillers, off Vicodin Off that blue and white pill, poppin' Vyvanse Takin' Oxycodone like it's vitamins I just left the earth, I'm tryna fly again Cut 'em niggas off, they bad for business Slime did the killings, he throwed off, ain't leave no witness Nigga, fuck your feelings, shut up, show me where a mill' is I been taking pillies, blue like I'm crippin' White like I'm pussy, white like I'm racist Pink make a nigga crazy, fuck around leave 'em face-less Remember when my brother died, it was May 5th Play your cards right, you could make chips, yeah My brother right there with me, yeah Killers right there with me, set it off in VIP P-I-M-P, bitch, I'm a pimp, shawty suck me off my knees New fur coat, new YSL Off six perkies, I'm high as hell He run down, send your guy to hell Off painkillers, off Vicodin Off that blue and white pill, poppin' Vyvanse Takin' Oxycodone like it's vitamins I just left the earth, I'm tryna fly again
Yeah AT up, 2023 She from the hood, thought shit was sweet, now I'm out her league Told baby, "Please don't get trashed tryna play with me" But, these bitches know that I ain't dumb, yeah These niggas know that I ain't dumb Head on straight, went to do it, got it done Now I'm "Momma, look at the shit I become"
(Look at the shit I become) (These bitches know that I ain't dumb, yeah) (These niggas know that I ain't dumb)
That shit she got a dose of, she was already hooked I love this ho bad, 'cause she go by the book She ain't two-timing, fiendin', tryna give up the pussy We riding 'round 340 Beamer, it's new In that top down, 808's bang out the roof I talk like a P, bae on my body, masseuse She said, "It's me or the drugs," I went and poured up a deuce Lil' woadie finna crash, ain't got nothin' to lose And I ain't with that politickin', keep me fuck out the loop But damn sure it ain't nothin' with you It fucked my head up the day I seen my cousin on the news And I salute all the shooters, I got love for the troops
Yeah, top-teir, I'm A1, came up and I ain't done Ho talking 'bout bad bitches, you ain't one, you ain't nothing I don't want friends, I hate niggas, tryna face one Shawty ate me from the waist down, but I'm fuckin' up her makeup Block-lover, I stayed down, now a nigga got his cake up Now these bitches wanna make love to a nigga, I don't even say none I ain't ever really had shit, creepin', I was tryna take some Strip hot, gotta lay low, got a white ho named Layla (Got a white ho named Layla)
And she know that I ain't dumb, nigga Yeah, baby, had fun with you, but sorry, I'm done with you I don't really got love for you, I just wanna see dumb figures I just wanna see my momma six stories up, it ain't nothing bigger But, these bitches know that I ain't dumb And, these niggas know that I ain't dumb Momma told me boy, "Chase, you one-of-one" Now I’m "Momma, look at the shit I become"
AT up, 2023 She from the hood, thought shit was sweet, now I'm out her league Told baby, "Please don't get trashed tryna play with me" But, these bitches know that I ain't dumb, yeah These niggas know that I ain't dumb Head on straight, went to do it, got it done Now I'm "Momma, look at the shit I become"
Yeah, go Kurt Cobain on a nigga Yeah, got dirty in my liver Yeah, got dirty on my pistol She a bird, she tryna lick me, yeah Shawty wanna fuck, I hit her raw Bet she won't be in my bed tomorrow Went back home, switch up the car Ten racks up, I'm livin' large (Ten racks up, I'm living like a pimp) 10-4, took the 'Vette to Mars I ain't come through, I'm sorry Yeah, that 'Rari, got ho begging for mercy She ain't know I was fuckin' on her friend, she think she hurt me
Yeah, ran up free bands, got a cool half mill’ in my hands That ho wanna dance, I fold that ho like a ham sandwich Got all-red seats, new truck, I tinted the V Don't want your B, your auntie, I want Titi All-red beam, them doors up Blowin' on dope in the tour bus Six sticks, but it's four of us M16 and a Corbin SRT, kick the doors in Rolling off molly, I'm dozin' Fly as the fuck, I'm floatin' Pelican drop, it's soarin' Hop inside that Jeep truck Wait, where the fuck my doors went? Shawty got my whole heart, she give me endorphins All these niggas switch up on they mans, I can't endorse this Addy make me focus, Oxy' make me nauseous Off this pill, I’m floatin'
Yeah, go Kurt Cobain on a nigga Yeah, got dirty in my liver Yeah, got dirty on my pistol She a bird, she tryna lick me, yeah Shawty wanna fuck, I hit her raw Bet she won't be in my bed tomorrow Went back home, switch up the car Ten racks up, I'm livin' large (Ten racks up, I'm living like a pimp) 10-4, took the 'Vette to Mars I ain't come through, I'm sorry Yeah, that 'Rari, got ho begging for mercy She ain't know I was fuckin' on her friend, she think she hurt me
(Off this pill, I’m floating, oh my God, Ghetto Fabulous Fabulous, fabulous, fabulous, fabulous)
Real nigga, I ain't worried 'bout nothin', take his ass off, yeah 220 on the dash, hit the button then I blast off Nigga ain't never believe in the craft, now they wanna ask for handouts Wouldn't wanna be in the streets forever, I'm tryna take a better route New whip, no lease, Hit Fifth, some keys Patek Philippe, more money come to me My list, strategic, she lurk my shit, she creepin' Ass fat, I don't think 'bout cheatin' You starve that ho, I'm gon' feed her
Shooters hoppin' out the truck, yeah Bang bitches like a muk, yeah Check came in, that's a dub But a dub not enough It's a hit every time I speak Got bitches flockin' like a dove And a young nigga so stupid up But I be talkin' like the plug But I be Pour, pour more red, I need it Switch thots, she too conceited Hit the stage, rock it out, nigga ain't scared for nothin' Been gettin' on too many hoes, what can I say? I love to fuck
I'm on it Oh, that's yo' ho? What, you don't share?
No love for a nigga, I ain't givin' handouts I was just a lil' nigga, bossed up, I'm the man now I was tryna play it safe, now I got a fan now I ain't good at keepin' secrets, shawty gettin' aired out OG told me, "You a player now," I ain't playin' with 'em now Think she stayin' with me, nah, grab your shit and get it out Told bae "I ain't crashin' out," I gotta do it for our kids Wasn't no food up in the fridge, now I got ice, I'm the fridge Yeah, go shopping, taking 'em off Yeah, lil' shawty wetter than dolphin I might go bag up at Neimans, I'm probably goin' to Dover I'm riding the Rover, buzzin' my trap phone, it's a Motorola At Crazy Girlz, I'm throwin' bows, taking a stripper bitch home
Yeah, let's go, yeah, let's go My baby asked me for a baby Birkin, I said no Yeah, let's go, yeah, let's go Got red Hi-Tech in my cup, overflow
Yeah, I switch up my hoes, I switch up my flows These backends, these rolls, yeah Yeah, I pull up in Ghost I'm racin' like Forza, fuckin' the road—
(Bitch!)
Yeah, I switch up my hoes, I switch up my flows These backends, these rolls, yeah Yeah, I pull up in Ghost I'm racin' like Forza, fuckin' the road up
Touch down, hit my partner, "What's the word?" Ho come second but Amiri come in first I don't talk, I don't gotta say a word Ice show shinin' on my neck like "Brr" Yeah, yeah, partner caught a body He rollin' off molly, least I know he got me I just fold this bitch up, just like origami I know she a bop, I need lip, lil' shawty top me I don't rock CDG, 'less it's Homme Plus Ho platinum feedin' me They tryna see me eat, watchin' like a DVD My whole crew crazy, tearin' up the street I don't wanna see lil' baby, fuck her through the sheets I won't fold on none my niggas, they won't fold on me I might finger fuck a check, or I might watch it bleed Racks came in quick as hell, it was too damn easy These hoes just want a Birkin, just want CC, they tryna slime me We rollin' dope, we rollin' off of X, feel like a zombie I'm havin' motion and I'm havin' racks like Kalankaski My cousin crazy, he'll cut your head off, you cannot breathe
Yeah, my foot on these niggas neck Yeah, my foot on these niggas neck Yeah, my foot on these niggas neck (Yeah, Go) Yeah, I'm three Percs in, I'm set Yeah, I'm three Percs in, I'm set Yeah, I'm T'd up to the max
Yeah, yeah, I'm the one poppin' the lock, yeah I'm the one pull out that Bentley, I ride out the lot and made that ho chop, yeah Cuffin' that ho, she a thot, she throwin' the top, she givin' the box, yeah Got it on lock, I'm breakin' the lock, my pockets full of them knots, yeah Won't even bag the bitch, a badder bitch keep hittin' my line, yeah I'm on some savage shit, that Gen4 Glock 29, yeah I'm like a cavity, I'm up in her mouth, I nut in her eye, yeah Two Gen5's, Chase Rambo, I'm on fire I don't know nothing 'bout that case Racks comin' in and out of state I'm in court, I got that— (Shh) Blowin' dope twelve pounds of kush .556, .223's, MAC-11, K's, nigga That's your wife, she on me, I ain't even gon' stay with her I won't play with you, I'll make shawty lick it up Mollysantana, I'm on yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah Let's get it, let's get it, let's go, yeah I'm in that new Testarossa I'm swervin' it, fuckin' the road up My ho, she wet, need a floater I swim in that ho like a coastguard Put that shit on and it's over Fendi and Prada all over Yeah, yeah Let's get it, let's get it, let's go, yeah I'm in that new Testarossa I'm swervin' it, fuckin' the road up My ho, she wet, need a floater I swim in that ho like a coastguard Put that shit on and it's over Fendi and Prada all over
Let's get it, let's get it, let's go, yeah I put it on for my folks I had to wake up, didn't have a choice I had to wake up and get my cake up Now in my city I’m makin' some noise Lace up my shoes when I run from the boys Tony got locked up, had me annoyed Dirty water in a Fanta Molly water in a Brisk You tryna beef 'bout a bitch, you a bitch Two fifty on the wrist Three fifty on the Rolls, I ain't even pay the lease When she see the stars she chose, I ain't even had to say shit
Yeah, yeah Let's get it, let's get it, let's go, yeah I'm in that new Testarossa I'm swervin' it, fuckin' the road up My ho, she wet, need a floater I swim in that ho like a coastguard Put that shit on and it's over Fendi and Prada all over
Passin' it off to the ‘Gram and I don't even like those My ho Brazilian white and she got white toes I don’t know ‘bout nobody new puttin' on my bros Currency just came in, yeah, we gon' count up, yeah New drank comin' in, Codeine crazy Red and yellow, I'm Codeine crazy I don't sip green, I'm Codeine crazy Model or stripper wan' have my baby No, Chase can't be your savior No, no, will not make it Yes, I was down on safety Now I'm havin' buku paper (Codeine crazy)
Yeah, yeah Let's get it, let's get it, let's go, yeah I'm in that new Testarossa I'm swervin' it, fuckin' the road up My ho, she wet, need a floater I swim in that ho like a coastguard Put that shit on and it's over Fendi and Prada all over Yeah, yeah Let's get it, let's get it, let's go, yeah I'm in that new Testarossa I'm swervin' it, fuckin' the road up My ho, she wet, need a floater I swim in that ho like a coastguard Put that shit on and it's over Fendi and Prada all over
I'm on that Percocet, no, I can't stop it Prada on my collar, had to take a trip to Follies All the bad bitches fuckin' with me, gettin' cocky Knockin' off shit, can't tell a nigga, "Stop it" Talk about cash, gon' get a nigga started Can't pick up the phone, bitch, I'm somewhere in the Islands Started getting dough, people say I'm Illuminati Pull up in a Ford, then I'm flyin' in a private I don't want the doors on the Bentley, I'ma chop 'em Bentley or the Ghost? In the belly of the bottom Barely got sick on the Addy I swallowed On a G6, nigga flyin' like a Fallow Told the ho "lick," I don't want no el gato Inside the Rolls look like a space shuttle I'ma just take him off, I ain't gon' tussle Bought her some rocks, she thinkin' I love her
Walked in, .23 tucked Niggas ain't none, they tryna keep up Goyard stuffed like I robbed the Brink's truck Pour me up more, I ain't say it was enough Green-ass hoes stay flockin' like doves, yeah Never ever give 'em my trust Probably gon' put my trust in a dub I won’t even touch that bitch, she a dub, yeah Told my woe, "take 'em off," yeah, "take 'em off," yeah Thanksgiving, pockets stuffed, double stuffed, yeah I ain't ever seen a bitch act like this before, yeah Poured a four, I still want some more
I'm on that Percocet, no I can't stop it Prada on my collar, had to take a trip to Follies All the bad bitches fucking with me gettin' cocky Knockin' off shit, can't tell a nigga, "Stop it" Talk about cash, gon' get a nigga started Can't pick up the phone, bitch, I'm somewhere in the Islands Started getting dough, people say I'm Illuminati Pull up in a Ford, then I'm flyin' in a private I don't want the doors on the Bentley, I'ma chop 'em Bentley or the Ghost? In the belly of the bottom Barely got sick on the Addy I swallowed On a G6, nigga flyin' like a Fallow Told the ho "lick," I don't want no el gato Inside the Rolls look like a space shuttle I'ma just take him off, I ain't gon' tussle Bought her some rocks, she thinkin' I love her
New fur coat, new YSL Off six perkies, I'm high as hell He run down, send your guy to hell Off painkillers, off Vicodin Off that blue and white pill, poppin' Vyvanse Takin' Oxycodone like it's vitamins I just left the earth, I'm tryna fly again
I just want a Presi' Patek, Presi', Presi', Presi' Pucci glasses, Pucci everything, Pucci mattress I want everything, yeah, yeah I want everything, yeah, yeah Yeah
Ayy, switchin' up the flow on a nigga I'm finna go on a nigga My shooter blow on a nigga Up the four on that nigga Like grass, mow on a nigga It's a four in my cup, probably got more in my liver I want more
I want everything, yeah, yeah I want everything, yeah I want everything, everything
New fur coat, new YSL Off six perkies, I'm high as hell He run down, send your guy to hell Off painkillers, off Vicodin Off that blue and white pill, poppin' Vyvanse Takin' Oxycodone like it's vitamins I just left the earth, I'm tryna fly again
Cut 'em niggas off, they bad for business Slime did the killings, he throwed off, ain't leave no witness Nigga, fuck your feelings, shut up, show me where a mill' is I been taking pillies, blue like I'm crippin' White like I'm pussy, white like I'm racist Pink make a nigga crazy, fuck around leave 'em face-less Remember when my brother died, it was May 5th Play your cards right, you could make chips, yeah My brother right there with me, yeah Killers right there with me, set it off in VIP P-I-M-P, bitch, I'm a pimp, shawty suck me off my knees
New fur coat, new YSL Off six perkies, I'm high as hell He run down, send your guy to hell Off painkillers, off Vicodin Off that blue and white pill, poppin' Vyvanse Takin' Oxycodone like it's vitamins I just left the earth, I'm tryna fly again
[Intro] (Huh, 2023, bitch, this Chase year) (Turn up) (Yeah, yeah, Amiri Flair, yeah)
[Chorus] Huh, yeah, goin' crazy in this bitch, and they think that a young nigga slow Pour up my pour and I roll up my dope, hit up Fairfax finna catch a right ho Puffin' on dro got a nigga eyes low, can't put yo' ass on, you ain't one my bro Can't put yo' ass on, you ain't one of my folks, and the hoes and the cars and the clothes and the Benz and Rolls ain't nothin' (Ain't nothin') And the two-tone AP froze on the wrist with the rose ain't nothin' (Ain’t nothin') Instagram hoes ain't nothin’ (Nope) Instagram poles ain't nothin' Thinking yo' bitch on lock, lil' boy, she fuckin' Dirty lil' whore, she love it Think you gon' do something 'bout that bitch, you buggin' Nigga gon' whack yo' muffin, go ahead, call my bluff
[Verse] Hundred racks in the zip, I’ma fuck around, put a bag on a bitch Goin' fast in the whip, in the passenger, got a nat, give me lip Smokin' gas out the zip and I'm pourin' the lemonade in the mix Got the bae doin' tricks on my dick, it’s a parade in my city (Go) Hate but they broke, I don't get it, fuck her, she probably regret it Jayden be off the beans, oh, Chase, he be off the Venom Hundred racks sittin' in the Phantom, bag on my head like bandana These niggas burnt like a candle, huh, ball like I'm Julius Randle Don't you tell me what you seen or heard a nigga doin' I got rich, I'm tryna put on my bruddas, I ain't there yet Kate want me to die, hah, stupid bitch, I ain't dead yet I get them bricks from Fedex and I bag 'em up and sell 'em And I can't even lie and say that I never needed you When I was down I needed you, honestly, I was feelin' you Now they come back, want some shit, niggas so flaw, cut 'em off quick I done went up, I'm proud of my wrist I'm proud of my hoes, I'm proud of my bitches
[Chorus] Huh, yeah, goin' crazy in this bitch, and they think that a young nigga slow Pour up my pour and I roll up my dope, hit up Fairfax finna catch a right ho Puffin' on dro got a nigga eyes low, can't put yo' ass on, you ain't one my bro Can't put yo' ass on, you ain't one of my folks, and the hoes and the cars and the clothes and the Benz and Rolls ain't nothin' (Ain't nothin') And the two-tone AP froze on the wrist with the rose ain't nothin' (Ain’t nothin') Instagram hoes ain't nothin’ (Nope) Instagram poles ain't nothin' Thinking yo' bitch on lock, lil' boy, she fuckin' Dirty lil' whore, she love it Think you gon' do something 'bout that bitch, you buggin' Nigga gon' whack yo' muffin, go ahead, call my bluff
I don't trust a soul, I don't trust nobody Threw up off some pills, I don't trust my own body You would takin' her shoppin', you took her to Chrome probably It only took me one call, got the dome out of her Just hit this ho, her boyfriend book me for a show, ah I'm rockin' white and gold, it look like I got mob ties Water comin' in and out, it never was a drought Fuck the opposition, hit they strip then air it out
Pay attention, pay attention Pay attention, finna show you how to get it First you make a hundred moving, whippin' chickens Then you stay down, stack your racks, don't ever spend 'em Forgiatos, Panoramas smooth spinnin' Extra green up in my pocket look like spinach I put gold all in my mouth, I hate the dentist Gon' pour two more lines then I'm finished I said, better late than never, better late than never Yeah, better late than never, better late than never I said, better late than never, better late than never Yeah, better late than never, better late than never Yeah, I call my black bitch “Wet Throat” She ain't pop it out, I left her at the Loews They won't get up out my way, I run 'em over
I don't trust a soul, I don't trust nobody Threw up off some pills, I don't trust my own body You would takin' her shoppin', you took her to Chrome probably It only took me one call, got the dome out of her Just hit this ho, her boyfriend book me for a show, ah I'm rockin' white and gold, it look like I got mob ties Water comin' in and out, it never was a drought Fuck the opposition, hit they strip then air it out
Directed by Tycho Burwell Edited by Tycho Productions PA + Lighting by Danny Johnson 3D VFX by Tor Burwell Song Produced by Rio Leyva, Reid, Vendr
Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah Let's get it, let's get it, let's go, yeah I'm in that new Testarossa I'm swervin' it, fuckin' the road up My ho, she wet, need a floater I swim in that ho like a coastguard Put that shit on and it's over Fendi and Prada all over Yeah, yeah Let's get it, let's get it, let's go, yeah I'm in that new Testarossa I'm swervin' it, fuckin' the road up My ho, she wet, need a floater I swim in that ho like a coastguard Put that shit on and it's over Fendi and Prada all over
Let's get it, let's get it, let's go, yeah I put it on for my folks I had to wake up, didn't have a choice I had to wake up and get my cake up Now in my city I’m makin' some noise Lace up my shoes when I run from the boys Tony got locked up, had me annoyed Dirty water in a Fanta Molly water in a Brisk You tryna beef 'bout a bitch, you a bitch Two fifty on the wrist Three fifty on the Rolls, I ain't even pay the lease When she see the stars she chose, I ain't even had to say shit
Yeah, yeah Let's get it, let's get it, let's go, yeah I'm in that new Testarossa I'm swervin' it, fuckin' the road up My ho, she wet, need a floater I swim in that ho like a coastguard Put that shit on and it's over Fendi and Prada all over
Passin' it off to the ‘Gram and I don't even like those My ho Brazilian white and she got white toes I don’t know ‘bout nobody new puttin' on my bros Currency just came in, yeah, we gon' count up, yeah New drank comin' in, Codeine crazy Red and yellow, I'm Codeine crazy I don't sip green, I'm Codeine crazy Model or stripper wan' have my baby No, Chase can't be your savior No, no, will not make it Yes, I was down on safety Now I'm havin' buku paper (Codeine crazy)
Yeah, yeah Let's get it, let's get it, let's go, yeah I'm in that new Testarossa I'm swervin' it, fuckin' the road up My ho, she wet, need a floater I swim in that ho like a coastguard Put that shit on and it's over Fendi and Prada all over Yeah, yeah Let's get it, let's get it, let's go, yeah I'm in that new Testarossa I'm swervin' it, fuckin' the road up My ho, she wet, need a floater I swim in that ho like a coastguard Put that shit on and it's over Fendi and Prada all over
Yeah, yeah Let's get it, let's get it, let's go, yeah I'm in that new Testarossa I'm swervin' it, fuckin' the road up My ho, she wet, need a floater I swim in that ho like a coastguard Put that shit on and it's over Fendi and Prada all over Yeah, yeah Let's get it, let's get it, let's go, yeah I'm in that new Testarossa I'm swervin' it, fuckin' the road up My ho, she wet, need a floater I swim in that ho like a coastguard Put that shit on and it's over Fendi and Prada all over
Let's get it, let's get it, let's go, yeah I put it on for my folks I had to wake up, didn't have a choice I had to wake up and get my cake up Now in my city I’m makin' some noise Lace up my shoes when I run from the boys Tony got locked up, had me annoyed Dirty water in a Fanta Molly water in a Brisk You tryna beef 'bout a bitch, you a bitch Two fifty on the wrist Three fifty on the Rolls, I ain't even pay the lease When she see the stars she chose, I ain't even had to say shit
Yeah, yeah Let's get it, let's get it, let's go, yeah I'm in that new Testarossa I'm swervin' it, fuckin' the road up My ho, she wet, need a floater I swim in that ho like a coastguard Put that shit on and it's over Fendi and Prada all over
Passin' it off to the ‘Gram and I don't even like those My ho Brazilian white and she got white toes I don’t know ‘bout nobody new puttin' on my bros Currency just came in, yeah, we gon' count up, yeah New drank comin' in, Codeine crazy Red and yellow, I'm Codeine crazy I don't sip green, I'm Codeine crazy Model or stripper wan' have my baby No, Chase can't be your savior No, no, will not make it Yes, I was down on safety Now I'm havin' buku paper (Codeine crazy)
Yeah, yeah Let's get it, let's get it, let's go, yeah I'm in that new Testarossa I'm swervin' it, fuckin' the road up My ho, she wet, need a floater I swim in that ho like a coastguard Put that shit on and it's over Fendi and Prada all over Yeah, yeah Let's get it, let's get it, let's go, yeah I'm in that new Testarossa I'm swervin' it, fuckin' the road up My ho, she wet, need a floater I swim in that ho like a coastguard Put that shit on and it's over Fendi and Prada all over
[Intro] (Huh, 2023, bitch, this Chase year) (Turn up) (Yeah, yeah, Amiri Flair, yeah)
[Chorus] Huh, yeah, goin' crazy in this bitch, and they think that a young nigga slow Pour up my pour and I roll up my dope, hit up Fairfax finna catch a right ho Puffin' on dro got a nigga eyes low, can't put yo' ass on, you ain't one my bro Can't put yo' ass on, you ain't one of my folks, and the hoes and the cars and the clothes and the Benz and Rolls ain't nothin' (Ain't nothin') And the two-tone AP froze on the wrist with the rose ain't nothin' (Ain’t nothin') Instagram hoes ain't nothin’ (Nope) Instagram poles ain't nothin' Thinking yo' bitch on lock, lil' boy, she fuckin' Dirty lil' whore, she love it Think you gon' do something 'bout that bitch, you buggin' Nigga gon' whack yo' muffin, go ahead, call my bluff
[Verse] Hundred racks in the zip, I’ma fuck around, put a bag on a bitch Goin' fast in the whip, in the passenger, got a nat, give me lip Smokin' gas out the zip and I'm pourin' the lemonade in the mix Got the bae doin' tricks on my dick, it’s a parade in my city (Go) Hate but they broke, I don't get it, fuck her, she probably regret it Jayden be off the beans, oh, Chase, he be off the Venom Hundred racks sittin' in the Phantom, bag on my head like bandana These niggas burnt like a candle, huh, ball like I'm Julius Randle Don't you tell me what you seen or heard a nigga doin' I got rich, I'm tryna put on my bruddas, I ain't there yet Kate want me to die, hah, stupid bitch, I ain't dead yet I get them bricks from Fedex and I bag 'em up and sell 'em And I can't even lie and say that I never needed you When I was down I needed you, honestly, I was feelin' you Now they come back, want some shit, niggas so flaw, cut 'em off quick I done went up, I'm proud of my wrist I'm proud of my hoes, I'm proud of my bitches
[Chorus] Huh, yeah, goin' crazy in this bitch, and they think that a young nigga slow Pour up my pour and I roll up my dope, hit up Fairfax finna catch a right ho Puffin' on dro got a nigga eyes low, can't put yo' ass on, you ain't one my bro Can't put yo' ass on, you ain't one of my folks, and the hoes and the cars and the clothes and the Benz and Rolls ain't nothin' (Ain't nothin') And the two-tone AP froze on the wrist with the rose ain't nothin' (Ain’t nothin') Instagram hoes ain't nothin’ (Nope) Instagram poles ain't nothin' Thinking yo' bitch on lock, lil' boy, she fuckin' Dirty lil' whore, she love it Think you gon' do something 'bout that bitch, you buggin' Nigga gon' whack yo' muffin, go ahead, call my bluff
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Directed by: Declan Kyle MV Production by: Justin Lewis
Song Prod by: Cxdy & Taz Taylor Directed/Edited by: Declan Kyle Produced by: Justin Lewis VFX by: Nicholai Vogel
Lyrics:
I had to cut off my friends, I went and copped some new bands, yeah I just went met a new dancer, I think that ho from Atlanta (Yeah) We pullin' up to your crib, leavin' a present, I'm Santa (Yeah) I went and called up my shooters, I got them boys on standby Standby (Yeah-yeah), they tryna kill me, I can't die (What?) Can't die, know they don't understand why 'Stand why, pull out the chop and shoot out your eye Rockin' that Ksu, Number (N)ine, Jun Takahashi, that shit oversized
I got 'em waiting in line for the drip, I'm only they wastin' their time Told her, "Look me in my eyes," you look at me, and you sat there and lied? They treatin' me like a God, they look at me like I'm parting the skies And you be claimin' you real, but I know that you fake in disguise Fake in disguise, no, I ain't perfect, but I be tryin' You say you real, you holdin' it down, boy, why is you lyin'? I told you I was gon' cut you off, lil' bitch, like why is you cryin'? Push the lil' button in the coupe, and then we take off, hell yeah, we be flyin'
I had to cut off my friends, I went and copped some new bands, yeah I just went met a new dancer, I think that ho from Atlanta We pullin' up to your crib, leavin' a present, I'm Santa (Santa) I went and called up my shooters, I got them boys on standby (Go) Standby, they tryna kill me, I can't die Can't die, know they don't understand why 'Stand why, pull out the chop and shoot out your eye Rockin' that Ksu, Number (N)ine, Jun Takahashi, that shit oversized
Eliantte for my watch, had to Mason the Rollie Catch that boy out with his friends, then we makin' him lonely That's your ho, I took your bitch now we makin' a movie This ho flew me to L.A. and he payin' for coochie Brodie pull up where you stay and he sprayin' the Uzi Fucked her, kicked her out the crib now she sayin' I'm ruthless This ho tryna set me up, guess she thinkin' I'm stupid These boys tryna ride our wave, yeah, we makin' a movement
He want smoke, then bitch, I'm ready, I just bought a presi That's your ho, then why she text me? 'Cause I got the fetti We got sticks up in Chanelly, we tote automatics Yeah, we send that boy to Heaven, yeah, we caught 'em lackin' Watch me count my rackies up, I love to stack it up Your lil' ho gon' tap me up, eat me like caviar Smokin' strong, that Kelly, yeah, up in the telly, yeah He ain't never run it up, that boy a failure Said he tryna run up, I'ma let him Who that boy? I'm feelin' paranoid, I ain't feelin' 'em Big and bad, think he a scary boy, brodie killin' 'em What's that on your wrist? Ain't real ice, it ain't chill enough
Eliantte for my watch, had to Mason the Rollie Catch that boy out with his friends, then we makin' him lonely That's your ho, I took your bitch now we makin' a movie This ho flew me to L.A. and he payin' for coochie Brodie pull up where you stay and he sprayin' the Uzi Fucked her, kicked her out the crib now she sayin' I'm ruthless This ho tryna set me up, guess she thinkin' I'm stupid These boys tryna ride our wave, yeah, we makin' a movement
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