I love Chris Rich
Yeah
Chris Wrighht
I really came to make a killin' I ain't leaving till I catch me a body
All of these people round me you could see us coming we gon' fill up the lobby
Niggas be hating they bitches is staring and really know nothin' about me
We pull up in six point four liter engines you can hear how its soundin'
Ice water bitch I feel like a fountain
Money up spent a hour for counting
I ain't talkin' 'less you talkin' the chicken
All black tryna run up a mission
Two phones on my AP shit
Throwing money on my AC shit
I just hit a lick
Try f*cking with the wave either gon' drown in it or end up seasick
Niggas aint shit (Damn)
Hunnit dollars on the bit, calm flip, you ain't see shit (AP AP)
Couple dollars on the switch, burn phone I just pieced it
Keep to myself, the enemy see it he might just go ahead and release it
All of you capping I laugh at it
I need the rock like a crack addict
I be moving with villains with track records
Countin' how many bodies I stashed
Never feel the need to be something the same me
I need it icy the AP
Recorded her sucking in HD (What)
And shorty been feening to lick me
Only hit if she thick get it with me (Word)
The way they be moving is tricky
Shotty to his back hit em out while his partner watching and he screaming out (Ricky)
And im calling 'em all out (Who)
We 'ready been in em drops
My boy been opening shop
Nobody gon' f*ck with the plan boy
Ain't trusting a bitch with a android
Maneuvering death in a i8
To the i80 on the tristate
And we already here nigga why hate
I sip on the henny to hydrate
And pull up in big body foreigns
Them big body toys
Limo tints couldn't see through it thats a big body choice
That ball player swag
While ya'll all play the back
Get into it, it's a hustle thing I need a ball player bag
Yeah
I need a ball player bag
Boom
Boom
Boom
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English
I love Chris Rich
Yeah
Chris Wrighht
I really came to make a killin' I ain't leaving till I catch me a body
All of these people round me you could see us coming we gon' fill up the lobby
Niggas be hating they bitches is staring and really know nothin' about me
We pull up in six point four liter engines you can hear how its soundin'
Ice water bitch I feel like a fountain
Money up spent a hour for counting
I ain't talkin' 'less you talkin' the chicken
All black tryna run up a mission
Two phones on my AP shit
Throwing money on my AC shit
I just hit a lick
Try f*cking with the wave either gon' drown in it or end up seasick
Niggas aint shit (Damn)
Hunnit dollars on the bit, calm flip, you ain't see shit (AP AP)
Couple dollars on the switch, burn phone I just pieced it
Keep to myself, the enemy see it he might just go ahead and release it
All of you capping I laugh at it
I need the rock like a crack addict
I be moving with villains with track records
Countin' how many bodies I stashed
Never feel the need to be something the same me
I need it icy the AP
Recorded her sucking in HD (What)
And shorty been feening to lick me
Only hit if she thick get it with me (Word)
The way they be moving is tricky
Shotty to his back hit em out while his partner watching and he screaming out (Ricky)
And im calling 'em all out (Who)
We 'ready been in em drops
My boy been opening shop
Nobody gon' f*ck with the plan boy
Ain't trusting a bitch with a android
Maneuvering death in a i8
To the i80 on the tristate
And we already here nigga why hate
I sip on the henny to hydrate
And pull up in big body foreigns
Them big body toys
Limo tints couldn't see through it thats a big body choice
That ball player swag
While ya'll all play the back
Get into it, it's a hustle thing I need a ball player bag
Yeah
I need a ball player bag
Boom
Boom
Boom
Yeah
Chris Wrighht
I really came to make a killin' I ain't leaving till I catch me a body
All of these people round me you could see us coming we gon' fill up the lobby
Niggas be hating they bitches is staring and really know nothin' about me
We pull up in six point four liter engines you can hear how its soundin'
Ice water bitch I feel like a fountain
Money up spent a hour for counting
I ain't talkin' 'less you talkin' the chicken
All black tryna run up a mission
Two phones on my AP shit
Throwing money on my AC shit
I just hit a lick
Try f*cking with the wave either gon' drown in it or end up seasick
Niggas aint shit (Damn)
Hunnit dollars on the bit, calm flip, you ain't see shit (AP AP)
Couple dollars on the switch, burn phone I just pieced it
Keep to myself, the enemy see it he might just go ahead and release it
All of you capping I laugh at it
I need the rock like a crack addict
I be moving with villains with track records
Countin' how many bodies I stashed
Never feel the need to be something the same me
I need it icy the AP
Recorded her sucking in HD (What)
And shorty been feening to lick me
Only hit if she thick get it with me (Word)
The way they be moving is tricky
Shotty to his back hit em out while his partner watching and he screaming out (Ricky)
And im calling 'em all out (Who)
We 'ready been in em drops
My boy been opening shop
Nobody gon' f*ck with the plan boy
Ain't trusting a bitch with a android
Maneuvering death in a i8
To the i80 on the tristate
And we already here nigga why hate
I sip on the henny to hydrate
And pull up in big body foreigns
Them big body toys
Limo tints couldn't see through it thats a big body choice
That ball player swag
While ya'll all play the back
Get into it, it's a hustle thing I need a ball player bag
Yeah
I need a ball player bag
Boom
Boom
Boom
Writer: Christopher Briones
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid