Chills

(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