Sweet Chin Muzik

[Verse]
It’s the Walking Chandelier
The man in here, no cans of beer
Just champagne, I hand it here
I bossed up, I planned my year
Just toured down Lenox mall, and I had some fans in there
Then, came back to the D, they showed me love, I landed here
When I throw the ice on, I open up a can of fear
‘cause they scared to get they hoes took
Soon as when they hoes look
I’m ballin’ like a no-look, can do this shit with no hook
Your bitch got a list of niggas she fucked, I’m in your hoe book
Know what? Let’s talk about some other shit
How I’m worth a couple bricks, and you be on the sucka shit?
I’ll take your mouth and muzzle it
You talk too much, “HBK, you floss too much”
Ain’t shit to me that cost too much, in this boat - no Nautica
Audemars, I wear the Rollie, whip a foreign like it’s stoley
Water on me like it’s holy, ‘bout to cop another trophy
Get the fuck out if you comin’ just to get to know me
If you love me, better show me
Show that ass, you better for me
Fake and phony hoes get passed ‘round, I take the homie
Told my jeweler, “Flood it with VVS’ and lay it on me”
Smack your mouth with hunids
Now, watch what the fuck you sayin’, homie
Been through it all, I know that somebody prayin’ for me
Hatin’ on me only gon’ lead to your hoe tooken
Keep fuckin’ ‘round, it’s gon’ lead to your soul tooken
Long Live Roc, I know that my bro lookin’
Smilin’ down on me and seein’ his bro cookin’
Not ten years ago, I was mad about them show-bookin’s
‘cause I ain’t have no ice on me to keep the hoes lookin’
Now, I’m all in front
With your hoe, drinkin’, she smoke all the blunts
Taught yall how to stunt, stolen style, so we call ‘em fronts
Call ‘em up, them two hoes ready, I fuck ‘em all at once
Bouncers won’t let yall in the club, Yall fuckin’? Yall with us
Chopped it up with L’s, but came back and got some W’s
You came back when I got up, so I can’t fuck with you
Bosses who it’s nothin’ to
So, when I say I’m ‘bout to hit the mall and spendin’ like ten
Then, it’s nothin’, boo
Comfortable when spendin’ when I can get it in an hour
Your bitch got a fetish for niggas with tatts in the shower
Been a fresh nigga since the first Explorer with Eddie Bauer
I think about money every second of every hour
I heard ‘em talkin’ bad, now, they faces lookin’ sour
I did this for the motherfuckin’ haters and the doubters

[Outro]
BYLUG the realist clique
All my niggas gettin’ rich
Champagne, spillin’ Cris-
Real niggas spendin’ shit