TOTE THE CHROME Lyrics

Sippin on that lean Promethazine got me slow

Money be the motive nigga, bitch that dough is all I know

And if you fuck round wit my bread this .45 knock off your dome

Gotta FN it's plastic, but I rather tote the chrome

If you speaking to me nigga then you better watch yo tone

Cuz I promise I'm not the one

I be paranoid these days

Cuz I cannot trust no one

Niggas phony yeah forreal

They be jokes like a pun

They be steady playin' the fifty

So I keep a hunnid' in this drum

And thirty in this tommy gun

Make a nigga run like gump

Bitch I do this shit too different

I ain't ever been ordinary

Goin' straight up to the top

4LV too legendary stacking up plenty guap

I could never fuckin' flop

I ain't worried bout these niggas

Most these niggas be some cops

They Pillow talkin' to a thot then confused when they get shot

All that dumb shit he was talkin'

Nigga thought that I forgot

I'm just peepin how you move

Especially after you been caught

Bro said he think he spot a op

I said bet let's go get em dropped

Then we slidin' in drop tops, wit' a big ass mop

Sippin on that lean Promethazine got me movin' slow

Money be the motive nigga, bitch that dough is all I know

And if you fuck round wit my bread this .45 knock off your dome

Gotta FN it's plastic, but I rather tote the chrome

If you speaking to me nigga, better watch yo tone

Cuz I promise I'm not the one

I be paranoid these days

Cuz I cannot trust no one

(Nah, nah I can't trust no one)

Yeah I'm standin' ten toes, I don't need no helpin' hand

Bitch I got it out the dirt, bitch I got it out the sand

Ever since a lil' kid my pops taught me how to be a man

And ever since then, that's exactly what I did

I times my money by ten

It's a lonely path when you runnin' to them m's

Most these Niggas be so fake

Quick to switch and play pretend

Like when a nigga come up

Then they expecting you to lend

But when you down on yo ass

Then nobody will attend

That's why Ion't got many friends

Only friends wit' Benjamin's

Yeah I need them presidents (I need them presidents)

Money on my mind, yeah, nigga that's the motive (That's the motive)

Attract them blues like my pockets magnetic

My bitch so pretty, majestic

You fuck wit her nigga it could get hectic (Ha!)

Yeah, it could get real hectic

You fuck wit' her nigga that's a death wish

I pass to my shoota, assist, he swish

He wet yo ass up just like a fish

Hunnid' round shots out the blicc

When we turn on the switch

Get these pussy niggas gone dismissed

Get a opp nigga crossed off the list

Ain't playin no games I need all them chips

You steal from my kind you get body bag zipped

I be-I be wit' my fye if you run up you gon' die

I be wit' that (Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa)

I be wit' that fye if you run up you gon' die

Sippin on that lean Promethazine got me slow

Money be the motive nigga, bitch that dough is all I know

And if you fuck round wit' my bread this .45 knock off your dome

Gotta FN it's plastic, but I rather tote the chrome

If you speakin' to me nigga then you better watch yo tone

Cuz I promise I'm not the one

I be paranoid these days

Cuz I cannot trust no one

Niggas phony yeah forreal

They be jokes like a pun

They be steady playin' the fifty

So I keep a hunnid' in this drum

And thirty in this tommy gun