Chains On ft. R3 DA Chilliman Lyrics

Miss you made this

Ron Ron do that shit

She Took her clothes off, she got nothing but my chains on

My hobby stackin' dough thats why my pape long

Pick her up in black trucks, I'm on some boss shit

Diamonds pure water, I'm chili faucet

Gun on my hip, & my paper, in her Chanel purse

Deep in her guts cause I been takin' all these perks

Left mom's house at 15 but I'm a shit now

If you playin' with some pape, bust your bitch down

She want me all up in her face, broke niggas lame to her

Lil baby play her part, might give a chain to her

Got no time to play around, I'm chasin' pape

In a black truck with my bitch and a drake

He ain't never blowin' back inside of Neiman's

I drive V12 Benz like they demons

The money got rubber bands tied around it

Tryna quit the pink tens but I'm wildin

Broke niggas pocket watchin' me cause they motion dry

If a nigga reach for pieces, that's a homicide

Big dawg, heavy Cuban, Not no lil' shit

Her ex still want her but he broke, He gotta get a grip

Blew 5,000 on the fit, but what's that to me

Her pussy good, I'm sayin' uhh like Master P

Hit the mall, blew my pocket, I got more though

It's Louis V and Dior all in her wardrobe

She Took her clothes off, she got nothing but my chains on

My hobby stackin' dough thats why my pape long

Pick her up in black trucks, I'm on some boss shit

Diamonds pure water, I'm chili faucet

Gun on my hip, & my paper, in her Chanel purse

Deep in her guts cause I been takin' all these perks

Left mom's house at 15 but I'm a shit now

If you playin' with some pape, bust your bitch down