Chrome Hearts Lyrics

Rich, bye

What you doing? Rich, Five

What you doing, rich

Rich, rich, rich

In the trench and hanging with hooligans

You piss me off, I'ma fuck the one you love

Yo Bitch, she tryna to look in my eyes

These Chrome Hearts glasses cover me up

These wockhardt suds bubbling up

Bankroll keep doubling up

I can see you through a optic scope

Gun smoke turning me up

She shaking her ass on the real one

The big, not the little one

We don't need no security, baby

You know my nigga gon' kill some

Count a 100 racks up with the big eyes

2,800 on these chrome hearts on my eyes

I be walking around the trenches, nigga

With the fat thighs

Looking at these carats in my ring

You get the big eyes

Spend 2,600 on the eighth

Drink it with the guys

It ain't nothing to take your bitch on a plane

She love the sky

It ain't nothing to stuff a duffel bag

With a hundred pais

It ain't nothing to hit the coke with water

Then let it dry

What you be doing, five

How you make them racks

How you get them bags in Atlanta

You was in cali with packs

You was talking to prosecutors, nigga

You had turned to Rat

You had broke my heart, lil' nigga

I would've front you a pack

Threw a rock and hid your hand, nigga

I'm disappointed with that

We whack niggas broad day

Then come outside right after that

223's whistling

Have you doing the cabbage patch

A grown man pulled a stick out on me

I dismantle that

Fromt you 13,000 worth of crack

Can you handle that

Mingling with the millions out in Houston

I don't play like that

I don't play like that