CCC Lyrics

Ain't got time for these hoes, I'm chasing cheese

She quarterback on my mans, no hands

I told her "baby please"

Now I'm sitting in first class, noise complaints

I told them "it's the weed"

Hans Zimmer, man it's a movie

Got it on HD, check your screen

I don't lose control

Cruise control

I could take you places you don't know

Cruise control

Cruise control

Hotbox in my spaceship

Let's just let it flow

I need me a Benz (vroom)

I need me a house with a pool (splash)

All of my friends dope

They cannot fuck with the crew (gang)

Officer asking for coke money

I got a bag in the boot (bag)

Cruising the night with a snow bunny

Clearly I gave you a clue

Yeah, andele andele eeyah

I want a bag and I'm stacking it knee high

Whole lotta huns like I'm running a bee hive

Don't even know her, she said I'm ariba, yeah

I need my neck two tone

Diamonds be dancing like Jason Derulo

Don't mix me up with the homies that you know

Look at my drip they confuse me for Migos

Ain't got time for these hoes, I'm chasing cheese

She quarterback on my mans, no hands

I told her "baby please"

Now I'm sitting in first class, noise complaints,

I told them "it's the weed"

Hans Zimmer, man it's a movie

Got it on HD, check your screen

I don't lose control

Cruise control

I could take you places you don't know

Cruise control

Cruise control

Hotbox in my spaceship

Let's just let it flow

If it ain't 'bout guap for me, Ima leave my phone on read

Ima keep burning these trees, and they come from overseas

Work then count my cheese

Bitch, ain't nun for free

She don't got a degree, but a sensei on her knees

Please don't get me started

One of my bitches calling

She made that bounce, Spalding

One of my bitches calling

No, no time for talking

One of my bitches calling

Caller ID, I saw it

One of my bitches calling

One of 'em blowing my phone, ain't pick up

One of 'em hit my box on Twitter

Ima go ghost, MJ thriller

One of 'em psycho, one of 'em bitter

Heart so cold, if you want it then take it

Soul so warm like God been baking

Ain't cuff yet but the hoes been claiming

Ain't got a cape but they all need saving

Even on my Sunday break my pocket's buzzing

Try my best to hide it, but you know they're up to something

I can't take the pressure anymore, my heart is clogged

You could be the one who could ride without assumptions

This is problem for me

But I won't let the cycle repeat

GTA, Ima lower the heat

Mm

When you see me, I'm never the same

Got my stylist to dress me in fame

Coz I know that it's part of the game

Yeah