[Intro]
(Oh yeah G)
(And this beat from Cash not from YouTube)
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, I done spent some racks on these Chrome Hearts
Yeah, I done smashed a couple bad b*tches hearts
Told that b*tch she better never play with me
Yeah, real rockstar, real pop star, real block star
[Verse 1]
[?] you could tell us
I hang with killers, felons
Can't go back to the trenches
Keep me a shooter like Boogie Ellis
I'ma share this money with my gang, I can't be selfish
I'ma play thе cards that I was dealt with
Can't fu*k with them ni**as they bе telling
ni**as hating, ni**as jealous
Yeah, yeah, I can't let these racks change me
I just got a Asian b*tch straight out of Bejing
Yeah, smoking that gas, inhaling it in
I am so high, levitating
I got me some racks, it's time to cash in
fu*king that b*tch, in a Days Inn
Can't go back to my old life
Had to cut off a couple ni**as they had no life
How you fu*k my mans, try to hide it? b*tch you so trife
ni**a whats your hoes like? I done took some honies, thots and fu*ked em' for the whole night
My dick up in her tummy, she been screaming for the whole night
I done did some sh*t I'd never tell, twin
We gon' bond him out, don't matter what his bail is
We done took the lead, the whole time we was trailing
I got b*tches that's Israelian, Australian
I told that b*tch I cared, I never cared b*tch
[Chorus]
I done spent some racks on these Chrome Hearts
Yeah, I done smashed a couple bad b*tches hearts
Told that b*tch she better never play with me
Yeah, real rockstar, real pop star, real block star
[Verse 2]
I'm on the block like all day
They killed that ni**a in broad day
You need some shooters then call me
A ni**a been balling like Barclays
I ain't got time for no fu*k ni**a
It's been like ten years since I gave a fu*k ni**a
Yeah, all of these Glocks got switches
All I care about is the digits
All I care about is women
The b*tches and money I'm swimming in
12 done pulled me over cause' they said my windows tinted
My car is paid off, I swear to god this sh*t ain't rented
Call the A&R's and tell em' to come sign me ni**a
I bought my coat brand new, this ain't consignment ni**a
I came from the basement, I feel like Big Tigger
How you say you feel this and you ain't face me ni**a
[Chorus]
I done spent some racks on these Chrome Hearts
Yeah, I done smashed a couple bad b*tches hearts
Told that b*tch she better never play with me
Yeah, real rockstar, real pop star, real block star