Mar90s - Chrome Hearts lyrics

[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