chris paul lyrics

[Intro]
Chris Paul, hey

[Chorus]
b*tch, you know I'm ballin', why you keep on callin' me? (Why you call?)
All this money on me look like I just hit the lottery (Hit the lotto)
I know that she like me and I think she want to swallow me (Wanna swallow)
In the mall, b*tch, I go Chris Paul (Chris Paul)
I been front line, shawty, yes, I'm ridin' with my dawgs (With my dawgs)
She like to drip like me so lil' one what I call her (What I call her)
Put that sh*t on, I'ma take it off, shawty (Take it off)
Patek on them hoes, huh, look for all of 'em (All of 'em)

[Verse 1]
All black fashion
My b*tch drippin' just like a witch, black magic
Chrome Hearts all through my crib, b*tch, I'm havin' this (Lil' b*tch I—)
Yes, you already know that I'm geeked, why you askin' me? (Why you askin' me?)
I been off the porch, lil' b*tch, I'm clutchin' on my .40
I ain't have no silver spoon, got it up out the streets, I forked it (b*tch, I forked it)
She just tried to get some money out of me, unfortunately (Unfortunately)
'Cause I ain't payin' for no lil' b*tch that ain't even worth sh*t (Yah)
(Killa, ayy)
(Killa, hey)

[Chorus]
Hey, b*tch, you know I'm ballin', why you keep on callin' me? (Why you callin' me?)
All this money on me look like I just hit the lottery (I hit the lotto)
I know that she like me and I think she want to swallow me (She wanna swallow)
In the mall, b*tch, I go Chris Paul (Chris Paul)
I been front line, shawty, yes, I'm ridin' with my dawgs (With my dawgs)
She like to drip like me so lil' one what I call her (What I call her)
Put that sh*t on, I'ma take it off, shawty
Patek on them hoes, huh, look for all of 'em
[Verse 2]
Killer, she a lady killer
Yeah, yeah, for realer (Yeah, for real)
I'm the Look Killa with the swag, I be drillin' (Killa, Killa)
She a lady killer with the swag, she be spillin'
All black fur on my jacket, chinchilla
Tom Ford, Paul McCartney, and she goin' Stella (She goin' Stella)
Paparazzi pop my sh*t, lil' baby, I look stellar
Your paparazzi poppin', b*tch, I heard, yeah, you look stellar
If looks could kill, then it's first degree murder
They said that real n*ggas died, well, we resurgin' ('Surgin')
n*ggas talkin' so much sh*t, I know they teeth dirty (Teeth dirty)
I been walkin' so much sh*t, lil' b*tch, my feet hurtin' (Hurtin')
n*ggas movin' kinda weird, it's makin' me nervous
I ain't never runnin' out of paper, b*tch, I keep splurgin'
I ain't never worried 'bout a hater, we gon' keep on hurtin' (Hurt)
Live with all this flexin', countin' all this money, b*tch, I'm never stressin'
I been countin' hundreds (Huh, huh)
(Poppin', killer, poppin', killer)

[Chorus]
Hey, b*tch, you know I'm ballin', why you keep on callin' me? (Why you callin' me?)
All this money on me look like I just hit the lottery
I know that she like me and I think she wanna swallow me
In the mall, b*tch, I go Chris Paul (Chris Paul)
I been front line, shawty, yes, I'm ridin' with my dawgs (Ah-ah)
She like to drip like me so lil' one what I call her (What I call her)
Put that sh*t on and take it off, shawty (Take it off)
Patek on them hoes, huh, look for all of 'em (f*ck)
[Outro]
f*ck them
f*ck a n*gga talkin' bout?
Poppin', Look Killa, Killa
Yeah, lil' top
Boss