Pointer Chains lyrics

by

Destroy Lonely


(8-808)

(Aye Clayco go cook that motherf*cker up)
[Chorus]
b*tch I'm ballin' I got 3 pointer chains on (Look Killa)
I'm in Europe n*gga, come and put the gang on
I ain't worried bout no b*tch they still lame hoes
Vamp sh*t, I'm comin' through with diamond fangs on
I'm iced out I'm comin' through with diamond rings on
n*ggas ain't me we don't even make the same cho's
n*ggas ain't me we can't even rock the same clothes

[Verse 1]
Been flooded out my ho' but I called up Alex Moss
n*ggas ain't tryna make no sense, I ain't even tryna talk
I was getting money way before my big bro had it in his sock
n*ggas keep talking 'bout these hoes but all them b*tches we done popped
Look at my bracelet, I don't even want no diamond watch (Nah)
Your main b*tch know I'm a boss I took her to the top (Top floor)
The same n*gga and I'm still getting the same riches
I'm gettin' money b*tch I guess I finally made it
These n*ggas don't want it we ain't even speaking the same language
These n*ggas can't touch my b*tch she badder than they main b*tch

(Look Killa)
[Chorus]
b*tch I'm ballin' I got 3 pointer chains on (Look Killa)
I'm in Europe n*gga, come and put the gang on (Fasho)
I ain't worried bout no b*tch they still lame hoes (On god)
Vamp sh*t, I'm comin' through with diamond fangs on
I'm iced out I'm comin' through with diamond rings on
n*ggas ain't me we don't even make the same cho's
n*ggas ain't me we can't even rock the same clothes

[Verse 2]
Last year I stepped it up and this year imma pop my sh*t (Pop it)
A young n*gga lit, I'm booted until 2036
Call my jeweler up, put my wrist all on futuristic b*tch
Come through hold it up and make all of them pus*y n*ggas sh*t
What I'm reppin' b*tch that's double O (Double up)
I ain't worried, I ain't stressin' about nothin' hoe (Nah)
b*tch I'm smokin' dope, chillin' on the top floor (Top floor)
You know how it go, I'm achieving [?]
b*tch I'm ready to go, [?]
n*gga try the gang huh I guess it's suicide
I'm pourin' up right now, everyday I'm livin' high
I'm rollin' up right now, everyday I'm livin' high
I'm the Look Killa, b*tch I'm known for gettin' fly (Look Killa)
All these n*ggas cappers, they just known for tellin' lies
I take care of my b*tches, imma spend a [?]
I take [?] my bros imma [?]
(Top Floor)

[Chorus]
b*tch I'm ballin' I got 3 pointer chains on (Look Killa)
I'm in Europe n*gga, come and put the gang on
I ain't worried bout no b*tch they still lame hoes (On god)
Vamp sh*t, I'm comin' through with diamond fangs on
I'm iced out I'm comin' through with diamond rings on
n*ggas ain't me we don't even make the same cho's
n*ggas ain't me we can't even rock the same clothes
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