Chill lyrics

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Rolled up in a Rolls
With a few rolled up
Hoes eyes know real gold
So they chose us for show sl*ts
That gold nuts four bucks
But I only cop them hoes donuts
Sun rose up last night that chapter close one
A new ep has just begun
Life was wrapped just until it's done
Though I never corporation reign forever
Did your car come with the umbrella
You can ask your b*tch how soft is my leather
She seen it she couldn't believe it
She touched it she wanted to f*ck it
Infatuated with n*ggas that's hustling
Always stunting I got a whole lot of sh*t started
With nothin
Now they all know when I'm coming
They roll out the carpets and they playing trumpets
Keys to the city, keys to the Bentley, keys to a grand piano playing symphony
Killing these n*ggas no sympathy
Stepping on they necks with my SB Tiffanys
Say she the one like Billie Jean
But b*tch I don't love these hoes is you kidding me
How could I take you seriously
Would've f*cked any n*gga that wasn't a VIP
Oh you did that just to get with me
You bullsh*tting me hoe I don't roll with security
Got a few friends rolled in with me
Will somebody please come get this freak
Completely out my vicinity
For really G, I really be
Where the money go be it land air
n*gga rain, snow, out of space
Mahf*ckin grind mode
Rolex presidential time code
Time froze
Though it wait for no man
Got sixty grand in my mini hand
Im a whole mahf*ckin business man
In the Velour suit, and a headband
Like yeah man
[Outro]
Yeah
Wrist
Chill
Pinky rings
Chill
Sorry for the Wraith
For real
Weed and Instrumentals
JLR
Jet Life Recordings