Peezy - Brooklyn Chop House
Uh, I'm tryna figure it outHow many hoes can I fuck, nigga?
How many cars can I buy? How many watches do I need?
How many chains can I buy? How many-
Yeah, let me breathe, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Been doin' this shit so long
Uh
Keep all that
Pfft, uh
Sixty floors up, this a different view (this a different view)
Rich nigga, got statues in my livin' room
Came from cookin' dope off the kitchen, too
Rolling Loud, sippin' juice, bag gone, nigga, poof
I've been really goin' through some shit, I miss my nigga Snoop
I've been playin' in Hollywood Hills, but I'm still in a loop
Rap come second, bitch, I'm gettin' loot (yeah)
Go and sell a hunnid Ps first, then hit the booth
I can't change at all, it's what I come from
I ain't runnin' from smoke, but I don't want none (but I don't want none)
I'm sittin' back, stackin' for the long run (let's get it)
I say I'm sittin' back, stackin' for the- (okay)
Move forward, stay ahead, and dodge negativity (Dodge)
First time I fucked the game, it took my virginity
Free my young niggas, did they thing in the cold
Burberry hoodie on, the game gettin' colder
Can tell you from experience, I'm a lil' older
Don't listen to these rappers, they ain't never seen it
Young nigga feel like Ace walkin' out the cleaners
Came from stealin' out a Family Dollar, now we shop at Neiman's, nigga
Sixty floors up, this a different view (this a different view)
Rich nigga, got statues in my livin' room
Came from cookin' dope off the kitchen, too
Rolling Loud, sippin' juice, bag gone, nigga, poof
I've been really goin' through some shit, I miss my nigga Snoop
I've been playin' in Hollywood Hills, but I'm still in a loop
Rap come second, bitch, I'm gettin' loot
Go and sell a hunnid Ps first, then hit the booth
Tell the boss to clear the section, 'cause we comin' through
Give me ten thousand singles, make these bitches choose
Head bitch tuiton when I'm in the mood (when I'm feelin' it)
Call it give it back, I never went to school
How many cars I drop? How many watches you see?
You just puttin' on for the 'Gram, you ain't poppin' to me (stop playin')
Brooklyn, top house, Red Lobster to me
Made a hundred last night, we goin' shoppin' this week
Run that money up until you tear up the sole
On your shoes, then keep runnin' 'til you tear up some more (keep goin')
Do whatever for each other, don't do nothin' for hoes
Spend it all on the kids, give the wife what she want, nigga
Sixty floors up, this a different view (yeah)
Rich nigga, got statues in my livin' room
Came from cookin' dope off the kitchen, too (yeah)
Rolling Loud, sippin' juice, bag gone, nigga, poof (yeah, ayy)
I've been really goin' through some shit, I miss my nigga Snoop
I've been playin' in Hollywood Hills, but I'm still in a loop (I'm in a loop, boy)
Rap come second, bitch, I'm gettin' loot
Go and sell a hunnid Ps first, then hit the booth
Yeah
Ghetto
Written by:
Phillip Glen-Earl Peaks
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