Chrome Heart Lens

Lil Tracy

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This bitch got a boyfriend but she fucking (woo)
I came five minutes ago when I look down
And she still sucking (she still sucking)
I got a heart inside of my chest, but I feel nothing (but I feel nothing)
I got chrome heart inside my lens, I'm seeing money (money)
I got more pretty ho's then you got racks
Yeah, I'm 'bout my fuckin' business, yeah, my suit got Prada tags
Okay, yeah, all my hundreds crispy and all my bitches super bad
Okay, I'm sucking on her titties
She want me to slap her ass (she want me to slap her ass)

Boy, you're talking too much (too much)
Made thirty racks today
I used not have two bucks (not even have two bucks)
You need to tie your shoes up before you fuck around
And trip tryna run it up with us (you can't run it up with us)
I'm fuckin' yo' bitch on a Monday
Called the lyft and she left in a hyundai
Niggas sneak dissing on Sunday
Then they act like your friend on a Monday
Used to get five racks a show (five)
Now I look at that shit like it's chump change
Got rick owens on all of my toes (toes)
I'm finna go step on the runway

Work, work, work, work, that's all I do, I'm on rihanna time
My cougar bitch so bad, she was born 1979
I'm a rich nigga that's facts, I'm confused, I don't know what to buy
My ex bitch was mad, said she leavin'
All I said was bye (okay, bye)
I'm a jerk, I know
Skinny jeans, my pockets bold (leggo)
Fuck a heart of gold, I got me a heart of chrome (chrome)
Yes, my money long
My bank account look like a phone number (hold up, hold up)
I said my money long
My bank account look like a phone number