Crazy (Feat. Chevy Woods)

Chevy Woods10-4 am I coming through clear Just give me bout a month or two and I'll be right here Tryna avoid police in riot gear Heavyweight cash and you just a light year I got a buzz and that's with no buzz yeah Couldn't even walk in these shoes right here And you acting like you don't see all this Like ooh shit, look at the stones They flawless, and the bitch that I'm with she gorgeous I see you giant money, mines enormous Don't even trip when I'm out I'll be very gone My pockets fat like the head on Barry Bonds You sit and chill, stack it up for a rainy day A nigga like me gotta pay to play When I was gettin' it minor, they ain't have shit to say Now they scream cause I get it in a major way HookI see 'em hatin' cause my paper right, right I tell 'em hold on She see all this and wanna stay the night, night Had nothing like this in so long She say she wanna ride with a G So hop up in my passenger girl, we could be gone, gone Don't ask yourself Cause you not Chevy Woods - Verse 2You know I got Taylor stripes like Adidas So these girls go wild like Mardi Gras On my pimp shit so my pink show when I'm sippin' slow High chance that them people coming so I'm gettin' low They all thought they gettin' dough Who cookin' the pot Sweet, potato on the tray, are you living to die On some og Bobby Johnson South Central shit Nigga, tell me who you really fucking with It's the bread man, cash top dead man From the city where you need a bullet proof headband Go go gadget the money stretching long Cash in plastic cause I get it long What you flip, that's diamonds zig zag money And what I get, c an't fit it in the bag dummy Don't ask yourself Cause you not HookI see 'em hatin' cause my paper right, right I tell 'em hold on She see all this and wanna stay the night, night Had nothing like this in so long She say she wanna ride with a G So hop up in my passenger girl, we could be gone, gone Don't ask yourself Cause you not Wiz Khalifa - verse 3Uhh, ez Wider twisting Easy Prada slip in's Niggas tell me I look like Eazy prol cause it's easy for 'em I'm bobbin' weavin' on 'em, Ali and Foreman All of my niggas ballin' got tgod across em Money countin', countin' my dollars Got no creases on 'em My weed is awesome, paid the cost now they callin' me the bossman You should be more like Khalifa That's what they boss sayin' But they ain't outta style, these niggas all All playin', thrity thousand feet up, rollin' weed up Try and kill a track I told Jerm's we cut the beat up These niggas ain't heard the best of me Say she a fan her nigga think she want me sexually Hoe, get your man I'm out here gettin it, spendin' it Spittin' the illest shit you ever heard in your life Thinkin' to yourself Chevy be killin' shit Nigga I murder it twice My money is right And when my Champagne come, they serving on ice This the life Hook: