money up, funny up, im up - chaz lyrics
(verse 1)
yeah it was meant to happen
your last 4 disses really had me laughing
speeding off just hope we ain’t crashing
the yaris lights be lit up they flashing
but we draw to conclusions
your team now has to sit there in delusion
mind spinning circles lazy susan
i’m out here showing y’all and proven, proven myself
you need to prove you can fix yourself
losing to a boy who ain’t even in twelfth
yet makes double your wealth
and is in better shape and takes care of his health
it’s embarrassing
but as a friend, i’m encouraging
i ain’t fake
neither is camron’s diamond ring
on the team i’m a first string
shoot you down like an x wing
that’s not the only shooting i’m doing
because i be out on the right wing
shooting lights out in the top shelf bang
(verse 2)
imma be victorious
cuz i’m standing on my business
it’s true that she had no interest
she was busy scrolling on pinterest
but me i ain’t really desperate
yeah i choose to be deliberate
for the future i’ll be considerate
they will see that i’m legitimate
you know i make past ella’s driveway
driving like its broadway
told her i’d be over
cuz i gotta write ashton on my sa (on my sa)
i’m stepping over you like i’m iverson
saying you improving but you worsen
need to reflect in first person
have some sort of conversion
cayden stop talking about my eyes
instead focus on my tara lines
they making you look like a rookie
also tell her thanks for the cookie
you be sorry for my sis jr
i ain’t her friend i’m her younger brother
you jealous you ain’t in her new car
or jealous you are liked behind another
85 flex on my hockey stick
14 inch flex when you see my bis
your bi weekly ain’t even factual
but mine is and they call me biflexual
your rhymes getting old, unflexible
woo make a song on his own just terrible
even had to steal my beat
like how ashton got robbed in game 7 by elite
didn’t even shave your thighs yet
times running out you gotta begin
you know everything has an end
like the 49ers season on super bowl weekend
you like brock and i’m like patty
i own you my son start calling me daddy
in fact you may even do it gladly
you probably g*y cuz you can’t pull a baddie
with all my green they call you my caddy
another job for you is at a rice paddy
can’t make a fit without a khaki
make you look like a straight iraqi
reminds me of that one tragedy
hodson could tell you dramatically
you don’t mess with cha*z
as big j said i’m making you obsolete
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