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aris sparks - waffle house chronicles lyrics

[intro] i want the fame, i want the money, i want the love, i want it all…

[hook: aris sparks]
she got dreams of a million i got dreams wit no ceilings
the sky ain’t the limit imma need about a billion
b-tch i gotta touch money like, oh, what a feelin’
union money gang these n-ggas know we finna make a k!llin’

she got dreams of a million i got dreams wit no ceilings
the sky ain’t the limit imma need about a billion
b-tch i gotta touch money like, oh, what a feelin’
union money gang these b-tches know we finna make a k!llin’

[verse 1: krivers]
she my bottom b-tch, lady and a tramp
she suck a couple d-cks, she get my latest stamp
she do what daddy say, she never make demands
she just tryna feed her seed, she gon take the chance
for her daughter she gon make the choice
she never f-ck for free, the paper make her moist
i tell the b-tch to shoot a bundle just to keep her poise
daddy do the talkin for you baby save your voice
i keep it simple wit the pimpin
i’m like a god to her, say whatever and she listened
she believe in me, say that money’s her religion
cuz we marathon running and she down to go the distance
she a rider… i know it’s wrong but we past that
still chasing after money we ain’t grasp yet
yea that’s my b-tch, you can smash that
don’t be surprised if she ask where the cash at

[hook]

[verse: aris sparks]
you are not f-ckin wit a loser, ball hard like an indiana hoosier
eric gordon, what i make make it’s not important
but sooner, than later getting paper no bullsh-t
like derrick rose or da bul boozer.. ya feel me
work harder than a mexican, but spend like a white man
i’m scheming like a african, make plays like a tight end
got my shorty at my right, and she got dreams of a million
i tell her i need them benjamins to stack up p-ss the ceiling
what’s a dream without action, couple n-ggas wit me packin
they tell me to stick to rappin, but show up like n-gga what’s happening
and you ain’t f-cking wit no ordinary n-gga, that want ordinary figures
don’t want ordinary b-tches, extraordinary riches
lowkey they only see me if you takin pictures
i gave that wedding ring to paper it could never fit ya
and if you can’t f-ck wit that then imma f-ckin miss ya
ya coming second if i’m f-ckin wit ya

[hook]

- aris sparks lyrics

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