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chimerix – get rich lyrics

[intro: chimerix]
yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)

[chorus: chimerix]
i had to go and get rich
i had to make me some stacks (stacks)
i had to go f+ck your b+tch in the parking lot after she said i’m the best
i had to hop in a jet to la and i bought me some diamonds with my f+cking racks
i pull up with ice on my chain and these b+tches just texting me, i had to run like the flash
calling my gang up so we finna take all our guns and we aim at your head with the beam
i make all these hits and the people think i’m michael jackson the way i do the billie jean
pop me a x and i pop me a bean
spent fifteen hundred on some ‘miri jeans
i’m with the birds, with the bats, with the gang, with the slatts, you best know you can’t f+ck with the team
[verse 1: chimerix]
i made a mil in a month making hits but i still sip on liquor and sleep like a king
hop in a jet and i take a whole tour ’round the world while your broke ass ain’t doing a thing
you shot your shot at that girl and you got rejected it’s sad how much you spent on that ring (huh)
p+p+put that lil boy off the map
i only f+ck with my slatts
i only f+ck with my bats
i do not claim you if you don’t make racks
if i see an opp then i’m getting his ass
hop in the lamb’ and i swerve off the track

[verse 2: cloroxcide]
swerve off the track i be doing sh+t you can’t imagine
got me some big racks i be fanning
eating that good good in a phantom
got me the chop chop i be slamming (yuh)
slamming the trigger
b+tch i wake up make six figures
i got me a pinky ring up on my finger
i feel like rihanna cause i am a singer (woah woah)
water on me like it’s sun splash, i got some dirty money give it bubble bath
n+ggas be fat like they bubble bass, i keep a chop with a motherf+cking drum attached
big beam on me know i gotta keep a red dot
n+ggas talkin down b+tch i run up get a headshot
if they hit a l!ck b+tch you know they finna get caught
nitch i got a chain and you know it’s got some big rocks
b+tch i pull up to the bank and i walk out with 50k all in my bag
they is not playing with me, keep on playing with mem they gon’ end up with some f+ckin lag
oh my god
i don’t really give a f+ck
slide with chimerix pull up in a truck
[chorus: chimerix]
i had to go and get rich
i had to make me some stacks (stacks)
i had to go f+ck your b+tch in the parking lot after she said i’m the best
i had to hop in a jet to la and i bought me some diamonds with my f+cking racks
i pull up with ice on my chain and these b+tches just texting me, i had to run like the flash
calling my gang up so we finna take all our guns and we aim at your head with the beam
i make all these hits and the people think i’m michael jackson the way i do the billie jean
pop me a x and i pop me a bean
spent fifteen hundred on some ‘miri jeans
i’m with the birds, with the bats, with the gang, with the slatts, you best know you can’t f+ck with the team

- chimerix lyrics

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