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sha mula, chase benji & giz da cheifa - went pro lyrics

[intro: chase benji]
chase benj, adoublem
adoublem, we get money quick
yeah, yeah, yeah

[pre-hook: chase benji]
they seem me ballin’ now
b-tch, i go to work, i’ll never call in now
gotta get the bag first, that’s what it’s all about
tryin’ get up on they feet, i see ’em crawlin’ now
yeah, yeah, yeah

[hook: chase benji]
i’m ballin’ like i just went pro
they got a bag, then they went broke
i can never be around them people, yeah
cause they just wanna be around when they need you
i’m ballin’ like i just went pro
they got a bag, then they went broke
i was smoking gas, then drove
you don’t see the p-ssenger, cause her head went low [whoa]

[verse 1: chase benji] ?:
i was laughing to the bank, but i’m not a comedian
i’m from brooklyn, i be cooking, i gotta lotta ingredients
i got the secret sauce
i’m dive when i’m at the pot
so cold, get gooseb-mps, no travis scott
feel like an astronaut
my pockets running outta sp-ce
upgraded my life, these n-gg-s outta date
think life is a game, gotta learn how to play it
they dead broke, they in too deep, like a dead body by a lake
everybody tryin’ get on their feet, but they fallin’ victim
i try and tell ’em, ya gotta get a bag and beat the system
but some n-gg-s is to fake, gotta take ’em out like a wisdom
look b-tch i’m to sick, but i ain’t got no symptoms [yeah]
i be rollin’ up the medicine, in my zone i feel better than i eva’ been
all eyez on me, i’m chosen, picture me rolling
came up through the dark night, like christopher nolan [yeah]

hook x 1

verse 2 – sha mula:
i am coming through pardon me, b-tch, i be where the party be
stompin’ ’em out, i got them bl–dy shoes
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout cardi b [woah]
when i got that 5th it sound like harmony
i’mma get my green, just like that goblin, in that peter parker scene
straight
my b-tch pull up and pull my pants off
this b-tch wanna shake her -ss, i said, i got something she can dance on
my weed strong like lance arm
this sh-t littie, no lampon[?]
when it hit that time of the month, i’mma have you bleeding like a tampon
be honest, ya’ll n-gg-s ain’t got no dollars
why the f-ck ya’ll walkin’ around here broke, like ya ain’t got no pockets
they got my mans and ’em, they stranded up on rikers island
i’m like montana when i hand a b-tch that miley cyrus
where you going
i’mma f-ck your b-tch and have her riding on my unicorn
when i school these n-gg-s, man, they gotta wear their uniform
my baby 9 gotta put that work in if my shooter gone
now if they sleepin’, i’m wakin’ ’em up
just like a new alarm
i’m ballin’ b-tch, i’m goin’ pro
she rode me like a rodeo
when i say i got that magazine, i ain’t talking ’bout rolling stone
my brooklyn n-gg-s might gun you down, you steady runnin’ your runnin’ mouth
ya’ll n-gg-s better walk around with them scissors boy, and cut it out

verse 3 – ?:
i’m balling like the first round pick
i’mma swerve off when i’m in my whip
please do not converse with me
if it ain’t an emergency
all i spit flames
everything i touch gets third degree

pre-hook

- sha mula chase benji giz da cheifa lyrics

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