Chaos

Make you a million and make you a hunnid more

Staring at fate, I'm in the lead and I'm breaking away

She want me now, but I'm making her wait

I'm at the table, a thousand a plate

How are you gonna tell me this isn't a date?

I'm down the street from the Denzel estate

Right around the corner from Babyface

Not my dog Babyface Ray, I mean the Babyface

I don't give a fuck about playin' it safe

Surveillance the way they be running my tapes

Got hoes in a craze like the old B2K

Chaos whenever I touch down, no brakes

Me and HB, it's an instant slap

An instant plaque, a system crash

I pitched it black and risked the max and anything less, I can't live with that

Hunger for more and I still got the craving

What do you know about when the walls get to caving?

What do you know about staying silent and patient

And working out kinks before kinks work their way in?

Don't even believe what say when you say it

More focused on making it than making statements

Everybody around me elevated, yeah, I'm guessing the vibe is contagious

Let's go!

Staring at fate, I'm in the lead and I'm breaking away

If you not working you taking up space

I'm at the table, a thousand a plate

How are you gonna tell me this isn't a date?

I'm down the street from the Denzel estate

Right around the corner from Babyface

Not my dog Babyface Ray, I mean

Hold up!

Take this shit where I wanna go

Make you a million and make you a hunnid more

They prayin' I stop because that's what they need the most

Big Cuban links 'round my neck, gold CP30

I fell asleep at the top while they sleeping on me

In the mirror where I see my only friend and opponent

Can't run up on us, it's too much confetti on us

On way!

I know money and everything, fuck it, we still want it, bitch

I'm one of one, ho, it ain't no re-rockin

I said what I said and I'm standing on top of it

Gas up my bitch just to boost up her confidence

She throwing fits at me just like my closet

I never got rich counting someone else pockets

Addicted to C-notes, I went up an octave

Strategically movin', to win, only option

Bitch, I ain't forcing it, holiday season I'm covered in ornaments

This ain't a tour, this a tournament

If I was stuck in the room with your shit on repeat, then that shit would be torturous

Straight from the source of it, if I ain't got it I'm sourcing it

Whatever it takes to have more of it

It's mine till I'm bored with it

Bitch

Take this shit where I wanna go

Make you a million and an make you a hunnid more

They praying I stop because that's what they need the most

Big Cuban links 'round my neck, gold CP30

I fell asleep at the top while they sleeping on me

In the mirror where I see my only friend and opponent

Can't run up on us, it's too much confetti on us

I know money ain't everything, fuck it, we still want it