We're live, we're live, we're live, we're live, we're live.

We're live, we're live.

Be a chat is what time will tell.

Yep me.

Be a guess another machine as well, eh, no?

Fine, man, I get blind.

I love Chris Rich.

Listen!

We pop champagne in a club cause the lifestyle used to be horrid.

Uptown bitch in a five star nightgown giving me knowledge.

Supplied arms need new forearms.

Better talk with your pokey, my bros.

He's a black tone, black on my city like Gotham.

Skip the Batman, stick all my jewels, I'll rock them.

Bloody's a joker, my nigga got them.

Tell them young gunners, come round and flex with the goons, I'll blast them.

I'll blast them.

Top hit on my plate, fuck fame on my blue, so I'll chop them.

That ain't no problem.

Had enough of Amiri jeans, I still drop them.

I want Cromart quarters.

Selena, you have St.

Drip, but I already copped them.

She want Tug Love, come and be over Boston.

She blows up to my back, roll shit out of Compton.

She hear my tunes on her often.

Playing J's, no bus, dancing's no more top 10s All the bad bitches play my songs often I don't trust, but she know my problems Baby, don't speak while I pluck them You like gun, man?

Let's have fun, then come, then All the bad bitches play my songs often Rolls up to my back, rolls straight out of Compton She hear my tunes on her often

Playing J's, no bus, dance needs no more top 10s All the bad bitches play my songs often I don't trust, but she know my problems Baby, don't speak while I pluck them You like gun, man?

Let's have fun, then come, then All the bad bitches play my songs We don't trust no niggas round the other side We let them hollows fly, another homicide Come out, open kitten for some other guys I ain't got no time, bros got a time Never do old fresh and I need more designs Always been all lacking, so we got a bang

We don't know the chef and we can glamorize.

We got bragging rights.

I don't love her.

Fuck it.

I'll just do it twice.

Yo, if I wanna floss, I'll cop a Gio twice.

Bulls up to my back, roll straight out of Compton.

She hear my tunes on her often.

Playing J's, no bus, dance needs no more top 10s All the bad bitches play my songs often I don't trust, but she know my problems Baby, don't speak while I pluck them You like gun, man?

Let's have fun, then come, then All the bad bitches play my songs often Rolls up to my back, rolls straight out of Compton She hear my tunes on her off

Playing Jay's no bus, dancing is no more top dance All the bad bitches play my songs often I don't trust but she know my problems Baby don't speak while I pluck them You like gun men?

Let's have fun then come then All the bad bitches play my songs often

I love Chris Rich.