Chill Will - Crazy lyrics

[Hook – Chill Will] Shirt match the belt match the shoes, that's crazy Dumping kush ashes on the floor, I'm lazy Sipping on the lean, got me looking kind of crazy n***a talking down but it really don't faze me Imma hit her quick before she start acting crazy Rims on the tires got my car driving crazy Ice around my neck got your girl looking crazy Chilling with some chicks screaming f** you, pay me [Verse 1 – Chill Will] Half a million dollars worth of twenties, that's crazy 20 squares on the back seat, I'm crazy Riding down 20, never see the speed limit n***a No this ain't a gimmick, quarter million for my image n***a Pausing for the fans on my way, that's crazy Designer frames hanging off my face, I'm shady Shawty got an a** on her and it's crazy But she say she got an old man and he crazy I'm moving the white girl, I'm driving Mrs. Daisy n***a play with me, he gon be pushing on daisies I'm tryna f** today, girl I'm kinda impatient But if she say she love me Imma drive that b**h crazy [Hook] [Verse 2 – Takeoff] Shades, they matching the shirt The shirt, it's matching my shoes Let's get out my j**els! Water my diamonds ain't talking bout pool Robin my denim, religion is true Versace, Medusa, your Sace is fool I got the hook up like I'm black and blue Sick with the wrist, like I got the flu Red bottom my shoe, but I ain't Piru Calling up Chill, we taking them trips To Beverly Hills to pick up them M's f** your main b**h and I put her on film Yao Ming bricks, clientele at the gym Selling that white got me M&Ms OG gas bag in the MCM Keep the big drank, keep F&Ns Bad a** b**h, she come from Berlin What's crazy, I came a long way from Old Navy Versace, Versace, we made it Mama she told me that we gon be hated and we gon be famous And that we the greatest The shades is matching the belt, the belt is matching the shoes They tell me it's crazy, I know that they hate it I pull up Mercedes, I just left the bando from whipping the babies (That's Crazy) [Hook] [Verse 3 – Quavo] Young rich n***a, so you know my pocket crazy Me and Chill Will man, we go crazy with them babies I look in my pocket, I'm seeing them Benjamin Franklins I'm taking your b**h, smash, smash, smash While you out there buying her anklets Riding with 6 n***as, 6 pistols, get your issue Blowing on green like a whistle, put the scope on these f** n***as Which way did he go, trap in the rain sleet or snow, the feds ain't ever gon know I got the dope, crazy remix it with soap, crazy remix it with soap I keep the white like the pope, your b**h she cooking the coke They wrap it and pack it, I pack it and ship it My dope is so crazy, my dope is exquisite I'm teaching you lessons so listen Your b**h ought to stay in the kitchen Beat the pots and the pans and the dishes I'm a chemist (That's crazy) [Hook]