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Filthy Jazz - Chill$$$$ lyrics

Chill$$$$ lyrics

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Filthy Jazz - Chill$$$$ lyrics

[Verse 1] I wake up every morning to that Florida No gla** pouring just bottoms up, top it up Then fill my pockets up Keys, wallet, cell phone got it Call to wake the homies up My skateboard out it The summer's hot Stuff five dollars in my sock Get that playlist jumping Then push down the block Watch the rocks yo Don't even trip, just look macho Ride slow, 89 cents for the taco That's breakfast Saw this lil homie in the Lexus The cops pulled him over Yo, they always sweating us Why? Cause they hate this brother trynna make this Life worth while but for now I just skate this To city streets, all day I dream about it all day Be up on that screen in your tv, I'm 3D You see me, living that sweet life, kiwi ?Drip? city beaches, Miami bay ?seeches? Chicks come to meet ya smelling like beaches Draining all your pockets out, they cash leeches And she keeps asking, "See my hair? I just had it done." I ain't want to tell her I don't care, so I had to run I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be back at 1 Five minutes later I be sneaking out the back son [Verse 2] I hold my head up, dead up Thinking of a master Should I go to cla** or try to get my bread up And homie show me love like "damn dude that sounds nice" Then I listen to it like "nahh, it don't sound right" A bunch of hating n***as tell me who I'm trynna sound like And it's always that one kid that wants to get down right Somewhere there's a honey on a stalker She figures when the money comes she's gonna be with But the honey I prefer doesn't know that I exist And I figure I could win over if I could get rich But my brother said never stress on a b**h So I just try to forget, sh** [Hook] I just, chill Keep it blue like chrome Do my thing till the street lights on I just, chill All my days are the best And get it cool, keep away from the stress (like that) [Verse 3] So today, tomorrow I still kick it With the new haircut, bet the chicks dig it Well, I thought it was fly, but the chicks didn't I got this girl's number, kinda, only six digits Forget it, I'm chilling [Hook]