Young Breed - Chillin' N k**in' lyrics

[Intro] Chilling and k**ing [Chorus] They still printing money try and get you some They still making guns go on and get you one I suggest you get you one I suggest you get you one They still printing money try and get you some They still making guns go on and get you one I suggest you get you one I suggest you get you one [Verse 1] Blue hunnid dollar bills you think I'm cripping Banana on a stick you think I'm slipping Booty big, softer than ma leather seats Quick, to slap you with my hand Bout ma paper feet swinging Chicken solo fake one you a duck back He took it home and opened it like what the f** n***a Insta-thugging thinking I won't set them up I send my b**h in yo DM and get you stuck yeah I'm mack daddy, I'm dack strap I'm dat riddy shout out ma n***a mustard heavy that I got a itchy trigger finger itching constant I'm still that junky jilt that lost his conscience [Hook] They still printing money try and get you some They still making guns go on and get you one I suggest you get you one I suggest you get you one They still printing money try and get you some They still making guns go on and get you one I suggest you get you one I suggest you get you some [Verse 2] I'm still jamming plugs and I ain't running off A n***a got asthma I can't run that long Ima shove this f**ing tech right down your f**ing neck Ima catch a charge hit the boss calling home collect (hello) Six figure bond paid it like a bond My co-defendant p**y and he played the part I did voodoo and the victim never came to court b**h n***a be the one I put the makeup on They never stop making guns get you one They never stop making ones get you some Got a empty stomach with a full ranch Ima hit you up and I don't care who watching [Hook] They still printing money try and get you some They still making guns go on and get you one I suggest you get you one I suggest you get you one They still printing money try and get you some They still making guns go on and get you one I suggest you get you one I suggest you get you some [Verse 3] I got the AK-47 from the devil himself Got this pot from the D-Boy who serving 30 to d**h Trapped out my mama house till she found my bond My big cousin said f** it come and count these ones So much money in my face look like I ran in the bank I was only 15 whipping a 4 in the saint You outta sync petty paper b**h we after the brink I'm from the slums full of d** n***as die by the link Got a hunnid round extendo even when it ain't beef Still f**ing up foreigns even when it ain't lease Shout out to the robbers who still think I'm a slip And shout out to the choppers with the tape on the clip [Hook] They still printing money try and get you some They still making guns go on and get you one I suggest you get you one I suggest you get you some