Why Is Everything Chrome (Lean Swag Rock Wit It)

(Why is Everything Chrome?) Cash
 Man this beat got me feeling like the franchise boyz in this bihh
 Lean wit' it, rock wit' it
 Lean swag rock wit' it, lean swag rock wit' it
 (Everything Is Chrome In The Future) Work
 I get to the money, I get it and go
 I'm fucking your bitch, got dick in her throat
 Nigga leaning, just poured up a four
 Run in your spot, taking ya dough
 Hit 'em high, hit 'em low low woah woah woah
 It's critical nigga (work)
 Let me quit playing and get on this beat
 I don't wanna hear when you talking to me
 Freestyle but the drip ain't free
 Bust down and the bitch ain't cheap
 She cuffed now, done hit her for weeks
 Up now, got her selling my weed
 I got the keys to the streets, I'm sending niggas, bring 'em to me
 These diamonds dancing, quit lookin' at me
 Niggas be fans when they beefing with me
 You got guns, we got cannons
 Hit 'em with drums, call 'em Nick Cannon
 A nigga be grooving
 A nigga be moving
 Call up my shooters and they come and do ya
 My young niggas shooting my young niggas shooting
 Come to my city, won't see 'em again
 Nigga on fuck shit
 Drinkin that Henn, mixed with that Xan
 You know the recipe and I'm smoking yo mans
 Got prices on ya head, got niggas that work for me
 Still from the hood but nobody know
 Still got them racks, keep that on the low
 I'm smoking good, I got it from me
 Get out ya draws, get on ya knees
 I'm on that pimp shit, I'm extra drippin'
 Throw up the C's, I'm extra crippin' (swag)
 She don't want me to leave, she extra trippin'
 Sprite codeine, I be extra lifted (work)
 I get to the money, I get it and go
 Run up them bands and trap out the store
 My dope real hot when it get off the stove
 Bitch thought I was playin', I hit it and go
 Nigga thought he was hard, 10 shots to the throat
 Woah, woah (swag), woah (swag), woah (swag), woah (swag)
 Woah (swag), woah (swag), woah (swag)
 Woah (swag), woah (swag), woah (swag)
 It's critical nigga
 Me and my flags, they matchin' together
 Done gave her a molly, put dick in her belly
 I need a bitch like Miley Cyrus
 He don't come outside, that nigga be hidin' (eyy)
 We going dumb, we shoot for a hobby (eyy
 You a middleman, you can quit lyin'
 I got good aim, I shoot for his linin'
 She got good brain, she got A in science
 Look at the rollie, that shit be shinin'
 Bling Blau
 Check out the freestyle, the shit be ridin'
 I get to the money, I get it and go
 Go, Go (swag), Go (swag), Go (swag), Go (swag), Go (swag)
 It's critical nigga
 Swag