Cal Scruby - Ain't Shit Change lyrics

rate me

Ft. Chris Brown

(Intro)

Man, I feel like I'm in a fuckin' spaceship, with all these buttons and shit

Like the way the doors open up, seriously, look at this fuckin' wood

It's like I'm in a treehouse, I swear, man, this shit is crazy

This is pure oxygen pumpin' out this shit

Cal, Cal, Cal, look, you gon' be able to get one of yours

You gon' get this whole life

Everything you want! But, we gotta focus, we gotta go get this money

How much this round for?

It's about 400.000 man

US dollars?!

US dollars. You can buy 500 of my car with this shit

Ya know how I got it? Hustlin'! Basketball, what we're doing right now

So I need your head in the game, bro!

(Hook: Cal Scruby)

Ain't shit changed but the chain and the watch

We gon' make it rain, switchin' lanes in the drop

1 red, 1 blue like we came with the cops

Yeah, it's goin' down but we stand at the top

(Verse: Cal Scruby)

They open up the door for me, like it's a king comin' through bitch

There's a whole lot more of us, yeah that's my team comin' through bitch

Creepin' through the city in a mac black, Jaguar purr like a black cat

1 on one bitch, ya can't match that, she told me the money where ya lack at

Scratch that shorty, hit the lotto

In the club pourin' black Ace out a gold bottle

Ain't tryna be a role model, every day I do the same thing

(Hook x2)

(Verse 2: Chris Brown)

Ain't shit changed but the chain and the watch

Since I got the fame, I betta aim with the Glock

Got yo girl in the Range, anotha bitch in the drop

I'm 'bout to fuck 'em both, anybody want to watch?

In the white Ghost with the forty cal, me and Cal

Bitches trippin' cuz we tippin' now, smokin' with the windows down

I got a whole lot of guap

I'm throwin' money up, I run ya with with them Forgiatos

Ya know boy, I'm gettin' paid, what ya say? Money on the way

Bitches actin' fake in my face, wantin' to stay with me

OG, smokin' OG, them bitches on me

Lonely, I'm big league playin' for the mains

(Hook x2)

(Verse 3: Cal Scruby)

She gon' make it clap for me, but I ain't on stage hoe

She tryna get a rack from me, but I ain't want to save those

Cut these bitches off, I ain't cuffin', I can make a top drop, I ain't have to press a button

She only see the crib if she fuckin', if she bring her friend too, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'

Came from the country then moved to the city, flew out the country to switch up my views

Ya cannot do half the shit that I do, in the coupe, I'm a dog with no roof

(Hook x2)