Chevy Woods - Transit lyrics

rate me

(Lola Monroe)

This beat is fucking crazy

(Chevy)

Turn the music up a little bit more.

Cool.

[Chorus](Chevy)

All these bitches they love it

All these niggas they hate it

They be sick to their stomachs

Look at the look on they faces

Me and my niggas just ballin

We make somethin' from nothin'

we're just fucking the money she sayin' "baby, I'm cumming"

(Lola Monroe)

All these niggas they love it

All these bitches they hate it

Look at the look on they faces

Me and my bitches just ballin

We make somethin' from nothin'

I ride this hustle so good the money never stop comin'

(Chevy)

that new beast hella sick

you probably talk when you pitch

only had time for that combo for niggas scoring them bricks

no I ain't lyin at all

ask them fiends cuz they know it

my niggas empty them clips then fill em up that's reloadin

I got a thing for that money, fast cars and that dope

I was acting the fool, I was selling 20s or so

like anything for a dolla, but I was cool with myself

you gotta fight for your hustle

what would you do for the belt?

Even them bitches is (?)

blow a kiss from that pistol

couple hot magazines so you can come get your issue

all of them taylors a show

and all you heard was a whistle

it's really stripes over here cuz all my niggas official

[chorus](Lola Monroe)

Ok, oh shit, Chevy they gon' make me grab a machete

Whole clique ready, bitch better go down like confetti

I push harder than pussies giving birth I say

now these dry ass bitiches sending thirst my way

got the whole city on my shoulder

my drive ain't never been chauffered

can no mothafuckas tell me where to go, when to stay, what to do, how to play (?)

and no opposing my roles

I be exposing your hoes

like how you fucking (?)

until you grind like me and make it in the struggles

shut the fuck up our lions in to miss the jungles

I'm closing curtains so you can throw the towels in

Versa chi linens my style been down within

[chorus]