Paroles Chris Paul par Destroy Lonely

[Intro]
Chris Paul, hey

[Chorus]
Bitch, you know I'm ballin', why you keep on callin' me? (Why you call?)
All this money on me look like I just hit the lottery (Hit the lotto)
I know that she like me and I think she want to swallow me
In the mall, bitch, I go Chris Paul (Chris Paul)
I been front line, shawty, yes, I'm ridin' with my dogs (With my dogs)
She like to drip like me so lil' one what I call her (What I call her)
Put that shit on, I’ma take it off, shawty (Take it off)
Patek on them hoes, huh, look for all of 'em (All of 'em)

[Verse 1]
All black fashion
My bitch drippin' just like a witch, black magic
Chrome Hearts all through my crib, bitch, I'm havin' this (Lil' bitch I—)
Yes, you already know that I'm geeked, why you askin' me? (Why you askin' me?)
I been off the porch, lil' bitch, I'm clutchin' on my .40
I ain't have no silver spoon, got it up out the streets, I forked it
She just tryna get some money out of me, unfortunately (Unfortunately)
'Cause I ain't payin' for no lil' bitch that ain't even worth shit (Yah)
(Killa, ay)
(Killa, heh)

[Chorus]
Hey, bitch, you know I'm ballin', (ballin') why you keep on callin' me? (Why you callin' me?)
All this money on me look like I just hit the lottery (I hit the lotto)
I know that she like me and I think she want to swallow me
In the mall, bitch, I go Chris Paul (Chris Paul)
I been front line, shawty, yes, I'm ridin' with my dogs (With my dogs)
She like to drip like me so lil' one what I call her (What I call her)
Put that shit on, I’ma take it off, shawty
Patek on them hoes, huh, look for all of 'em

[Verse 2]
Killa, she a lady killa
Yeah, yeah, for real-a (Yeah, for real)
I'm the look killa with the swag, I be drillin' (Killa, killa)
She a lady killa with the swag, she be spillin'
All black fur on my jacket, chinchilla
Yeah, Tom Ford, Paul McCartney, and she goin' Stella
Paparazzi pop my shit, lil' baby, I look stellar
Your paparazzi poppin', bitch, I heard, yeah, you look stellar
If looks could kill, then it's first degree murder
They said that real niggas died, well, we resurgin'
Niggas talkin' so much shit, I know they teeth dirty (Teeth dirty)
I been walkin' so much shit, lil bitch, my feet hurtin'
Niggas movin' kinda weird, it's makin' me nervous
I ain't never runnin' out of paper, bitch, I keep splurgin'
I ain't never worried 'bout a hater, we gon' keep on hurtin'
Live with all this flexin', countin' all this money, bitch, I'm never stressin'
I been countin' hunnids (Huh, huh)
(Happy, happy)
(Killa)

[Chorus]
Hey, bitch, you know I'm ballin', why you keep on callin' me? (Why you callin' me?)
All this money on me look like I just hit the lottery
I know that she like me and I think she wanna swallow me
In the mall, bitch, I go Chris Paul (Chris Paul)
I been front line, shawty, yes, I'm ridin' with my dogs (Ah-ah)
She like to drip like me so lil' one what I call her (What I call her)
Put that shit on and take it off, shawty (Take it off)
Patek on them hoes, huh, look for all of 'em (Fuck)

[Outro]
Fuck em
Fuck a nigga talkin' bout?
Look killa-killa
Yeah, lil' top
Boss