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Chaos Lyrics by Big Sean Big Sean , Hit-Boy
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Make you a million then make you a hunnid' more
Boy, for real, boy
Starin' at fate
I'm in the lead and I'm breakin' away
She want me now but I'm makin' her wait
I'm at the table, a thousand a plate
How you gon' tell me this isn't a date?
I'm down the street from the Denzel estate
Right 'round the corner from Babyface
Not my dawg Babyface Ray, I mean the Babyface
I don't give a fuck about playin' it safe
Surveillance the way that they runnin' my tapes
Got hoes in a craze like the old B2K
Chaos whenever I touch down, no brakes
Me and HB, it's an instant slapper
An instant plaque, a system crash
I pitched it black and risked the max
And anything less, I can't live with that
Hunger for more and I still got the cravin'
What you know 'bout when the walls get to cavin'?
What you know 'bout stayin' solid and patient
And workin' out kinks before kinks work their way in?
Don't even believe what you say when you say it
More focused on makin' it than makin' statements
Everybody 'round me elevated
Yeah, I'm guessin' the vibe is contagious
Starin' at fate
I'm in the lead and I'm breakin' away
If you not workin', you takin' up space
I'm at the table, a thousand a plate
How you gon' tell me this isn't a date?
I'm down the street from the Denzel estate
Right 'round the corner from Babyface
Not my dawg Babyface Ray, I mean
Hol' up, take this shit where I wanna go
Make you a million then make you a hunnid more
They prayin' I stop 'cause that's what they need the most
Big Cuban link 'round my neck on C-3PO
I fell asleep at the top, why they sleepin' on me?
In the mirror where I see my only friend and opponent
Can't run up on us, it's too much confetti on us
I know money ain't everything, fuck it, we still want it, bitch
I'm one of one, ho, it ain't no re-rockin'
I said what I said and I'm standin' on top of it
Gas up my bitch just to boost up her confidence
She throwin' fits at me just like my closet
I never got rich countin' someone else pockets
Addicted to C-notes, I went up an octave
Strategically movin', to win, only option
Bitch, I ain't forcin', the holiday season, I'm covered in ornaments
This ain't a tour, this a tournament
If I was stuck in a room with your shit on repeat
Then that shit would be torturous
Straight from the source of it
Found God, and I'm sourcin' it
Whatever it takes to have more of it
It's mine 'til I'm bored with it, bitch
Take this shit where I wanna go
Make you a million and make you a hunnid more
They prayin' I stop 'cause that's what they need the most
Big Cuban link 'round my neck on C-3PO
I fell asleep at the top, why they sleepin' on me?
In the mirror where I see my only friend and opponent
Can't run up on us, it's too much confetti on us
I know money ain't everything, fuck it, we still want it
yeah, fuck you expect, bitch?
What up though, Hit?
Ayy, tell 'em quit playin' with my fuckin' name too, for real
I had to one up that score, you know?
That Don Life shit
Carry on, yeah, for real
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