Songtexte Visionary - Chezzo

You crazy for this one my guy
I'm tellin' you bro
Ay you know how it go tho
Ay
Gang
Gang

Look, I see myself winning some awards
Walk, the red carpet fitted Michael Kors
Ask em' if they want an autograph and they say of course
I'm getting money, I don't know how to take a loss
Nigga it's really simple, just like popping pimples
Hoes either dimes or nickels, it's really just that simple
You could choose and pick em' but, I ain't fuckin' wit em'
Either wearing sweats or denim
If you trying to message me, don't send em'

If you vibe with me, you bout to understand sum
I'm never lackin', I ain't payed my trauma ransom
Stepping out the house, I be smiling feeling handsome
Feeling so nice right now, this the feeling nice anthem
Trying to cop dem bands and a patek
Got so much drip on me, in my presence you'll be wet
I'm a whole new person, had to let go and forget
Now I'm living fucking free and I don't carry no regrets
Got my henny on the side of me, sipping on my cognac
Got the whole package I ain't capping, yeah I'm all that
All the games you trying to play, baby I ain't into that
On God this my last call, where the real bitches at?
I'm bout to take my love back, keep my life on track
My dawg done take his bitch weave back, tell her put on a hat
It's simple, if I spot a red flag, bitch we ain't a match
If I liked you quick then that's how quick that I get unattached

Look, I see myself winning some awards
Walk, the red carpet fitted Michael Kors
Ask em' if they want an autograph and they say of course
I'm getting money, I don't know how to take a loss
Nigga it's really simple, just like popping pimples
Hoes either dimes or nickels, it's really just that simple
You could choose and pick em' but, I ain't fuckin' wit em'
Either wearing sweats or denim
If you trying to message me, don't send em'

I could see the future baby, I'm God sent
Cruising in a coupe, the first four letters on the name is Bent
To your bitch I'm a commander like my name is Carson Wentz
I can't give a hoe no love, they can't even get a tenth
A lil nigga grew up in the hood, dreaming of a penthouse
I hate working for people man, niggas taking a percent out
Niggas sleeping on me from time, but boy I been out
And niggas salty they ain't here cause I'm up and I win now

Trying to cop dem bands and a patek
Got so much drip on me, in my presence you'll be wet
I'm a whole new person, had to let go and forget
Now I'm living fucking free and I don't carry no regrets
Got my henny on the side of me, sipping on my cognac
Got the whole package I ain't capping, yeah I'm all that
All the games you trying to play, baby I ain't into that
On God this my last call, where the real bitches at?

Look, I see myself winning some awards
Walk, the red carpet fitted Michael Kors
Ask em' if they want an autograph and they say of course
I'm getting money, I don't know how to take a loss
Nigga it's really simple, just like popping pimples
Hoes either dimes or nickels, it's really just that simple
You could choose and pick em' but, I ain't fuckin' wit em'
Either wearing sweats or denim
If you trying to message me, don't send em'