Текст песни Matte Black - Colorful Chuck

Pressing on the gas
Got em like hold up
Who the fuck is that

Picture me up in a Rover
Pressing on the gas
I'm coming up real fast
And now im on your ass like
HOLD UP
Who the fuck is that
Exterior matte black
Interior match that
HOLD UP
Moving different if you ask
Dreaming bigger
Never asking for permission
Chase a bag like
HOLD UP
And I aint tryna brag
I been focused on my craft
And I'm only getting colder

Gotta brand new whip
Brand new house
Brand new couch
Brand new bitch
Pull it to the side
When I hit it from behind
Buckle up
Take a ride on this brand new dick
Screaming my name
I drive her insane
In love with the fame
A young nigga rich
So ill make it rain
And ill never change
You do the same
Drop down to a split
Came from the bottom
To making these dollars
I hustled I go it
The haters were doubting
Im counting my money like im mr. rogers
It came with some problems
But I just be dodging
Music been popping
I don't plan on stopping
No option, no flocking
Like Kodak im dropping
Now picture me rocking
And picture your head steady bopping
Pull up all black in a chromed out 'lac
Pretty women in the back
Every nigga wanna have that
Hard to relax with a stack in my lap
Bout to choke on this gas
Ima asthma attack it
Never did trap
That's facts
No cap
Rabbit out my hat make it look like its magic
Uh, new whip gotta have it
New crib looking lavish

Picture me up in a Rover
Pressing on the gas
I'm coming up real fast
And now im on your ass like
HOLD UP
Who the fuck is that
Exterior matte black
Interior match that
HOLD UP
Moving different if you ask
Dreaming bigger
Never asking for permission
Chase a bag like
HOLD UP
And I aint tryna brag
I been focused on my craft
And im only getting colder

Im gifted
im diffrent
Yo bitch she know the difference
My pockets deep like trenches
Smokin exotic swishers
Hood bitch from the south
She thick, thick
White chick from the valley wita nose drip
Call the plug drop a fifty for a quick fix
On the road but you know we don't trip trip
Who you know drip like this
Pocket full of money
Now my jeans don't fit
Spend a bag, get it back real quick
Gorilla glue on my money
Tight grip
I raise the stakes and I change the game
And if you can't do the same
Stay the fuck up in your lane
I bossed up now I'm swerving in a range
Ludacris in the whip better get out my way

Picture me up in a Rover
Pressing on the gas
Im coming up real fast
And now im on your ass like
HOLD UP
Who the fuck is that
Exterior matte black
Interior match that