Chance The Rapper, Lil Wayne, Young Thug - Instagram Song 8 (CWYN) lyrics

I need a baby that gon' eat
And leave the dishes out
And try to mix the cereal and
Burn the kitchen down she be workin'
She be twerkin' when she sittin' down
She like to purchase
Venom Ranger with the Swiss accounts

Twenty-four golfin', 'bout to save
The dolphins
When I die I'ma need the all-white coffin
Handshake the login, closet is a walk-in
Hit the silent auction
Kick that jit for talkin'
Got a girl that work for NASA
And she said I'm a star
Got a girlfriend that's a rapper and
She set up this bar
Got a model, she don't say shit
She just sat on my car
I try to leave her but I didn't get far
A stupid joke
I know the pimpin' business like that
Nigga Bubba do the shrimpin' business
We doin' fitness, bitch
My bedroom sound like women's tennis
And it was necessary, that shit hereditary
If I ain't really your daddy
Talk to my secretary big Chano
Smokin' cigarettes inside a grocery store
I got the sauce, I got the clout
I master Roshi flow
I watch 'em closely, can't be turnin' my back
I make 'em line up
Take three times like my hat

Ooh, girl, I love you so
Told myself not to love these hoes
Told myself not to fall for these bitches
But it's hard to stop fallin'
When you trippin' though
I'm pimpin', though, and pimpin' ain't easy
But it's necessary
I could feed eyes to a vegetarian
My main bitch said she feelin' secondary
Love you, worry 'bout yourself and not
The other bitch I'm tellin', girl
I really wake up in the mornin'
Look up in the mirror at Wayne told 'em
Must've haven't met another Tunechi yet
Man, hoppin' off the private plane
Lookin' for the doja
I could choose to be a lotta things
I chose to be the chosen
Ain't no simpin', not on this side
Try too hard or quit tryin'
She can't let me go, I'm like a zipline
I told that ho, "If you gon' be a ho
You better be a good ho
Be the best ho you could be
Go get the bread 'fore it's toast"
Boy, I fucked all of your hoes
You be spiralin' your hoes
And if pimpin' is dead
I hope she ain't scared of ghosts
I said, "Pimpin' ain't easy
But it's necessary"
And bitch, if you gon' leave
You should've left already tunechi

When you was ridin' around your
Town with your ho, bad
I was puttin' diamonds on the
Sides of my Dolces
When you was ridin' (Huh, huh)
When you was ridin' (You been ridin')
When you was ridin' around your
Town with your ho, bad
(What?) i was puttin' diamonds on the
Sides of my Dolces when you was ridin' (Huh)
When you was ridin'

Do that ragtag on my dick (Ah, ah)
Got my shit imported to Dubai for a key
(Ah, ah)
Twenty rings on my muhfuckin' fist (Ah, ah)
Put my thumb in her butt, so I
Guess she got ice on her shit, a ha
(Ah, ah)
Twenty bitches out in that car like Big KRIT
(Ah, ah) i told Chance the Rapper to put
Some threes on my motherfuckin' kids
(Ah, ah) fed 'em to the snake 'cause
He was mothafuckin' snitchin' (Ah, ah)
These is with long shoestrings
It's only time I'm trippin'
(Drops mic, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on)
This a historical moment
That was a wrapper, and whoever want it
I'm at the top, I'm all alone
Macaulay Culkin
I got a tall Brazilian bitch
I'm ridin' like ponies
I don't know 'bout you
But only police is my opponents
I'm 'bout to put it to his head like Stoney
You might as well put
Some colorful clothes on, yeah
'Cause the only thing we know
You from is clonin'
If it got somethin' to do with sellin' pussy
We condone it
She gon' throw it back, ping-pong it
Sellin' bitches dreams, yeah, I'm ownin' it
Never keep it real with a ultimate
Only you know how far this could go you knew
Stepped on a four leaf clover and I got
Paid like I was drunk and sober but you knew

I need a baby that gon' eat
And leave the dishes out
And try to mix the cereal
And burn the kitchen down she be workin'
She be twerkin' when she sittin' down
She like to purchase Venom Ranger
With the Swiss accounts