Chill Will, Migos - Crazy lyrics

Shirt match the belt match the shoes
That’s crazy
Dumping kush ashes on the floor, I’m lazy
Sipping on the lean
Got me looking kind of crazy
Nigga talking down but it
Really don’t faze me
Imma hit her quick before
She start acting crazy
Rims on the tires got my car driving crazy
Ice around my neck got
Your girl looking crazy
Chilling with some chicks screaming fuck you
Pay me

Half a million dollars worth of twenties
That’s crazy
20 squares on the back seat, I’m crazy
Riding down 20
Never see the speed limit nigga
No this ain’t a gimmick


Quarter million for my image nigga
Pausing for the fans on my way, that’s crazy
Designer frames hanging off my face
I’m shady
Shawty got an ass on her and it’s crazy
But she say she got an old man and he crazy
I’m moving the white girl
I’m driving Mrs daisy nigga play with me
He gon be pushing on daisies
I’m tryna fuck today
Girl I’m kinda impatient
But if she say she love me
Imma drive that bitch crazy

Shirt match the belt match the shoes
That’s crazy
Dumping kush ashes on the floor, I’m lazy
Sipping on the lean
Got me looking kind of crazy
Nigga talking down but it
Really don’t faze me
Imma hit her quick before
She start acting crazy
Rims on the tires got my car driving crazy
Ice around my neck got
Your girl looking crazy
Chilling with some chicks screaming fuck you
Pay me

Shades, they matching the shirt
The shirt, it’s matching my shoes
Let’s get out my jewels!
Water my diamonds ain't talking bout pool
Robin my denim, religion is true
Versace, Medusa, your Sace is fool
I got the hook up like I’m black and blue
Sick with the wrist, like I got the flu
Red bottom my shoe, but I ain’t Piru
Calling up Chill, we taking them trips
To Beverly Hills to pick up them M’s
Fuck your main bitch and I put her on film
Yao Ming bricks, clientele at the gym
Selling that white got me M&Ms
OG gas bag in the MCM
Keep the big drank, keep F&Ns
Bad ass bitch, she come from Berlin
What's crazy, I came a long way from Old Navy
Versace, Versace, we made it
Mama she told me that we gon be
Hated and we gon be famous
And that we the greatest
The shades is matching the belt
The belt is matching the shoes
They tell me it’s crazy
I know that they hate it i pull up Mercedes
I just left the bando
From whipping the babies (That’s Crazy)

Shirt match the belt match the shoes
That’s crazy
Dumping kush ashes on the floor, I’m lazy
Sipping on the lean
Got me looking kind of crazy
Nigga talking down but it
Really don’t faze me
Imma hit her quick before
She start acting crazy
Rims on the tires got my car driving crazy
Ice around my neck got
Your girl looking crazy
Chilling with some chicks screaming fuck you
Pay me

Young rich nigga, so you know my pocket crazy
Me and Chill Will man
We go crazy with them babies
I look in my pocket
I’m seeing them Benjamin Franklins
I’m taking your bitch, smash, smash, smash
While you out there buying her anklets
Riding with 6 niggas, 6 pistols
Get your issue
Blowing on green like a whistle
Put the scope on these fuck niggas
Which way did he go, trap in
The rain sleet or snow
The feds ain’t ever gon know
I got the dope, crazy remix it with soap
Crazy remix it with soap
I keep the white like the pope
Your bitch she cooking the coke
They wrap it and pack it
I pack it and ship it
My dope is so crazy, my dope is exquisite
I’m teaching you lessons so listen
Your bitch ought to stay in the kitchen
Beat the pots and the pans and the dishes
I’m a chemist (That’s crazy)

Shirt match the belt match the shoes
That’s crazy
Dumping kush ashes on the floor, I’m lazy
Sipping on the lean
Got me looking kind of crazy
Nigga talking down but it
Really don’t faze me
Imma hit her quick before
She start acting crazy
Rims on the tires got my car driving crazy
Ice around my neck got
Your girl looking crazy
Chilling with some chicks screaming fuck you
Pay me