Chinx - Superlight lyrics
[Chinx - Superlight lyrics]
Here me say you ain't going nowhere yet
You feel you moving
Straight on top of straining what
That wind done blew in you can't get right
Your pockets super light
And I'm on top of mine
I ain't wasting my time
You can't get right
Your pockets super light
I made my way up in the gizame
And then I crept up on some chizange
Thats right, for the love of money
Man fuck boy ain't never
Took nothing from me married to the game but
We ain't throwing racks
Use it for the dope you been
A question mark all your life
And Mr officer I know my rights
Mad cause I spent his whole
Salary on frozen ice
Longest days, the coldest nights
Coke boys run New York nigga sure you right
And the riot still a gizame
Act stupid chopper knock off
Half your brizain
You ain't going nowhere yet
You feel you moving
Straight on top of straining what
That window blew in you can't get right
Your pockets super light
And I'm on top of mine
I ain't wasting my time
You can't get right
Your pockets super light
Caught a key of cain
Went down that drain you thought you
Came up in the game that ain't your lane
It ain't the same you think it's suicide
You try to drink away the problems
Every which way you go that
Black cloud will follow
My money long, my barrels hollow
You'd get it too if you knew
That same shit that I knew
But you don't so your next
Thing is catch a hymnal
But you ain't built for that the boys
Will have you singing high notes
Navy blue twirler with the red guts
Ain't no such thing as love for
Money man that there's lust
Damn, your ship ain't moving
You can't get right
You can't win for losing
You ain't going nowhere yet
You feel you moving
Straight on top of straining what
That window blew in you can't get right
Your pockets super light
And I'm on top of mine
I ain't wasting my time
You can't get right
Your pockets super light
You feel you moving
Straight on top of straining what
That wind done blew in you can't get right
Your pockets super light
And I'm on top of mine
I ain't wasting my time
You can't get right
Your pockets super light
I made my way up in the gizame
And then I crept up on some chizange
Thats right, for the love of money
Man fuck boy ain't never
Took nothing from me married to the game but
We ain't throwing racks
Use it for the dope you been
A question mark all your life
And Mr officer I know my rights
Mad cause I spent his whole
Salary on frozen ice
Longest days, the coldest nights
Coke boys run New York nigga sure you right
And the riot still a gizame
Act stupid chopper knock off
Half your brizain
You ain't going nowhere yet
You feel you moving
Straight on top of straining what
That window blew in you can't get right
Your pockets super light
And I'm on top of mine
I ain't wasting my time
You can't get right
Your pockets super light
Caught a key of cain
Went down that drain you thought you
Came up in the game that ain't your lane
It ain't the same you think it's suicide
You try to drink away the problems
Every which way you go that
Black cloud will follow
My money long, my barrels hollow
You'd get it too if you knew
That same shit that I knew
But you don't so your next
Thing is catch a hymnal
But you ain't built for that the boys
Will have you singing high notes
Navy blue twirler with the red guts
Ain't no such thing as love for
Money man that there's lust
Damn, your ship ain't moving
You can't get right
You can't win for losing
You ain't going nowhere yet
You feel you moving
Straight on top of straining what
That window blew in you can't get right
Your pockets super light
And I'm on top of mine
I ain't wasting my time
You can't get right
Your pockets super light