Chow Mane – TO DIE FOR

Chow Mane – TO DIE FOR Lyrics

Artist: Chow Mane
Song: TO DIE FOR

Money and the power i would die for, oh-oh
Count dollars not sheep with my eyes closed, oh-oh
Got a wilhelmina model and a hood chick in my bed
They both a little stupid but god damn give good head

Aye zuma
It’s chow
Aye
Put a tab on my tongue let it free my mind

Feelin’ like a star, put your shades on, see me shine
She got a son but just bought me a ps5
I ain’t got no worries those the things that i leave behind
Bad b#tch on my line wanna be my dime

Try askin’ tomorrow girl, tonight i’m preoccupied
I don’t got a side b#tch, got a concubine
Her head so good that i can’t help it it make me cry
Damn

I got a soft spot for a frеak ho
She a bop, she a thooter, shе a g-o
She like the way i’m sittin’ countin’ these c-notes
I bet it all at the casino like a tio

Bounce it, baby come and get this éclair
Smokin’ on that gas like it’s clean air
I’m so high, see the moon? we can meet there
Molly kickin’ in, we on a ride, girl don’t be scared

Money and the power i would die for, oh-oh
Count dollars not sheep with my eyes closed, oh-oh
Got a wilhelmina model and a hood chick in my bed
They both a little stupid but god damn give good head

Yo, yo zuma what’s poppin’ fasho
Young dizzy i’m drippin’ with gold, uh
Can’t you see that chain on my neck?
Can’t you see the way i do it the best?

Got a homie with a nine he don’t aim for the neck
I take your b#tch and f#ck her on a hundred thousand i’m breakin’ her back
Now you feelin’ real sad, huh
Damn, now these haters lookin’ mad, bruh

He just mad that his bag, huh
Go ahead and get your backup
Like 1999, b#tch i always get my fax up
Always been the realest, they just know i want my cash up

Never catch me slippin’, you will never catch me lack, bruh
Blue strips in my pocket man they thought i was a cuh cuh
Westside dizzy not the same i hit a milly
All independent baby, you can get it if you with me

I’m just sayin’, i’m just gettin’ everything that i need
And everything that you please, baby just come with me
Okay
Need a milly on the minimum

What’s the dealy who the hell are you?
Ooh the ceiling lookin’ flammable
Lloyd banks how we treat the roof
Bad m#th*rf#ck*rs but we takin’ care of family

We some sad m#th*rf#ck*rs but we drinkin’ til we happy
b#tch bad, yeah she badder than a mother
b#tch bad, yeah she badder than a mother
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Release Year: 2022