Chop – I Don't Wanna Be Right Lyrics

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[Verse 1:]
I’m just loungin' in the middle, these private moments be civil
I’m sloppy, smokin' a little, my eyes be open on nickels
They wylin', totin' they pistols, I make you properly build up
I sit in silence, just fiddle, and think of lines that’ll kill ‘em
Future bright as a ceilin’, can’t help that my sights appealin'
Wit a broad type chillin', her body type is Brazilian
These haters fightin' the feelin', can’t even buy what I’m drillin'
Champagne sippin', it's family, like we Sicilian
Crib smellin' like a bakery, stretch you out from A to Z
Whenever you’re involved, you expose the frauds and the fakery
Wanna be thugs only sold drugs on TI-83′s
Out there, sellin’ dreams like a crooked talent agency
I try my hardest not to throw you, when these bitches gettin' naked
Smack that ass up with this cheese until I see them cheeks is chaffin’
In God We Trust, I’m straight, the phrase is not forsaken
If you won’t grow, don’t call me bro, nigga, we not related
See friends'll break apart, chicks be quick to shank ya heart
So I be tryna save up, cookin' bangers, just to make my mark
A broad can’t provide me stability and a place to park
My future Aventador, 7 hundred 4, that’s Darth Vader dark
So I'mma skip the chasin' part, fuck her, then I take a walk
Scared money don’t make none, it’s all in the wrist like we playin' darts
I’m thinkin' money, thinkin' stocks, a muthafucka thinkin' sharp
On the brink of hot, y’all fuckas gonna miss me like you blink a lot
I swear to God

[Hook]
If it ain’t money then nigga, I ain’t involved in it
If it ain’t paper then nigga, I ain’t involved in it
If it ain't bankin' then nigga, I ain’t involved in it
If it ain’t faces then nigga, I ain’t involved in it

[Verse 2:]
I’m only gettin' horny for this money, a bitch do nothin' for me
Niggas give up on they dreams to plant a seed up in a tummy
You will never see me helpless, I be selfish, keep it comin’
Can’t rely on other niggas, ’cause they rather see me hungry
I’m never really solo, I’m chillin' wit this dough ho
I be playin' with these bands, like I switched to singin' go-go
Want a rarri just to showboat, show you what you go fo’
Like, get ya fly on, don’t be fuckin' with these dodos
Either I’ve matured or these niggas on that bullshit
I teach ‘em everyday things, stuck behind that pulpit
Put that in yourself, have a portion you can fool wit’
I’m tryna find investors, not affected by no Cupid
Can’t be actin' clueless, no one gon’ help my family out
Who gon’ hold my family down? Who gon’ put my plans in bound?
Which sucka gon’ pay my rent, when I get that pink-slip?
Clean whip, all bout hittin' notes, that you can’t sing wit’
Sling chips, get my dream gripped, then my queen chick
These fiend tricks will wanna swing ship, when I bring this
I got this strange gift of seein' thangs that they can’t get
A grade shit, I’m like fluent student who’s in Cambridge
If I’m wrong to want success, instead of stressin' debt
Hands down, I’ll be foul like bottom sections of a desk
If you makin' love to money, how the fuck you get depressed?
Because I been there at the bottom, all I know is to progress
And that’s what’s next, nigga

[Hook]

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