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Big Sean & Hit-Boy – Chaos Lyrics

Big Sean Chaos Lyrics, Chaos Lyrics by Big Sean & Hit-Boy

Make you a million and make you a hunnid more
Staring at Fate I’m in the lead and I’m breaking away
She want me now, but I’m Making her wait
I’m at the table, a thousand a plate
How are you gonna tell me this isn’t a date
I’m down the street from the Denzel estate
Right around the corner from Babyface
Not my dog babyface Ray I mean the babyface

I don’t give a fuck about playin’ it safe
Surveillance the way they be running my tapes
Got hoes in a craze like the old B2k
Chaos whenever I touch down no breaks
Me and HB it’s an instant slap
An instant plaque, a system crash
I pitched it black and risked the max and anything less, I can’t live with that
Hunger for more and I still got the craving
What do you know about when the walls get to caving
What do you know about staying silent and patient
And working out kinks before kinks put their way in
Do you even believe what say when you say it
More focused on making it then making statements
Everybody around me elevated, yeah, I’m guessing the vibe is contagious
Let’s go!

Staring at Fate I’m in the lead and I’m breaking away
If you not working you taking up space
I’m at the table thousand a plate
How are you gonna tell me this isn’t a date
I’m down the street from the Denzel estate
Right around the corner from Babyface
Not my dog babyface Ray I mean
Hold up!
Take this shit where I wanna go

Make you a million and make you a hunnid more
They prayin’ I stop because that’s what they need the most
Big Cuban links ’round my neck gold CP30
I fell asleep at the top while they sleeping on me
In the mirror where I see my only friend and opponent
Can’t run up on us is too much confetti on us
On way!
I know money and everything, fuck it, we still want it

I’m one of one hoe it ain’t no re-rockin
I said what I said and I’m standing on top of it
Gas up my bitch just to boost up her confidence
She throwing fits at me just like my closet
I never got rich counting someone else pockets
Addicted to c notes I went up Octave
Strategically move to win is the only option
Bitch, I ain’t forcing it, holiday season I’m covered in ornaments
This ain’t a tour, this a tournament
If I was stuck in the room with yo shit on repeat then that she would be torturous
Straight from the source of it, if I ain’t got it I’m sourcing it
Whatever it takes to have more of it
It’s mine till I’m bored of it
Bitch
Take this shit where I wanna go

Make you a million and an make you a hunnid more
They praying I stop because that’s what they need the most
Big Cuban links ’round my neck gold CP30
I fell asleep at the top while they sleeping on me
In the mirror where I see my only friend and opponent
Can’t run up on us, it’s too much confetti on us
I know money ain’t everything, fuck it, we still want it