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THE CHILL Video (MV)




Performed By: Chris Cyphaz
Language: English
Length: 3:49
Written by: Chris Cyphaz, Christopher Bryant




Chris Cyphaz - THE CHILL Lyrics




You ain't getting money, what you call it
Bank gotta flow, no rap, no faucet
Momma told me always get my fruit from the market
Empire mind state, roots from the Garden
Ma f***a why lie to a lame though
The presence of the king, make a n***a think raincoats
Still make a hater do his thing though
Still make a hater do his thing yo

Yo, yo, I'm back on that reload
Full clip, semi auto when the heat blow
D Rose, got your D cold
For that Mello, I say hello, then I Porzingis from the free throw
Sour face, lay off the lemonade
I'm still on my Jay Z renegade
Pick a day, out box n****s, come get a clipper fade
Win bets off myself, then fill the dinner plate
The outfit make a chick converse
And I had one on my hip, but she skip that first
Yo I like them slick, dam shit fit that skirt
We have a third, come and learn, now ditch that skirt, b***h
Dude so colossal
Every time I get a Dutch and light these instagrams, they follow
Y'all looking at today, well my vision see tomorrow
I get mines, no borrow

You ain't getting money, what you call it
Bank gotta flow, no rap, no faucet
Momma told me always get my fruit from the market
Empire mind state, roots from the Garden
Ma f***a why lie to a lame though
The presence of the king, make a n***a think raincoats
Still make a hater do his thing though
Still make a hater do his thing yo

Wardogg on the instrumental y'all
DoBetta Music always shine, Audemar
Thinking bout a Cuban, decibels up to par
So I can make sure you n****s see me from a far
And I can shine without jewels like a god
They see the aura, chill as the corner
I'm honest, there's a difference in ya real, cause you're sorta
If this was reality tv, you're Porcha
Reap the lies, n***a we peep disguise
Can't let you roll with the crew, my peeps or I
Good vibes, regular dude, these equal eyes
Unless you talk down on the boy, then eagle eye
Awful, fix ya face when I walk through
Stunt on you lames, that's what a boss do
Stop making assumptions off of small clues
Investigate your life, I got my own view
One

Yea yea, I got my own business, so i stay in mines-
People out there worried about negativity-
Your focus needs some readjustment-
Get money-
One

You ain't getting money, what you call it
Bank gotta flow, no rap, no faucet
Momma told me always get my fruit from the market
Empire mind state, roots from the Garden
Ma f***a why lie to a lame though
The presence of the king, make a n***a think raincoats
Still make a hater do his thing though
Still make a hater do his thing yo
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You ain't getting money, what you call it
Bank gotta flow, no rap, no faucet
Momma told me always get my fruit from the market
Empire mind state, roots from the Garden
Ma f***a why lie to a lame though
The presence of the king, make a n***a think raincoats
Still make a hater do his thing though
Still make a hater do his thing yo

Yo, yo, I'm back on that reload
Full clip, semi auto when the heat blow
D Rose, got your D cold
For that Mello, I say hello, then I Porzingis from the free throw
Sour face, lay off the lemonade
I'm still on my Jay Z renegade
Pick a day, out box n****s, come get a clipper fade
Win bets off myself, then fill the dinner plate
The outfit make a chick converse
And I had one on my hip, but she skip that first
Yo I like them slick, dam shit fit that skirt
We have a third, come and learn, now ditch that skirt, b***h
Dude so colossal
Every time I get a Dutch and light these instagrams, they follow
Y'all looking at today, well my vision see tomorrow
I get mines, no borrow

You ain't getting money, what you call it
Bank gotta flow, no rap, no faucet
Momma told me always get my fruit from the market
Empire mind state, roots from the Garden
Ma f***a why lie to a lame though
The presence of the king, make a n***a think raincoats
Still make a hater do his thing though
Still make a hater do his thing yo

Wardogg on the instrumental y'all
DoBetta Music always shine, Audemar
Thinking bout a Cuban, decibels up to par
So I can make sure you n****s see me from a far
And I can shine without jewels like a god
They see the aura, chill as the corner
I'm honest, there's a difference in ya real, cause you're sorta
If this was reality tv, you're Porcha
Reap the lies, n***a we peep disguise
Can't let you roll with the crew, my peeps or I
Good vibes, regular dude, these equal eyes
Unless you talk down on the boy, then eagle eye
Awful, fix ya face when I walk through
Stunt on you lames, that's what a boss do
Stop making assumptions off of small clues
Investigate your life, I got my own view
One

Yea yea, I got my own business, so i stay in mines-
People out there worried about negativity-
Your focus needs some readjustment-
Get money-
One

You ain't getting money, what you call it
Bank gotta flow, no rap, no faucet
Momma told me always get my fruit from the market
Empire mind state, roots from the Garden
Ma f***a why lie to a lame though
The presence of the king, make a n***a think raincoats
Still make a hater do his thing though
Still make a hater do his thing yo
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Writer: Chris Cyphaz, Christopher Bryant
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