Lyrics:
a friend
Can't wait till they play it on the radio again
Uh, aye, that's my shit, turn it up a little bit
Let me get it in, god damn that beat slap
Make me
She climbed in, the first thing she did
Was turn up the radio
She was wearing, that leather jacket
Falling in love to the radio static
We were miles
So call up the line
Get down wit, down wit us
This is a re-quest Mr. radio man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (your on the line girl)
need some blues I got thirsty ears
Turn on the radio, pull up the aerial
Break out the beer
'Cause I got thirsty ears
Turn down the lights
felt by the real I got plenty
Oh you don't feel me, all my affiliates feeling it
If they edit out the message, tell 'em bring it back
If I said it then I
them riches too
Diamonds so bright that when they glisten
Your vision is multiplied by two
We used to wanna be
Hoop stars, millionaires
It hurts to know
say I don't respect these women
When all I've done is represent (30 years)
Take my career and turn it upside down
'Cause you mad I've got some
nice,
Rip that fuckin’ shit off turn it into ice,
Wear it around my neck now your manhood is mine,
I have no boundaries I am too tough to handle,
My main
matter how long it takes sit back enjoy the ride
And when your heads down look above turn the radio up and drive
And when your heads down look above turn
I’m the most elder
(Shit) it’s like every week I’m riding
Up in new states
Every night there’s a new dessert
& a cold shake my homie coming thru
moonlight
It's always Penny and me tonight
'Cause Penny and me like to roll the windows down
Turn the radio up, push the pedal to the ground
know my money already made
I go by Chamillinator
Chamillionaire
Yeah
Money already made
Money already made (Mixtape Messiah pt 3 Yeah)
A suit and tie
on the timeline and then I chop it up
Videos on videos up until my pockets stuffed
Filming thru LA, workin overtime to get rich
Built the foundation brick by brick
DCN, KING DCN
Yeah
Had to tell them to shut the fuck up
Niggas be acting like shmucks
He said he was going to face me soon, never seen him turn up
They
him
Why's he gotta be dick, can't he let me live
I just wanna turn up here and get paid for it
Uh! So I get back to my desk
Slap the radio on and then
a radio edit
Don't mess around
'Cause I'll throw you down
You fight, you're gonna regret it testing
Gonna get interesting feel the burn
I'ma-gonna make
Thank you Brooklyn, thank you world
Yeah, yeah there it is
Turn my voice up in the top a little bit
It feel good to be back
What's up ochenta?
on the fashion
You be ending up fucking a female version of Bill Cosby
Sorry I didn't mean to go so dark
This is your mark
I know you love the glory
As its
Clock radio wakes me up from my dreams
This bathroom floor's feeling cold on my feet
But I keep the rhythm by brushing my teeth to the radio
I know you,
I know u stopping by my lane,
I know u will call me when i turn be a millionaire,
Wake up on a rari after being chase,
Chasing by
out of Cleveland
On the come up daily creepin
Nigga believe me, we in the house
And every time I puts it down, we turns it out
The thugs is in
and the sun goes down
We find a little spot on the edge of town
Twist off, sip a little, pass it around
Dance in the dust, turn the radio up
And that
and the sun goes down
We find a little spot on the edge of town
Twist off, sip a little, pass it around
Dance in the dust, turn the radio up
And that
and did it by myself so I'm a split the check me ways
Hold up
I'm coming home for the summer
My city happy I'm home
Tried to hit up my ex
But she done
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