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Chaise

A chaise, sometimes called chay or shay, is a light two- or four-wheeled traveling or pleasure carriage for one or two people with a folding hood or calash top. The name, in use in England before 1700, came from the French word "chaise" (meaning "chair") through a transference from a sedan-chair to a wheeled vehicle. more »

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All this cash just hit the floor
Stepping on this shit is crazy
Go in my pocket for some more
Shit I'm wilding it's a weekday
They keep mentioning the score
It's no competition baby
I do all this shit for me
I forgot all about you baby, look

All this cash just hit the floor
Stepping on this shit is crazy
Go in my pocket for some more
Shit I'm wilding it's a weekday
They keep mentioning the score
It's no competition baby
I do all this shit for me
I forgot all about you baby
Around me is cash galore
Cause we praise him for it baby
God, please protect my soul
When I die go ahead and raise it
A clean face is all I know
To do you dirty they couldn't pay me
Said "I love you" so I won't fold
Go ask God, he know my motives
Go ask Brock, she my solider
She ain't biased
Her heart older than her age, she ain't normal
Throw that cash, I'll give you more

Aw shit
Chaise, that was perfect
Keep that energy
Ard?

When the beat slow down
Listen up, it's like a beat box sound
Make a MC open up next round

Heart to heart every time I touch a mic
Writing this shit I never touched a mic
I'm watching motherfuckers play with life
I watch motherfuckers play with rhymes by night
Making my life they mother fucking life
And they don't even do it halfway right
I can't be mad, it motivate me right?
Shit, I ain't mad because y'all hear me, right?
Throw that cash, we popping bands till light
We all smiles and we ain't faking shit
Success is in me, you ain't made for this
F*ck the money cause my happiness
It comes from within
They said "oh she making sense"
They said "oh she really spit"
Nigga have you seen my tints?
I look like I really spin
Shit I'm made for this
My money don't need paperclips
Unless I hit the strip
I invest I been flipping shit, and it's all been legit
I'm looking in a clearer lense, for a deeper cleanse
Go look in the mirror quick, see why you seek revenge
Go look at your favorite pic
And answer 'are you really them?'
F*ck all that stupid image shit
Shit'll eat you alive
What's gone live on when you die?
I throw that cash to sky, we just be super lit
And I know that I'm on the rise
I cannot wait for my time
I know that shit really fly, so it be hard to stay down
Wait for what's lost to be found
I built this shit from the ground
F*ck who ain't feeling me

Yeah, I felt that
This the one

I just threw 100 up
Tell that nigga if I'm lying, he gone have to call my bluff
Middle fingers up
Been through the best and worst but thanking God is a must

If you want it, then come get it
I'll be sure to make it worth wild
I ain't ever start no problem
But I'll never turn one down
Who told shorty I wasn't like that?
They wanted me to put yo down
I just laugh cause I'll be around
I just laugh cause y'all be clowns
We was kids but we grown now
Get your money
Start your family
Repent your sins
Mind your business
Bitch I'm out here really living
Think I'm bothered? Y'all tripping
Last time I checked?  Been a minute
I write checks, I'm different
Who want next?
Shit, come get it

I don't got no points to prove, I'm just doing what I love
Tell her ass to up and move if she in my way at all
And I ain't correcting shit unless they say my lyrics flawed
And I been ahead of time I swear I walked before I crawled
Ask my momma

I'd never forget when I bought you those little jellies
And your feet kept growing and you couldn't wear the little jellies
You used to get so mad

Ask my momma if I asked her for that money that I threw
Ask her if somebody cosigned the cars I bought at 22
Ask her if they was little lemons or if them bitches was brand new
Ask the engineer if I ever brought a ghost writer through the stu

All the shit I say the truth
I think it's G, I think it's proof
I'm a rare breed , a type of wolf
What type of rapper needs a hook?
I got the talent, got the look
So if I don't make it, know they was shook
They was hating, had 'em spooked
Fully clothed, make 'em drool
Don't wanna see me act a fool
Y'all gone hear me through my music
Dropping gems, y'all can use 'em
Don't fight your demons, just shoot 'em
I get high, mouth get ruthless
I get wet, talk to him stupid
Swiping crazy, won't dispute it
Ride alone, we ain't commuting
Know the real, y'all ain't gone use me
Take my spot, I'm an intruder
Pure intent, know what I'm doing
I got dreams and I ain't snoring

When that cash hit the floor just know I'm in the building storming
Daria handed me bands, said "throw that shit I'll give you more"

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