Lyrics:
a star, now they know who we are
Out on top of the charts, your condo is my car
Income is my chain, stashbox is my watch
I'm fairly new in the game, I ain't
With two revolvers in my pocket pitchin' handling rocks
But now chart topping in a car I ain't got
I am the number one customer at my own car lot
You
But now chart topping in a car I ain't got
I am the number one customer at my own car lot
You want ot know how much money I'm makin' just imagine
nigga'd sell five million
Hit the charts like a madman nothin' but hits
Court cases got a nigga facin' multiple digits
Dodgin cop cars look at how we
Caravan
Tony Bennett
This version did not chart but
It charted twice in 1937: Duke Ellington (# 4) and Barney Bigard (# 20)
In 1949 Billy Eckstine
and Biggs live in the Range
Mine's platinum his Champagne
Niggas whisper 'cause if they talk they gets slain
Y'all's was looking for me on the charts
Color me your color, baby
Color me your car
Color me your color, darling
I know who you are
Come up off your color chart
I know where you're
like a mob man
Been number one so much, call me Mr. Chart Man
You like the way I do the things I do
It's all for you
No way to fill my shoes
cigar
Cliches, good ways
Say what you mean, mean what you say
She never did make her debut
He never made it to class
She's 86'd from the Chart
you'll learn if you pay attention
Why ten multi-platinum albums later, three diamond
Worldwide, we on the charts with a bullet, and still climbin'
the charts with my pain
Five hundred mil and I fall back in the 6ix
Finally give you niggas the space you need to exist
Michael Jackson shit, but the palace
never be like it was before
Before I was climbin' up the charts
When you leavin', you leave me no choice
I'll come back and unpack the Rolls-Royce
of every list including your man bucket
Been on the chart so long, I told Billboard to dust it
These sheep ain't got the nerve, I heard I done struck it
Color me your color, baby
Color me your car
Color me your color, darling
I know who you are
Come up off your color chart
I know where you're
you got any chips
You got permission from the boss
On a mission for the charts, out-smart my competition
Composition so sharp, so dark ,so vivid
not on the charts, my XO niggas eatin'
Fifty-two consecutive weekends, shout out to Weeknd
The city gets stronger when everybody is speakin'
Not when
comes from the heart
I'll give 'em that
I'll give 'em this
I'll strut away
Boy! You can't miss!
Just put a star on my chart
They won't need this
The showman prays his heartache will chart
Making a spectacle of falling apart
Is just the start of the show oh
Oh you don't care
But you know I'm there
My favorite smile
I just have to stop and stare
And babe when you hold me
I go off the chart
You're Always In My Heart
Stay with me stay
Stay
it'll always be number one on my chart
I get sensitive with my shit, don't fuck with my art
Sometimes it sounds like I'm playin' but I'm sayin'
This
on the charts
And who was the niggas that's pullin' ya card
The niggas that show we got nothin' but heart...(Bone Thugs)
Now who was the niggas that come to my
trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail inter chart movement
Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album
record's number one on the charts
I'm a tell it like it is, I love you forever
Dead or alive, we'll always be together
Big Mama I love you
[Chorus]
believe in you
Be smokin lotta blunts but I got more weed than you
I guess I see you on the charts in the meanwhile
Another face in the crowd plus some
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