Chaos (Explicit)

Chaos (Explicit) - Big Sean/Hit-Boy

Lyrics by：Chauncey Hollis/Sean Anderson

Composed by：Chauncey Hollis/Sean Anderson

Hit-boy

Yeah woah woah

Make you a million and make you a hunnid' more

Boy for real boy

Starin' at fate

I'm in the lead and I'm breakin' away way

She want me now but I'm makin' her wait wait

I'm at the table a thousand a plate

How you gon' tell me this isn't a date

I'm down the street from the denzel estate swerve

Right 'round the corner from babyface

Not my dawg babyface ray I mean the babyface

I don't give a f**k about playin' it safe

Surveillance the way that they runnin' my tapes

Got hoes in a craze like the old b2k oh

Chaos whenever I touch down no brakes yeah

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 yeah

Hunger for more and I still got the cravin'

What you know 'bout when the walls get to cavin' huh

What you know 'bout stayin' silent and patient

And workin' out kinks before kinks work their way in

Don't even believe what you say when you say it

More focused on makin' it

Than makin' statements statements

Everybody 'round me elevated yeah

I'm guessin' the vibe is contagious let's go

Starin' at fate

I'm in the lead and I'm breakin' away way

If you not workin' you takin' up space

I'm at the table a thousand a plate

How you gon' tell me this isn't a date swerve

I'm down the street from the denzel estate swerve

Right 'round the corner from babyface

Not my dawg babyface ray

I mean I mean swerve

Hol' up take this s**t where

I wanna go s**t where I wanna go

Make you a million and make

You a hunnid more hunnid I pray

They prayin' I stop 'cause

That's what they need the most for real

Big cuban link 'round my neck gold c-3po big cuban

Link 'round my neck gold c-3po

I fell asleep at the top

While they sleepin' on me sleep

In the mirror where I see my

Only friend and opponent I see it

Can't run up on us it's too

Much confetti on us no way

I know money ain't everything f**k

It we still want it b***h b***h

I'm one of one ho it ain't no re-rockin' hey

I said what I said and

I'm standin' on top of it hey

Gas up my b***h just to boost her confidence

She throwin' fits at me just like my closet rich

I never got rich countin' someone else pockets on god

Addicted to c-notes I went up an octave

Strategically movin' to win only option

B***h I ain't forcin' it holiday season

I'm covered in ornaments

This ain't a tour this a tournament woah

If I was stuck in a room with your s**t on repeat

Then that s**t would be torturous

Straight from the source of it if

I don't got it I'm sourcin' it mm

Whatever it takes to have more of it yeah

It's mine 'til I'm bored with it b***h b***h

Take this s**t where I wanna go straight up

Make you a million and make you a hunnid more brrr

They prayin' I stop 'cause that's

What they need the most I know

Big cuban link 'round my neck gold c-3po big

Cuban link 'round my neck gold c-3po

I fell asleep at the top while they sleepin' on me God

In the mirror where I see my only

Friend and opponent for real

Can't run up on us it's too

Much confetti on us confetti

I know money ain't everything

F**k it we still want it woo

Yeah f**k you expect b***h still want it

What up though hit still want it

Ayy tell 'em quit playin' with

My f**kin' name too for real

I had to one up that score you know

That don life s**t

Carry on yeah for real