Chilly, chilly, chilly, chilly (yeah, what?) Wake up, count chilly (what?) I'm up, count chilly (up) Tell my mama I hit a lick Tell my mama I hit a lick (lick) Huh, mama, I hit a lick Mama, I hit a lick
I'm comin', baby, send the address Progress, never digress (never) Your last man didn't passed the fly test (test) I eat rappers, no digest, fuck a piece, I want the whole pie graph (yeah) Money taller than a giraffe (tall) Feng shui by the mic stand, have you ever had two one-night stands? (have you ever?) I'm a emperor, very sinister Somewhere smokin' on indica (mmm) Fox on me like Vivica (mmm) I pray for before meals, spiritual Rackies by the big face (yeah) They want my spot, they wanna switch place (yeah) They want the gas, wanna sip Ace (yeah) Baow, baow, straight to the face (bow) I'm takin' my lawyer the whole briefcase (whole) Makin' a play in the police face They was like, "Man, he fresh" I was like, "Go, DJ" (go) When they played your new shit I was like, "No, DJ" (no) You can go on and skip that I buy a house and flip that
Chilly, chilly (chilly), chilly (chilly), chilly (count it) Wake up, count chilly I'm up, count chilly Tell my mama I hit a lick (hit it) Tell my mama I hit a lick Huh, mama, I hit a lick Mama, I hit a lick
(Ahh) fall off in this bitch, I ball off in this bitch My commas hit the floor, you call off in this bitch I threw a hundred more, you stall off in this bitch And then I vámonos, applaud me in this bitch C-notes, B-notes, P-notes all up in this bitch Man, y'all not in this bitch, y'all are not familiar Y'all are immigrants, the law not in this bitch I, fuck the opp, no competitor Got into it with my bitch last night, she was right, but I had to get at her Two popped bands and they dance on my waist Hit the face, that's the editor I don't take pics on a jet, lil' nigga This shit regular, G5s all in my backyard Sit your roody-poos in the nosebleed Now my pockets holding big protein Big, big protein (protein) I leveled up past Fab Five, your favorite rapper Desperate Housewives Playin' with me get you chastised, milk 'em all 'til I'm satisfied They didn't fall for it, strategize Switch the flow 'cause they know niggas like identity theft Oh, you got like me? (say less) Oh, you pop like me? (say less) Mask keep a nigga (in check) Huh, swag keep a nigga (with checks) Huh, tags on my wall (success) Huh, played the underdog, now flex (now flex)
Chilly (chilly), chilly (chilly), chilly (chilly), chilly (chilly) Wake up, count chilly I'm up, count chilly Tell my mama I hit a lick (lick) Tell my mama I hit a lick Mama, I hit a lick Mama, I hit a lick
Mama, I hit a lick Mama, I hit a lick
Writer/s: Kendrick Duckworth, Pharrell L. Williams, Tauheed Epps
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
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