Correction Lyrics Chain On My Dresser by Doughboyz Cashout

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Chain on my dresser laying next to the stack
Max doing the scale laying next to the packs
.550 on the shottys, parking next to the trap
Yeah it's true what you heard I ice my neck up from crack
Cashin' out in Saks got me stepping out in Prada's
Took the valet, a dub when I stepped out Benihanas
Rock Tommy let 'em know if [?]
He gon' find out where you stay and take the shit from niggas mommas
I'm big bag copping, VVS rocking
Now hoes give me head 'til I tell they ass to stop it
Profit in my pockets, stuffed in my jeans
Real money, wrap them plastic, cover it up with vaseline
I'm getting money, you can tell how I walk
Only live by one rule that's never get caught
Presi' suite at the West End got me feeling like a boss
Wake up the next day, the first thang that I saw was my motherf*cking

Chain on my dresser laying next to the stack
Chain, chain on my dresser laying next to the stack
Chain on my dresser laying next to the stack
Chain, chain on my dresser laying next to the stack
Chain on my dresser, chain, chain on my dresser
Chain on my dresser laying next to the stack
Chain on my dresser, chain, chain on my dresser
Chain on my dresser laying next to the stack

I was small time 'til the cocaine
Benz feeling like a sub-marine cause I'm too deep in the dope game
Stacks in my pocket, looking so filthy
Niggas shake my hand but they prolly wanna kill me
The [?] bracelet got your hoe naked
24's got the four door skating
I move real fast, y'all boys slow pacing
We get money and we show it, y'all boys show nathan
Bitch I'm the shit so you know I stay shitting
Six for the watch cause I like how it glisten
Live like a boss cause I know how to whip it
We been getting money since niggas was jittin'
Catch me at [?] shopping with my bitch

Chain fall to my dick when I hop up out the whip
Niggas calling copping please, naw we ain't squashing shit
We already got you niggas names on some hollow tips, bitch

I'll front you dawg, I know it's a recession
If you run off nigga, I ain't stressing
Just know having 20 on your head can be depressing
Get your car sprayed up, 'fore you cop on the exit
Hutch did the necklace, Louie did the boots
Rocks did the jeans, BMW did the coupe
f*ck a presidential suite, we going to the roof
Drop her off when I'm done, I got some cash I gotta swoop
We live like the mob, you steal and you rob
Still snatching glasses lil nigga get a job
Out every day whips doing, you niggas drive to prom
He ran off with some money and got his momma crib bombed
I'm sitting down thinking Camaro or a Challenger
Maybe both cause I done seen more keys than a janitor
I know about that white, I should be a weight major
I done seen more pounds disappear than a weight trainer

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