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letra de fresh - chuckie ceo

[intro]
ayo, from now on, you’re gonna start calling me chuck e, alright?
like in chuck d, you’re gonna start calling me chuck e, alright?
’cause i’m makin’ all this dough, b, i don’t wanna be called chuck
(ayo, ray, turn me up)
(brian, you’re so crazy for this)
yeah
turn me up

[verse 1]
if i don’t go and get it, who gon’ do this sh-t for me?
brodie clutch, he’ll shoot like he standin’ at the three (whew)
these n-ggas n0bodies, just a bunch of wannabes
chopper sing a lullaby, let it rock, he go to sleep
he say it’s up, hit him in his top once, he gon’ go under
i’m plugged in, i can get you right for the low number
my young k!ller steppin’ on sh-t, he ain’t got no number
you see smoke from the chop like i burn rubber
chasin’ bread, gettin’ cake, it’s never borin’
if i catch an opp lackin’, catch me hangin’ out a foreign (hangin’ out a foreign)
heard they ain’t get no get back, they still mournin’
n-ggas talkin’ all that rah-rah, i just ignore ’em (i don’t hear it)
no, i can’t pay attention
get on a n-gga ass, quick to pay a visit
throw my lil’ n-ggas a tip, ain’t gotta pay to get ’em
he just want some money every way and he hate the system (f-ck ’em)
[chorus]
pops said, “all money ain’t good,” i’m like, “how the f-ck it’s bad?”
every day i wake up, i’m chasin’ after cash

[verse 2]
never enough, i need it all
focus on myself, middle finger to the law
bump into me, let off shots, i ain’t finna have no brawl
know you can die playin’ games, have you ever seen saw? (you ever?)
sometimes, it feel real, but be fake love
boy, you claim to be a gangster, you a fake thug
’cause i don’t deal with bullsh-t, they say i changed up (they say i changed up)
b-tch, it’s big ceo, i’m the same one (i’m the same one)
i remember hearing, “boy, don’t leave off the porch,” and now i’m so deep
tryna make it to the top, i heard it’s lonely (i heard it’s lonely)
youngin swingin’ sticks in the jungle, feel like mowgli (i feel like)
semi-automatic hit his ass, i bet it fold him (whew, whew)
he gon’ curl up
throwin’ up the east side, i ain’t erewhon’s (i ain’t erewhon)
i feel like nono, bruh ‘nem told me, “put them guns up”
but they know i love this sh-t, ain’t puttin’ nothin’ up (nothin’ up)

[chorus]
pops said, “all money ain’t good,” i’m like, “how the f-ck it’s bad?”
every day i wake up, i’m chasin’ after cash

- chuckie ceo

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