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Listen To "Bank Statements" from the official album "Seasons" by Chiefur Skates (Album Art by RJMJ) {Lyrics} Everybody ain’t able to sit at your table it’s some people man you gotta watch em I’m addicted to money & women that’s way more then 99 problems Got my mind on a mission I’m out tryna get it I really been solving the silence Know some people who hasty they not being patient you gotta start trustin the process Mislead generations Black choice made out desperation I’m just tryna feed my people education We ain’t motherfucking stopping till it’s reparations Man fuck all that lackin this country be cappin, you mfs really owe us It was on site for that free labor when we ain’t really know the motive We gone Invest in our property Buy back the block and distribute it properly Black businesses ballin monopoly Hit for a ticket I’m callin it lottery Shoutout my lil cuz jellyball I lovem & really thankful he rock wit me He gone be straight when I’m clockin a lot green I flew out the country and went to the tropics I was driving the boat when the water was choppy All these 10s mane I got options Getting money lowkey im poppin Call up my momma ima take her shopping Gucci Chanel she want it she got it Big bank statements making deposits Was gone get the Benz but she wanted the Audi I Got a lot wiser whole lot smarter only a little bit older Industry shady people fugazy why my heart got colder Bought me a laptop learned how to code Now I’m making money out on the road It’s gone cost 3k for a show 1,500 now for a feature Ima serve it to him I got it cheaper These niggas hatin shawty know im cleaner Slime gone pull up in the beamer Billy Mandy when I slide bitch I’m the reaper It’s a glitch when you reset receivers Chiefur Skates gone bang through you speakers Ima pull up & park it & run up the meter I ain’t fuckin with shawty I know she a eater (Prod. by Lock16k)

Listen To "Weighted" by Chiefur Skates {Lyrics} I remember this time in miami with me & j smoking we both was just chillin I was getting my ass whooped in 2k If I ain’t lose money I ain’t really trippin He get lit on the sticks every shot really hit I already knew I wasn’t winnin Then the phone rang & the mood changed had a feeling this time it was different You know chiefur be all bout his business I stay in the latest I started the drip bitch So my nigga proceeded to tell me about catchin the play we could possibly get in All you need to know is it was up the road I ain’t one of these young niggas snitching So we hopped in the wagon my nigga was packin that recoil came with a big kick When we pick up this pack get it back to the trap we gone pop out hood with the big drip Flip that shit to junkies & get us some money Now people be all in my mentions See that was the plan but this getting deeper That was really only just the beginning If you see this on Facebook Instagram Twitter YouTube I need you to listen Ouu you lucky back then I woulda bust you lil nigga Pickup my phone & I can touch you lil nigga We be bending corners poppin clutches lil nigga They be hating holding grudges lil nigga lights camera action everyday struggle lil niggas Ima always catch a play I don’t fumble lil nigga You lookin like food I got the munchies lil nigga We could jug you for the 40 you a sucka lil nigga I went off on a rant But I’m being honest Now let me get back to my story Man we couldn’t wait To pickup the weight we knew that the pack was enormous We pulled up outside Dude on the stoop lookin spooked We knew something was wrong here Some nigga came out & he told us bounce He informed us that 12 bout to spawn here Man that shit was crazy it only took seconds Before we start hearing the sirens You know that I’m certified Whippin the foregin My nigga I’m nice with the driving Had to speed off cudi cut cudi cut Make the left now we hiding Called a different provider He pulled up with fire Exchanged & we got back to slidin {End} (Prod. By HUD$ON)

Lyrics {Hook} I know your heart is feeling injuries I know you missin me You prolly wonder what kissin me’s like Eventually Ima find your love Damn this shits a mystery I been searching for ages Feel like this shit is history But i ain’t gettin past it Cause ima bastard I been at my crib Drunk now I’m fucken plastered I went ghost up on my haters You can call me casper I Hadda reset my life & start another chapter {Verse} I been looking for motivation & don’t know where to find it I swear your loves like a drug Got me searching feel like you hiding Fuck a melody ima givem wordplay Ima givem guidance How you feel about this money Ima lace you out in diamonds I swear that she fine dawg I swear this girl is striking Man im finna make her mine But right now it’s hard to describe it Woah wait tellin me that I’m damaged It’s Chiefur Skates bitch & shorty telling me I’m handsome You ain’t gone tell me I ain’t no superhero now cause she my sidekick I feel like Ms Cleo I read your mind just like a psychic I ain’t talkin computers but I’m sayin it’s the right click You the only one I wanna vibe with Ion care about your friends now Ill put you in a rover or a fucking benz now Give a fuck about these other niggas Ima stand out I been blowin up fast shiiiid I’m the man now {Hook} I know your heart is feeling injuries I know you missin me You prolly wonder what kissin me’s like Eventually Ima find your love Damn this shits a mystery I been searching for ages Feel like this shit is history But i ain’t gettin past it Cause ima bastard I been at my crib Drunk now I’m fucken plastered I went ghost up on my haters You can call me casper I Hadda reset my life & start another chapter (Prod. by beatsbyneco)

Listen To "Memories" from the official album "Seasons" by Chiefur Skates (Album Art by RJMJ) {Hook} We be making memories Got me vibin wit your spirit Got me fuckin wit your energy We gone show em how to do it We gone fucking leave a legacy All these people got me blown All on my phone man why y’all stressin me {Verse} Ima givem the story ima givem this documentary You deserve it you worth it You could take it it’s complimentary I wanna give you the wrld but we can start with mansions in Beverly Hills I hate when you not around Swear I be feelin jealousy girl Whenever I’m outta town I think about you generally Your love got me guessing asking questions It’s double jeopardy Oouu this girl like the pressure they be servin in them dispensaries Got me drunk throwed I’m faded baby you got me sippin Hennessy {Hook} Cause we be makin memories Got me vibin wit your spirit Got me fuckin wit your energy We gone show em how to do it We gone fucking leave a legacy All these people got me blown All on my phone man why y’all stressin me Cause we be makin memories Got me vibin wit your spirit Got me fuckin wit your energy We gone show em how to do it We gone fucking leave a legacy All these people got me blown All on my phone man why ya'll stressin me (prod. waytoolost)

Lyrics See I can't decide if Well I can't decide if Woah Woah Hey Hey Woah I can't decide if ill make my mind up Know its my time chiefur skates bitch I'm on my grind tho woah I know you see me in that fast car that nascar I'm racing mother fucker pull up on me and try me and I'm gone take him Gas pack loud to the face i got flavors I don't know why these niggas be haters Woah I just bought a foreign whip Lately I been flexing on some foreign shit Shorty want to fuck with me she gorgeous Cause she see me counting my money its enormous They say I'm on it Woah Woah flexing And I got diamonds around my wrist and round my necklace Its chiefur skates they know I'm quick to demand respect bitch If not he gone get hit with 40s and a tech bitch haay Oh man i tried to tell em But they aint want to listen Now a nigga living better Whole lot of new digits I dont fuck with gucci sweaters You can say I'm still dripping I just pulled up in a foreign ima drop it hit switches haay Woah I can't decide if ill make my mind up Know its my time chiefur skates bitch I'm on my grind tho woah I know you see me in that fast car that nascar I'm racing Mother fucker pull up on me and try me and I'm gone take him Gas pack loud to the face I got flavors I don't know why these niggas be haters (Beat By beatsbyneco x nato2300_)

Lyrics I just want to count up my bands I just want to count up my cash flow I just want to count up my bands oouu I just want to count up my racks tho I just want to count up my cash My 100s my 50s my 20s my 10s oouu I just wanna count up my cash I just wanna count up my cash I just want to count up my bands My 100s my 50s my 20s my 10s oouu I just wanna chill with my friends I just wanna smoke in my benz I don’t wanna spend all my ends Texting shorty from Japan woah Charge him 40 for a gram oouu I don’t think you understand oouu I just want to count up my bands woah I just want to count up my bands woah I just want to count up my bands woah She get to twerkin on command oouu Ima Kanye you a damn fool He was happy I got bad news Im jimmy neutron gotta blast oouu My pocket rocket finna spaz dude I just want to count up my bands I just want to count up my cash flow I just want to count up my bands oouu I just want to count up my racks tho I just want to count up my cash My 100s my 50s my 20s my 10s oouu I just wanna count up my cash I just wanna count up my cash I just want to count up my bands I just want to count up my cash flow I just want to count up my bands oouu I just want to count up my racks tho I just want to count up my cash My 100s my 50s my 20s my 10s oouu I just wanna count up my cash I just wanna count up my cash (Beat by TORYONTHEBEAT)

Lyrics Ohhh now I got mixed emotions Shouldn’t have gave you my heart I knew you’d leave it broken Picking up pieces tryna figure out what I’m holding But I’m jonesin I don’t fuck with perkys or lean but you got me rollin Took a trip to Aruba to clear my head & get my focus back Why you act like you ain’t notice that Desperate lost I’m so sick I’m sad See I.. never really understood Why you’d lie to me that’s really immature And my mind really just needs reassurance Cause my time just wasn’t feeling secured I remember my struggles they didn’t fuck with me I could probably take her just off the strength of my company No more eatin ramen my nigga we livin luxury You played with my heart when I left it with you in custody But I’m past that Ima put sum money in the nasdaq You been actin funny ever since I smashed that Now you anti social with a bad rep, damn that’s a bad bitch Ohhh now I got mixed emotions Shouldn’t have gave you my heart I knew you’d leave it broken Picking up pieces tryna figure out what I’m holding But I’m jonesin I don’t fuck with perkys or lean but you got me rollin Took a trip to Aruba to clear my head & get my focus back Why you act like you ain’t notice that Desperate lost I’m so sick I’m sad Oh damn I got Papi on my payroll We just left the city get your shit it’s time to change clothes I been making money while you still making the same moves I know you was really out here fuckin with them lame dudes One was condescending and other tried change you ima put some Johnny Dang around my fucking brain soon (Beat by Bruferrbeatz & Young King)

Lyrics I really think its better if i curve you Attachment is something I don't wanna work through Lovesick nauseous been dealing with the bird flu Looking for your love way past my curfew But I'm fine I'm fine ill make it Just my time really kinda feels wasted Dead friends still out here hating I been on my grind they can miss me with the basics Woah now you got me feeling jaded Sending drunk text aint concerned bout what I'm saying Im sorry officer I didn't realize I was racing The difference is the motor but I kept the same frame How could you say you love me you don't know my real name I never understood why you would play the same games All these people care about my social life I don't really worry anymore cause imma socialite Big gas smoking doints to the face bitch Big cap niggas out here making payments Big bag I remember I was patient Big ass shorty came with and her face lit I really think its better if i curve you Attachment is something I don't wanna work through Lovesick nauseous been dealing with the bird flu Looking for your love way past my curfew But I'm fine I'm fine ill make it Just my time really kinda feels wasted Dead friends still out here hating I been on my grind they can miss me with the basics I walk up in your building baby Chiefur got the juice In love with the money lot of hundreds & they blue But If he talking down on my nigga he gone shoot He got a 40 on his hip & his screws is kinda loose We don't worry bout these bitches they be acting fu You can get it stepping out a foreign with a nuke bunch of mechanics all my niggas carry tools If he really say he bout it where he at and wheres the proof Bets off now bitch you really tried to play me Sleeping with the enemy your actions kinda shady I don't care about you anymore you fucking crazy Pull up in a euro & its just a 1.8t Woah ima cook em like its pastries Smoking off the gas pack got me really blazing I don't give a fuck what you feel or how you say it Chiefur Skates VROOM VROOM bitch I be racing I really think its better if i curve you Attachment is something I don't wanna work through Lovesick nauseous been dealing with the bird flu Looking for your love way past my curfew But I'm fine I'm fine ill make it Just my time really kinda feels wasted Dead friends still out here hating I been on my grind they can miss me with the basics (Beat by AngelLaCiencia)

I just put some cash in the bitcoin market Pull up with the loud I'm the life of the party White boy wasted my niggas act gnarly Bought a CPN Benz & a CPN Charger Young black rich nigga I'm american target Drippin in F&F all on my body If 12 get behind me you know ima drop it All gas no brakes on go we ain't stopping How bout you go and invest in some property Fuck all that foolery quit all that snobbery Focus on building a lot of commodities Grow like a florist go get you some pottery Juggin stocks & this crypto like robbery Going hard what I'm selling is quality Get you some work I can see curiosity Not a fuck nigga aint no inequality Hating the fact that i came up These women be loving my cadence Doing shit for the clout is degrading Markets start trading at 9:30am My accolades show that this really ain't luck I'm stacking chips lil boy get your weight up We not the same bruh This shit can get dangerous I done came up & I got me some credit These niggas be hating these niggas pathetic They thinking I'm vegan i stay with some lettuce That motherfucking loud in the grinder is shredded All of this pressure gone need you a medic Click on my profile the link is embedded We stacking this money I swear its genetic I see em clearly I know where I'm headed Swagger be dripping I'm flawless Imma drop me a mixtape in august These bitches keep ringing my cordless Hit up the plug & I cop me a forest Run up on me you get hit with a warrant Pop like I'm whipping the porridge Too many options we upping the storage We countin this money & splitting them portions Yah Yah Beat Produced By Marz

Listen to “HORSEPOWER” by Chiefur Skates Subscribe for more: https://www.youtube.com/cxsp7 Social Media: https://instagram.com/chiefurxskates https://twitter.com/chiefurxskates https://facebook.com/chiefurxskates Lyrics My friends bought some beamers ima pull-up in a wagon, S52 we gone leave him on the drag strip, I got horsepower, downshift & let him have it, My niggas mechanics. We got wrenches, we got ratchets, Coupes on the ground, what I’m whipping here is lavish, I’m smokin off the pound & now im rolling with a bad chick, Word around town Chiefur Skates can get it crackin, My Mini Cooper foregin. I remember when they crashed it. Ima buy a fast car, that bitch throwing flames, Road racing like its nascar I be switchin lanes, i been smokin with a bad broad, she said she from Maine, Spin the block finna spaz on em should I do my thing, Lil bitch I’m tryna own shit, Huncho loaded, What I’m whipping here is so quick, And I’m just coasting, We Finesse it for them bands cause I’m back on my old shit, Before my father took his life he left us with a notice, Since that day I ain’t been right, piece of my heart is broken, Hadda swagger of the finest he truly was golden, before he left this earth I know he completed his goals, & all he ask is for his ashes be spread on the ocean🙏🏾. All Fax No Cap Skates.

This Alternative Emo/Trap Sound has a melodic feel all the way across the track. Sing along & Enjoy! Lyrics Below {Hook} We just came to party thats for certain, In the foreign & its boring so I'm swerving, All this money in my pockets make me nervous, I be dumbing through my cash bitch on purpose, Woah look at all that ass shorty twerking, Oh I be in my bag bitch no berkin, Got me rubbing off the paint I scratched the surface, But we just wanna party at the circus, {Verse} We just wanna party never wanna grow up, All my friends are really knarly all they know is go nuts, If she just wanna fuck me cause I'm famous so what, But the last time she left me my heart was so crushed, Woah Woah Aye, Don't Go Babe, I won't know what to do if you leave me hanging, Can feel my emotions just siting there dangling, I don't really feel like taking no photos, & she just hit me on my hello moto, Oh I don't want your girl I just want her to promo, Yah we be smoking gas I blow that ozone, Got Lil Yachty cash I get it by the boatload, & I be on her ass till I tell her to go home, Oh I just drove my audi out to sowo, Shit we finny shoot a movie with my go pro, {Hook} We just came to party thats for certain, In the foreign & its boring so I'm swerving, All this money in my pockets make me nervous, I be dumbing through my cash bitch on purpose, Woah look at all that ass shorty twerking, Oh I be in my bag bitch no berkin, Got me rubbing off the paint I scratched the surface, But we just wanna party at the Circus, {END} (Prod. By Mega Beats)

Lyrics {x2} I told them we really be saucy, She wanna ride with a boss B, Don't like em boujie or bossy, Rather the lamb over the rari, Going stupid winnie poo for the honey, Bust down a bag now I'm leaving the country, Bounce back like I'm popping a bungee, Stay focus get back to the money, Im living my life & I do what I want, Y'all can keep talking I'm sparking this blunt, I stay in my lane don't be trying to stunt, Don't want no favors I swear I don't need em, These people keep hating on me they be tweaking, She sending me textes with plans for the evening, Aint about money I aint really speaking, Busted my ass did this shit by myself, These niggas be asking for handouts & help, All of this weight on my motherfuckin belt, I had to grind for that check in the mail, Whole lot of work had a plan like a genius, She calling me charming & I got her leaking, I told her we good to link up on the weekend, Im chasing this money that what I be seeking, YAH. We all in the store with them bands, I got it supply & demand, Going stupid I'm doing my dance, If you aint wit it then you won't understand, Faking these smiles & shaking these hands, started with nothing but now I'm the man, Call the provider & cop me a branch, Getting 40% like i work at the ranch, {x2} I told them we really be saucy, She wanna ride with a boss B, Don't like em boujie or bossy, Rather the lamb over the rari, Going stupid winnie poo for the honey, Bust down a bag now I'm leaving the country, Bounce back like I'm popping a bungee, Stay focus get back to the money, {END} (Prod. By King LeeBoy x Ricco)

Lyrics {Hook}x2 I just really feel like counting millions, We don't care about your cameras let em film it, When your down I know it can be hard to deal with, I just wanna fuck A Paris Hilton, {Verse} Im chilling with my friends now, I just parked the Audi I think I might pull a benz out, Smoking on some maui its really lit at my friends house, well i guess I'm crashing tonight I call the damn couch, x2 I don't know why these people always hating on my name, Uber driver when we cruise always stay in my lane, You keep fucking up your seat I be plotting on your place, She keep looking at me I can see it all on her face, Doubled up my profit Anna Mae I eat the cake, I be blowing money fast you might think I'm in a race, Shorty keep on twerking I might put her on a plate, But I know she came to party gotta sign the NDA, {Hook}x2 I just really feel like counting millions, We don't care about your cameras let em film it, When your down I know it can be hard to deal with, I just wanna fuck A Paris Hilton,

Lyrics - - {Hook}x2 I’m cookin they callin me chef. A whole lot of chains on my neck. I don’t want your bitch for the sex. I bet you give me my respect. New bitch step out the foreign. Spotlight on shawty she gorgeous. She fucking for clout BUT she boring. Securin that bag for the Porsche. {Verse} Getting paper, my coupe be the latest. Had to wait on my turn I was patient. Spending money on clothing & fragrances. I can’t fuck wit lil shawty she basic. built a brand off a dream an a dollar. Always hated on the boi, ima scholar. Got some money, we stuffin our pockets. I’m ridin around wit a rocket. Securing that bag for the cheddar, I went from ridin a jetta, I done focused and got me some pressure, You need to do a little better, None of my niggas they fuck with you. Ambience in my basement it’s comfortable. All this clout got me feelin untouchable. These bitches ain’t nothin but fuckable. She still my lil baby she cufable. Fuck wit my product we touching you. Imma catch me a play then we coming thru. Aint concerned bout that money we running through. Yauh! Bitch why you stalking me, I know that none of these niggas can rock wit me, I just might fuck up a check on sum property, Getting that paper been part of the policy, pull on her hips and she throwin it properly, I was just down on my luck out in poverty, Now I done caught me play like the lottery, In yo motherfuckin hood with a lot of comradery. We just be buying these houses monopoly, I done came up and took off like a robbery. Way to young to believe in monogamy. Bitch ima boss I became a commodity. I fuck up a check I just bought me some dishes, Lil mama bad I just might take her fishing, These niggas be hatin these niggas don’t listen, Up late on the web I just caught me some digits, Flew to new york, had to catch me a play, I just came home with a whole lotta weight, It feel like my birthday, imma getting this cake, it’s gotta be sealed when it ship in the crate, I’m killing these niggas, can’t nobody stop me, Checking these niggas like we in a lobby, I swear I be drippin my diamonds be choppy, I might wear a turban to feel like a saudi, That bag in the back of the trunk is for papi, She just want touch on my motherfuckin body, All this dirt on my name why they callin me cocky, I’m feeling like flexing might rent me a rari, Yauh! Yuah Yuah {Hook}x2 I’m cookin they callin me chef. A whole lot of chains on my neck. I don’t want your bitch for the sex. I bet you give me my respect. New bitch step out the foreign. spotlight on shawty she gorgeous. She fucking for clout BUT she boring. Securin that bag for the Porsche.

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