Lyrics Cry in a Rolls Royce - Chetta

Cry in a Rolls Royce

Givenchy my jeans
Givenchy my sleeves
Im all on a pack
And sweating out beans
I fit fifty racks
Inside of my skinny’s
Im shooting at mice
And im fucking on minnie
I bet when they see me
Im running the scene
Yeah they all gonna feel me
A bad lil bitch
She can’t stand me
But feel me
Was all in my bag
Now they tell me they with me
They better not be
Riding alone
Semi won’t choke
Light up my dope
We want the smoke
Don’t need no friends
Or no circles
Keeping it tucked
Ima turtle
Pour up my drink
Till its purple
Pull up like urkle
Hop out
Im popping like virgins
She wanna fuck with that murder
Come and get murdered
All of that bullshit unheard of
Wet up the block like I’m squirtle
Hotboy i pull up with burners
All of you bitches so worthless
Can’t play a lie to a king
I heard you not what you seem
Baby don’t baby don’t leave
Don’t leave don’t leave
Baby don’t baby don’t leave
Tell me would you ride for me
Would you ride for me
Would you ride for me
Tell me would you die for me
Would you die for me
Would you die for me
I could’ve gave you anything
On anything yes anything
But you come and took everything
On everything thats everything