Lyrics By: Rodney Chrome

Verse 1:

I been killing bitches I been putting them to rest
Teaching all these niggas and baby you ain’t pass your test
Niggas think they fly but they ain’t even left the nest 
Chrome he a witch he come from the Wicked West

I need a check 
No I need some neck 
I call the plays bitch I’m Michael Vick 
You will get tazed if you touch my bitch
Ain’t talking Lays but I’m stacking my chips

Chorus:

Ooo we just getting to the money 
Ooo oo oo we just getting to the money 
Collecting all these jewels looking like the Easter Bunny 
Ooo oo oo we just getting to the money (Yeah)
Ooo we just getting to the money 
Ooo oo oo we just getting to the money 
Collecting all these jewels looking like the Easter Bunny 
Ooo oo oo we just getting to the money (Yeah)

Verse 2:

You know my favorite thing is Yen and Pesos
Body looking like a Van Gough 
In Versace robes 
They always ask where I get my clothes 
I tell them “don’t ask if you broke”

I met a scammer in Atlanta he would buy me dinner
His wrist like Winter in Decemeber gave me gifts like Santa
I told him nigga you a winner this aint for beginners
All about the green nigga call me Master Splinter

Chorus:

Ooo we just getting to the money 
Ooo oo oo we just getting to the money 
Collecting all these jewels looking like the Easter Bunny 
Ooo oo oo we just getting to the money (Yeah)
Ooo we just getting to the money 
Ooo oo oo we just getting to the money 
Collecting all these jewels looking like the Easter Bunny 
Ooo oo oo we just getting to the money (Yeah)

To The Money

To The Money #contest #2KBeatsTheSearch

Lyrics By: Rodney Chrome

Verse 1:

Come and take a ride on it 
My shit so dope that he wanna get high on it
Boy keep your eyes on it 
If you look away you might miss when im cuming (yea)

Open my shit let me see some
Ring on my bell sound like 
Breaking a sweat caught a fever

He like when I’m popping my shit
Gabby Douglas how I hop in a split
Keep it wet might lose your balance and slip
Pussy Fairy, Nigga come make a wish

Pre-Chorus:

Beat it up
In the bathroom
Like a typhoon 
Spraying on you 
Eat it up
Like a vacuum
Don't need a spoon
Lick the middle 

Yeah
My shit make him say 
Yeah
Make it nasty like
Ehhhh
Sweat dripping down on the floor 
from your…

Chorus:

Body Heat (x8)

Verse 2:

In the bed finna have a minaj
No KFC but he want a breast and a thigh
The head so good he said boy you so wise 
No the head feel like Heaven so he calling me God

Raining down like a fire hydrant 
My ass like a wrecking ball, no Miley Cyrus
His name ain’t Joe but I bet he gone bite it
Different type of climate
Hotter than a island

Pre-Chorus

Beat it up
In the bathroom
Like a typhoon 
Spraying on you 
Eat it up
Like a vacuum
Don't need a spoon
Lick the middle 

Yeah
My shit make him say 
Yeah
Make it nasty like
Ehhhh
Sweat dripping down on the floor 
from your…

Chorus:

Body Heat (x8)

Body Heat

Body Heat #Contest #2KBeatsTheSearch

Lyrics By: Rodney Chrome

Verse 1:

I never worked a 9 to 5 
Never punched a clock
No Hickory Dock
My eyes always been on the prize 
No lie
I raise my price 
I deserve this life
I aint talking bout no John when I say I feel like I’m a  Legend
Tell your bitch she better run
Feel like Sha’Carri, you coming in second
Blessing the beat like a reverend 
Im the new Armageddon
Killing all these bitches somebody go and get the paramedics 

I done worked too hard on these bitches 
I done worked too hard for these ritches 
How the fuck you talking down but you need a cue card for your lyrics
So fly they calling me Spirit 
Might Die if you fuck with my business
My ride the windows is tinted 
My niggas with it 
Bitch is you kidding

Chorus:

Famous 
I been working so hard just to be
Famous 
This is it 
I feel like a star, I’m…
Famous
I made it this far, now I’m
Famous
Famous

Verse 2:

killing bitches like a plan B
But I aint never had a plan B
I was aiming for the ceiling 
Fell down stuck the landing 
Calling plays, Peyton Manning
I aint talking mathematics
But imma make it by any means
Praying for all my enemies 
Your nigga straight but he into me 
Everytime ya’ll fuckin 
he got chrome in his memory 
shoot my shot like I’m Yao Ming 
Ice on my wrist, it go bling bling
I told my mama that I’m famous 
She said “I knew God was listening”

Chorus:

Famous 
I been working so hard just to be
Famous 
This is it 
I feel like a star, I’m…
Famous
I made it this far, I’m
Famous
Famous

Famous

Famous #Contest #2KBeatsTheSearch

Lyrics By: Rodney Chrome 

Chorus: 

Boys
I aint got no type for the boys
From the bottom to the top of the boys 
Travel all around the world for the boys 
Say Boy 
Boys 
Boys 
I aint got no type for the Boys
Boys 
Boys 
All around the world I love my 
Boys 

Verse 1:

Once upon a time 
I used to fuck with a nigga named Ryan 
He a little ****
Shorter than a vine 
But the brain was good yea like Jimmy Neautron
Jimmy Neautron
Wait wait 
What about Davon 
Darkskin like Akon 
Real good with the Iron
Pressing niggas treat them like a perm 
Around his block they call him “Big Worm”

But then there was Jason
He had a girlfriend 
Liam Nieson, Taken 
He called my phone he said Chrome can I taste it 
Started chewing on it I said “nigga this ain’t bacon” 
He beat the pussy up now he on probation 
Got it so wet somebody get flotations
Wanna kill it everywhere, Final Destination
He call me beyonce, he Fghting Temptation

Chorus: 

Boys
I aint got no type for the boys
From the bottom to the top of the boys 
Travel all around the world for the boys 
Say Boy 
Boys 
Boys 
I aint got no type for the Boys
Boys 
Boys 
All around the world I love my 
Boys 

Verse 2: 

Jake flew me out to Paris 
He said he wanted me to come and meet his parents 
Had me eating healthy had me eating carrots
I told him nigga “I am not a fuckin parrot”

Where the chicken and the fries and the drank in the cup
He wanna be my sugar dady call me Anna Nicole 
I’m a dime nigga never been a fuckin nickel
I like a hotboy, only keep his wrist on cold

I got one in Brazil 
One down in Mobile 
Alabama so he real good on the grill
Real housweife nigga no Beverly Hills  
Couple basketball players up in Louisville 
Can’t forget about my niggas up in Arkansas 
Louisiana he gone chew it like a crocodile
Oh damn i got another one in Utah
More niggas in my bag than a U-haul 

Chorus:

Boys
I aint got no type for the boys
From the bottom to the top of the boys 
Travel all around the world for the boys 
Say Boy 
Boys 
Boys 
I aint got no type for the Boys
Boys 
Boys 
All around the world I love my 
Boys

For The Boys

For The Boys #Contest #2KBeatsTheSearch

Verse 1:

Gone off a molly now he trynna take me home
Nigga where yo mama at he said boy she gone
Walked up in his room   
Kicked off both my shoes
Ass like a Chevy he could drive it to the Moon
Baby dont lose your grib
Baby insert the tip
He said swallow all the dick 
Don’t take little sips
Nigga you know the drill
Lick it up if it drip 
He don’t fuck with 12 but he trynna cop a feel

Chorus:

It go right hand 
Left hand on my ass
Back it up 
Then give it a smack
Right hand 
Left hand on my ass
Back it up 
Then give it a…

Verse 2:

This ain’t no BBL 
I know its hard to tell 
The way that it move 
Way that it move
Falling off the scale
Eat it before it melt
Boy don’t kiss and tell
Running your mouth 
Wonder how your girlfriend will feel

Love the way that I put it down 
Make him spend about a hundred thou
Acting like we at the club he said baby I want another round
No such thing as out of bounds
Love it when my ass bounce
Throw it like a stripper
He gone make it rain down 

Chrous:

It go right hand 
Left hand on my ass
Back it up 
Then give it a smack
Right hand 
Left hand on my ass
Back it up 
Then give it a…