Aris Sparks - Waffle House Chronicles lyrics

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Aris Sparks - Waffle House Chronicles lyrics

[Intro] I want the fame, I want the money, I want the love, I want it all... [Hook: Aris Sparks] She got dreams of a million I got dreams wit no ceilings The sky ain't the limit imma need about a billion b**h I gotta touch money like, Oh, What a feelin' Union Money Gang these n***as Know we finna make a k**in' She got dreams of a million I got dreams wit no ceilings The sky ain't the limit imma need about a billion b**h I gotta touch money like, Oh, What a feelin' Union Money Gang these b**hes Know we finna make a k**in' [Verse 1: KRivers] She my bottom b**h, lady and a tramp She s** a couple dicks, she get my latest stamp She do what daddy say, she never make demands She just tryna feed her seed, she gon take the chance For her daughter she gon make the choice She never f** for free, the paper make her moist I tell the b**h to shoot a bundle just to keep her poise Daddy do the talkin for you baby save your voice I keep it simple wit the pimpin I'm like a god to her, say whatever and she listened She believe in me, say that money's her religion Cuz we marathon running and she down to go the distance She a rider... I know it's wrong but we past that Still chasing after money we ain't grasp yet Yea that's my b**h, you can smash that Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at [Hook] [Verse: Aris Sparks] You are not f**in wit a loser, ball hard like an Indiana Hoosier Eric Gordon, what I make make it's not important But sooner, than later getting paper no bullsh** Like Derrick Rose or da bul Boozer.. ya feel me Work harder than a Mexican, but spend like a white man I'm scheming like a African, make plays like a tight end Got my shorty at my right, and she got dreams of a million I tell her I need them Benjamins to stack up pa** the ceiling What's a dream without action, couple n***as wit me packin They tell me to stick to rappin, but show up like n***a what's happening And you ain't f**ing wit no ordinary n***a, that want ordinary figures Don't want ordinary b**hes, extraordinary riches Lowkey they only see me if you takin pictures I gave that wedding ring to paper it could never fit ya And if you can't f** wit that then imma f**in miss ya Ya coming second if I'm f**in wit ya [Hook]