Chris Travis – Live From The East lyrics

[Verse 1: Chris Travis]

Neva subtracting, money keep adding
Hidden in a rock like my fuckin' name Patrick
Down, up in Hollywood, man I need an actress
I'm a young nigga, but she older than my dad is
I'll break a bitch down, quicker than my gram shit
I'ont ever let down, nigga for my fam shit
Every time I touch down, hoes get to dancin'
Never worry because the bands comin' in advancement
Two holes deep in the coup, that's madness
Bitch I'm ova ya head, just like a fitted canvas
Bass hit hard, make me throw a temper tantrum
Smoking Indica, baby dolls in the castle
Sure to come down if they ever give me hassles
For the rap game, since they young and been a rascal
In the crack game, walking out with a handful

[Hook: Chris Travis] (x2)
Bank roll, bank roll
Blowing up, centerfold
Hol' up, hol' up
Tell that ho gimmie tho
Nigga's keep talking shit
Burn it down, hear me tho
Make the whole motherfucking world see my vision tho
Two hands up, make a nigga see the universe


[Verse 2: Chris Travis] (x2)

I'ont give a fuck 'bout nobody you can get the word
Mad cause your girl on me
Need to get at her
Nigga's wanna go and get the flow, boy you better search
I'ont really care about no hoes, cause the money first