Joey West – Chamba
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Chamba

Intro
Ooh ooh huh ooh ooh ooh

I’m red lining on the gas
How they let a brown skin buy I bought a Benz [tuh
Now the black lens hide the OT in ma eyes
Cause we looking like we back to back from Beijing [Ahí]

Verse 1

NoHo when I eat and shopping at La Brea
Cause my momma need a new Prada, new Armani
Only rocking all designer ya she gotta brag
For the grades that I neva passed

And the liquor levels that- put me in the bookings
Funny that all I see is CEO work
And we headed from the basement to the top
Every bro getting different woah

Check the clock cause I’m different too [ha, look
Daddy came from crossing boarders, did it for the fam
So I made a promise that I’d buy up any land
Break the bag, make a brand, never touch the tag

That’s forever in this life
Missing any mausoleum
Still I’m finna pray God forgiving every sin
Cause I gotta lotta that like the iron in the gym

Partly why I keep an iron and a grip
All this fear got me moving kinda slick

Chorus

To the top, top, top
All you gotta do is chamba, chamba, chamba
Power plus the paper equal chamba, chamba
Hundred bottle of the liquor I’ma take a picture [ya, ya, ya]

I ain’t gotta buy her, no Prada, no Prada, none
Cause she love me ya she love me [aye
Tell me what I gotta do, what I, what I gotta do

All you gotta do is chamba, chamba, chamba
Power Plus the Paper equal chamba, chamba
Hundred bottle of da liquor ima take a picture [ya, ya, ya]

Who design the fit- jiggy nigga in the drip
Looking like Kawhi in the Six
Neva been a simp
So that’s a whole lotta chamba, chamba
[Hmmm]

Bridge

Now tell me how you got a 30 piece AP
And a couple pointers on ya chest
But I driver the newer newer Benz [Oooh
Quit the capping you ain’t doing more than me

Verse 2

Going from the nicks to the dimes
Now it’s funding Amber Time
No more doing crimes
Check me on the cover of the Times

Every letter state, fly fly fly
Damn Joey Dub got his money up
Never needa cheat like the Pats
Cause I kneel for the flag like I’m Kap

Yes I’ma Panther, I’ma border baby [ooh
2020 but I’m living like the 80’s
Skinny pants, golden tans
And I’m popping off the gram

Bet a Lindsey looking back
Ooh I should’ve never dumped
Bought a Benz and he never stunt
Flick the wrist and the VVS’s lit

Damn I want him, not a rapper, that’s a hit
Nah I protect cause I’m going

Chorus

To the top, top, top
All you gotta do is chamba, chamba, chamba
Power plus the paper equal chamba, chamba
Hundred bottle of the liquor I’ma take a picture [ya, ya, ya]

I ain’t gotta buy her, no Prada, no Prada, none
Cause she love me ya she love me [aye
Tell me what I gotta do, what I, what I gotta do

All you gotta do is chamba, chamba, chamba
Power Plus the Paper equal chamba, chamba
Hundred bottle of da liquor ima take a picture [ya, ya, ya]

Who design the fit- jiggy nigga in the drip
Looking like Kawhi in the Six
Neva been a simp
So that’s a whole lotta chamba, chamba
[Hmmm]

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