Lyrics Chevy Woods – U.S.A.

Counting money, burning dope
Shout out my uncle Juice

Uh, my nigga Jerz
Uh, shit that we do ain’t like the shit that y’all niggas be doin’ man

Speed into that money v tweezy no roof own it
See me in that red Cool Aid the coop homie
Tell my hitman haller, you know you that yelling ball gangs
Switching up my style, all you niggas for years, long change
Style for friends, she don’t speak my top
That flag on the left side, I know you see the vossy
Some ghetto nigga with them 40’s out
You niggas semi wanna do it, we got auties out
Taylor Gang, yeah you know my niggas party hard
Got your bitch’s titties out and this ain’t Mardi Gras
All hands from the hood say that’s a cool guy
I guess they see my jewels when I ride back

Champagne sipping with your bitch she know what’s up
So tell them niggas we don’t give a fuck
And we gettin’ all this money so it’s kind of hard not to know the size
That paper’s straight, no it ain’t folding up

40 seconds floor, view from the roof
20 dollars uncle skin, I’ll wipe the shoes on the coop
I got bass in my trunk and I ain’t talking kickers
Just came from the connect I’m a young wild nigga
Back on when Ray had that 5 point 0 bowling ball
This is way back in I ain’t even know what y’all
A couple niggas from my hood say you don’t need to throw

Champagne sipping with your bitch she know what’s up (real nigga man)
So tell them niggas we don’t give a fuck (I put that on my hood my nigga)
And we gettin’ all this money so it’s kind of hard not to know the size
That paper’s straight, no it ain’t folding up

In due time niggas will understand
Some difference between us and them
I don’t think it needs a explanation of
Cause in due time these niggas will understand
TGOD

And I’m champagne sipping with your bitch she know what’s up
So tell them niggas we don’t give a fuck
And we gettin’ all this money so it’s kind of hard not to know the size
That paper’s straight, no it ain’t folding up

TGOD
TGOD
TGOD