Lyrics Demun Jones – Chrome

Everything’s got to be chrome
Every piece of metal on your ride that’s showin
The grill to the wheels, the front back bumper
The box under the seat, the speakers that’s thumpin

Horsepower, please, I got it
I got a need for speed, I can’t hide it
You can barely see my face when I fly by
Super chip, zero to sixty in three point five
I got a stack of tickets I ain’t payin
Truck full of rednecks, we ain’t playing
When we come out the woods we getting clean
New camo, no mud is what I mean
Then we wax the paint, polish the chrome
Take little cuz home. (Why?)
Cause he ain’t grown
We bout to cruise the town, cause a scene
Every piece of trim is chrome and it’s clean

Everything’s got to be chrome
Every piece of metal on your ride that’s showin
The grill to the wheels, the front back bumper
The box under the seat, the speakers that’s thumpin
Everything’s got to be chrome
Every little switch that turns anything on
Antennas, the handles, the plates and the pipes
If it ain’t shiny at night it ain’t right

Everything is chrome plated
You looking for a mirror?
I got you pretty lady
Just look at the wheels or you can stand in the front
Chrome on the bumper so clean, but don’t touch
I put the high dollar polish on it and 3 coats
So water beads off, you’d think that it would float
But my chrome ain’t ever gonna see a raindrop
This will assure me that the blinging won’t stop
It don’t take but one light and night and I’m bright
They call it a disco ball and they right
And if you see my riding round on a clear sunny day, wear some shades cuz I’m coming your way. Ok?

Everything’s got to be chrome
Every piece of metal on your ride that’s showin
The grill to the wheels, the front back bumper
The box under the seat, the speakers that’s thumpin
Everything’s got to be chrome
Every little switch that turns anything on
Antennas, the handles, the plates and the pipes
If it ain’t shiny at night it ain’t right
(That’s right)

Chrome covered engine, I got it
Step bars and everything inside it. (YEAAAAH)
If it can be dipped then it’s shinin
Street lights make it look like lightening strikin
Now everybody wanna roll wit Jones
No more room to ride, drive your own
The cab’s full of ladies dressed up
I move my buddies to the bed. (That’s messed up)
They got a cooler full of bluegills sippin
If know it’s bud light if you dip in
We bout to cruise the town, cause a scene
Every piece of trim is chrome and it’s clean

Everything’s got to be chrome
Every piece of metal on your ride that’s showin
The grill to the wheels, the front back bumper
The box under the seat, the speakers that’s thumpin
Everything’s got to be chrome
Every little switch that turns anything on
Antennas, the handles, the plates and the pipes
If it ain’t shiny at night it ain’t right
(That’s right)