Chances In Your Life Lyrics – Quando Rondo

Read the full Chances In Your Life lyrics by Quando Rondo along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Quando Rondo’s music, you can also explore SRT and YSL Shoes, two other songs by Quando Rondo.

And yeah, yeah
(Cxb, know he go crazy)
QRN, N
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (QRN)

What’s the chances in your life you make a million dollars?
Bang the house since dirty Sprite, living like a rockstar
Hunnid thousand on ice, walking out of Icebox
Lil’ shorty bad just like a Barbie, fu*k her with the lights off
I’ma beat the block, I’m grinding like Rocky Balboa
Lil’ homie got the cleanest diamonds, don’t leave ’em lights off

My lil’ n!gga caught a body from off an iPhone
My lil’ n!gga got indicted for getting shine on
I ain’t got no trust

Shorty a model, why the fu*k she keep on calling my line?
If they had a charge from all the ways that I’m shining, they’ll see that ball in the crime
He ain’t no trapper, he don’t know nothing ’bout no grinding
He ain’t no scammer, all he know is sling iron, that’s why he stay with that fire
Ain’t tryna rap, so how the last n!gga died?
snapper, I’ma drink with no ic
o off the head on the mic
I want the head, then after back, don’t come back
Rather be dead before I’m labeled a rat
Put that on Pablo and Phat
I’m in Miami with two b!tches that’s fat
I fu*ked ’em both and only gave ’em two racks
I’m just gon’ leave it at that
I pour them fours up by the liter, an Act’
Living life speed and that’s the reason I ask

What’s the chances in your life you make a million dollars?

Bang the house since dirty Sprite, living like a rockstar
Hunnid thousand on ice, walking out of Icebox
Lil’ shorty bad just like a Barbie, fu*k her with the lights off

I’ma beat the block, I’m grinding like Rocky Balboa
Lil’ homie got the cleanest diamonds, don’t leave ’em lights off
My lil’ n!gga caught a body from off an iPhone
My lil’ n!gga got indicted for getting shine on (Oh, oh)
I ain’t got no trust (Okay, let’s go)

We eating five-star meals at the Myriad
If I fu*k her, I’ma pay her bills like I care ’bout her
My lil’ n!gga fu*ked a b!tch and after that, she pulled up on me
I know he be looking at my pics like, “Damn, he took her from me”
Lil’ woadie, he be thugging in the bricks, I know he cooking for me
I’m gon’ go and tip brodie a zip so he could cook it for me
Whole ten stacks, that’ll get a n!gga whacked
He be shooting in the front, I be coming through the back
Every time that you see me, I’m dope boy fresh
Dope boy money, steady running up a check
Every day got my foot on they neck
I’ma slime like a slatt
Got my dog doing time ’cause he rat
I’ma drip in designer to come out the trap
Damn, lil’ shorty the finest I seen on the map
Every day we be grinding, the question I ask

What’s the chances in your life you make a million dollars?
Bang the house since dirty Sprite, living like a rockstar
Hunnid thousand on ice, walking out of Icebox
Lil’ shorty bad just like a Barbie, fu*k her with the lights off
I’ma beat the block, I’m grinding like Rocky Balboa
Lil’ homie got the cleanest diamonds, don’t leave ’em lights off
My lil’ n!gga caught a body from off an iPhone
My lil’ n!gga got indicted for getting shine on
I ain’t got no trust (Okay, let’s go)