Yeah
C.V.E. Chillin Villain Empire Lyrics
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I be pimping, yeah, yeah
If it ain't about the money
Why we tripping? yeah, yeah
Why you jealous? Go and sell it
I'm just living, yeah, yeah
Ain't no point in talkin' bout it
You ain't with it, yeah, yeah
I be pimping, yeah, yeah
If it ain't about the money
Why we tripping? yeah, yeah
Why you jealous? Go and sell it
I'm just living, yeah, yeah
Ain't no point in talkin' bout it
You ain't with it, yeah, yeah
Man I been on this shit since I lived up on the westside
Juggin' crazy, geekin', fuckin' hoes I'm such a mess, I
Just can't help myself, I cop expensive shit from Best Buy
Now I own the cars I used to pray that I could test drive
Used to mix the sprite up with the slow
Stacking up the money watch it grow
Flexin' on you switching out the coat
Winner time, you gotta love the snow
My nigga said "bust a pack out"
Rockin' the coke on a hot plate
I beat the box like I'm Pacquiao
But everyone know that I'm Pac-Ye
Baby want place out in Melrose
I call that lil' bitch Heather Locklear
Won't give that lil' baby no ice though
Cause she just gon' skate like a hockey player
Girl we not cuffing or keeping
Bitch I been stuntin' all season
I just been buying myself time
I should spend money on Yeezy's
I could put money in real estate
I should put money in stocks
But I do not trust you to count it bitch
Just might keep the money in socks (hey)
I don't love 'em, I just fuck 'em
I be pimping, yeah, yeah
If it ain't about the money
Why we tripping? yeah, yeah
Why you jealous? Go and sell it
I'm just living, yeah, yeah
Ain't no point in talkin' bout it
You ain't with it, yeah, yeah
I ain't love 'em, I just fuck 'em
I be pimping, yeah, yeah
If it ain't about the money
Why we tripping? yeah, yeah
Why you jealous? Go and sell it
I'm just living, yeah, yeah
Ain't no point in talkin' bout it
You ain't with it, yeah, yeah
Man I just been chilling with some bitches from the east
She a work of art, save her in my phone as Mona Lease
Trappin' out the coupe, my chicken blue in the Caprice
Better have some cash, ain't nothin' round here come for free
I'm a young O.G.
Can't nobody fuck with me
Fuck around and see
Hold up, woah
Ain't nobody love a nigga like me
I done grew up hopping over fences (yah)
Bitches used to dub me, now they suck my dick
I'm young and jumping outta Benz's
Think I love her, 'till I come
And come to my senses
Back to the money, the mission
All these niggas always talkin' bout it
But the motherfucka's never live it
Word
Meanwhile got the strap on me
Got the loca mami, got the pack on me
Got too many cars, I could crash homie
Any minute nigga hit the dash on eem
Baby finna roll the gas on it
Then a nigga hate to have to pass on it
But you know I'm finna count the cash on it
Holla at me when you in my class homie
The song "Yeah" by C.V.E. Chillin Villain Empire is a rap song about the artist's lifestyle and perspective on relationships. The overall message of the song revolves around pimping, money, and self-love. C.V.E. talks about not being in love with women but rather just having sexual relationships with them and the idea that life is all about earning money. He mentions that there isn't any point in talking about it if people are not interested in the same lifestyle he is living. He talks about his past struggles when he was living on the westside, but now, he's able to buy expensive stuff he used to dream of. C.V.E. also emphasizes his luxurious lifestyle, which involves using cocaine, driving luxurious cars, and living in high-end apartments.
The lyrics also talk about not trusting anyone to handle their money and even keeping it in socks rather than investing it in any other source. C.V.E. is more focused on spending his wealth and time on buying expensive items such as sneakers and clothes rather than buying real estate or investing in stocks. He mentions that he has been chilling with some ladies from the east, describing one of the girls as a "work of art," and he traps out expensive automobiles with his "chicken blue in the Caprice." He ends the song by stating that he is "All about the money, the mission," and telling people to hit him up when they are in his class.
Line by Line Meaning
I don't love 'em, I just fuck 'em
I am not interested in love, I only have sexual relationships with them
I be pimping, yeah, yeah
I have control over these sexual relationships
If it ain't about the money
If it is not related to financial gain
Why we tripping? yeah, yeah
Why are we getting upset over it?
Why you jealous? Go and sell it
Why are you envious? You should try to emulate me
I'm just living, yeah, yeah
I am just enjoying my life
Ain't no point in talkin' bout it
There's no need to discuss it
You ain't with it, yeah, yeah
You are not part of it
Man I been on this shit since I lived up on the westside
I have been this way since I lived in the western part of town
Juggin' crazy, geekin', fuckin' hoes I'm such a mess, I
I am living wildly and engaging in sexual relationships with multiple women, which I know is not ideal
Just can't help myself, I cop expensive shit from Best Buy
I have an addiction to buying expensive electronics from the electronics store Best Buy
Now I own the cars I used to pray that I could test drive
I now own cars that I used to only dream of test driving
Used to mix the sprite up with the slow
I used to mix the soda Sprite with slow-acting sedatives
Stacking up the money watch it grow
I am accumulating wealth and watching it increase
Flexin' on you switching out the coat
I am showing off my wealth by switching out my clothing
Winner time, you gotta love the snow
I am enjoying my success during the winter season
My nigga said "bust a pack out"
My friend suggested that I cook drugs
Rockin' the coke on a hot plate
I am cooking cocaine on a hot plate
I beat the box like I'm Pacquiao
I am good at sex, like the boxer Manny Pacquiao is good at boxing
But everyone know that I'm Pac-Ye
But everyone knows that I am Kanye West
Baby want place out in Melrose
My girlfriend wants a place to live in the Melrose area
I call that lil' bitch Heather Locklear
I refer to her as the TV actress Heather Locklear as a way of disrespect
Won't give that lil' baby no ice though
I refuse to buy her expensive jewelry because I do not trust her
Cause she just gon' skate like a hockey player
Because she will just leave me and take the jewelry with her, just like a hockey player skating away with the puck
Girl we not cuffing or keeping
Girl, we are not committing to a relationship
Bitch I been stuntin' all season
I have been showing off my wealth and success all season
I just been buying myself time
I have been using my wealth to give myself more time to enjoy life
I should spend money on Yeezy's
I should spend my money on shoes that Kanye West designed
I could put money in real estate
I could invest my money in real estate
I should put money in stocks
I should invest my money in stocks
But I do not trust you to count it bitch
But I don't trust anyone to handle my money except for myself
Just might keep the money in socks (hey)
I might just keep my money in my socks
Man I just been chilling with some bitches from the east
Lately, I have been spending time relaxing with women from the eastern part of town
She a work of art, save her in my phone as Mona Lease
She is beautiful and I have saved her number in my phone as Mona Lisa
Trappin' out the coupe, my chicken blue in the Caprice
Selling drugs out of my car, with my female companion in the passenger seat
Better have some cash, ain't nothin' round here come for free
You need to have money if you want anything around here
I'm a young O.G.
I am a young original gangster
Can't nobody fuck with me
Nobody can mess with me
Fuck around and see
Try it and see what happens
Hold up, woah
Wait a minute
Ain't nobody love a nigga like me
Nobody loves me like I love myself
I done grew up hopping over fences (yah)
I grew up overcoming obstacles
Bitches used to dub me, now they suck my dick
Women used to reject me, now they have sex with me
I'm young and jumping outta Benz's
I am young and getting out of my Benz cars
Think I love her, 'till I come
I think I am in love with a woman, but that changes when we have sex
And come to my senses
And I realize that I am not in love with her
Back to the money, the mission
I focus on my goal of making more money
All these niggas always talkin' bout it
All these men talk about making money, but they never actually do it
But the motherfucka's never live it
But they never actually live the lifestyle
Meanwhile got the strap on me
In the meantime, I have a gun on me
Got the loca mami, got the pack on me
I have a crazy girlfriend and drugs on me
Got too many cars, I could crash homie
I have too many cars, I could get into an accident
Any minute nigga hit the dash on eem
Someone could rob me and quickly escape
Baby finna roll the gas on it
My girl is about to smoke
Then a nigga hate to have to pass on it
Then I hate to have to refuse her
But you know I'm finna count the cash on it
But you know I will count the money I made from selling drugs
Holla at me when you in my class homie
Come talk to me when you achieve my level of wealth and success
Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Christopher Farmer
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