Exploring the fast-paced and lavish lifestyle of fame, "By Chance" by Rae Sremmurd dives into a world filled with luxury, casual encounters, and substance use. The repetitive questions about knowing a "bad bitch" or being connected to the "Xan man" highlight a superficial yet urgent search for pleasure and status symbols. Through catchy beats and flashy lyrics, the song portrays how excess and opulence dominate their current experiences, questioning the randomness of such encounters in their high-flying lives.
By Chance
Lyrics
(Mike Will Made-It)
Bad bitch with a tan
Do you know one by chance?
Hundred bands in the Lamb'
Do you have one by chance?
Need to see the Xan man
Do you know him by chance?
A Ziploc full of kush
Are you plugged in, by chance?
Bad bitch with a suntan
Do you know one by chance?
Hundred bands in the Lamb'
Do you have one by chance?
Need to see the Xan man
Do you know him by chance?
A Ziploc full of kush
Are you plugged in, by chance?
Pick a price for me, please
We can spend whatever
Camera lights bounce off my shiny bezel
Kill the lights, would you? I am on my level
Flexin' like I've been up in the gym forever
All these bitches give me brain, damn they sure is clever
I took a bitch out, let her shop 'til she drop
All these big bags come at once like nonstop
Ridin' droptop so I can't even hotbox
We can spend whatever
Young Swae Lee, damn, check out my bezel
I blow lots of cash 'cause I won't live forever (do it)
Bad bitch with a tan
Do you know one by chance?
Hundred bands in the Lamb'
Do you have one by chance?
Need to see the Xan man
Do you know him by chance?
A Ziploc full of kush
Are you plugged in, by chance?
Bad bitch with a suntan
Do you know one by chance?
Hundred bands in the Lamb'
Do you have one by chance?
Need to see the Xan man
Do you know him by chance?
A Ziploc full of kush
Are you plugged in, by chance?
I'm thumbin' through the cash, damn my pockets got a leech
You tryna roll with me, you gotta be a 10 at least
Mona Lisa with a Visa vibin' to the beat
No she not a keeper, she just my little freak
Hotbox the coupe and we fuckin' in the Jeep
I do what I do, and the bitches dig it
Straight out the blue, I got your attention (she love it, man)
Was it the coupe or the watch glistenin'?
I'm winnin', mane, I'm winnin', chain yellow like the Simpsons
I'm pimpin' like I'm Lennon, got a lot of foreign women
They can't control my spendin', fuck it, I ain't got no limit
Tippin', Slim Jimmy
We can spend whatever
Bad bitch with a tan
Do you know one by chance?
Hundred bands in the Lamb'
Do you have one by chance?
Need to see the Xan man
Do you know him by chance?
A Ziploc full of kush
Are you plugged in, by chance?
Bad bitch with a suntan
Do you know one by chance?
Hundred bands in the Lamb'
Do you have one by chance?
Need to see the Xan man
Do you know him by chance?
A Ziploc full of kush
Are you plugged in, by chance?
Name a price, we can spend whatever
Since I am, let's spend forever
Since I lost, it's been forever
Yeah, we can spend forever (Swae)
Writer(s): Braylin Phillip Bowman, Khalif Brown, Aaquil Brown, Michael Williams
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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