Chips

Dirty money dirty habits had to clean it up Keep it hidden in my garments like it's from the shop Only ever trust my brothers see they in the cut I don't even need no stylist keep the fit on lock Local in a whip foreign Fill it to the tip; pour it Sticking to the script; rolling Off a bag of chips Off a bag of chips Whoa shit Yeah yeah yeah huh Look at these games you play; don't push my buttons; I ain't no game boy Stay on my shit; I stay in my lane; I stay in place you can't go Marcy me; this ain't the projects but I'm moving shit like hov We ain't playing bout the product; nigga gotta pay in full Psssh nigga She a demon when she swallow now she tryna take my soul How you pulling out that card; you just a joker you a troll Just a joker you a hoe Yeah yeah whoa shit Yeah yea whoa shit Never took a dick pic And I brought your bitch with Heard you call her princess I just call her when it's lit We ain't even doing that chatting shit And you know we bout the shits And you know she bout that shit And you know she got that super soaker uh uh She be choking uh uh Every time I go up in it In a ocean Woah shit Yeah yeah Woah shit Yeah yeah She my favourite singer Might just get up in her Eat it up for dinner I'm the family pillar; I'm the cash cow whoa All these bitches coming for the racks now whoa Every time I get it I just f*ck I gotta go I just f*ck I gotta go Woah shit Yeah yeah Woah shit Yeah yeah