Chips Lyrics

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 fuck I gotta go

I just fuck I gotta go

Woah shit

Yeah yeah

Woah shit

Yeah yeah