CHACHA! Lyrics

Ayyee, yea

Chacha!

Aye

Yves Saint Laurent when I pop out

It's flash and a flick when I hop out

Hop in the whip, if it's hot get the drop top

I get to the money like chop chop

Yea these bitties be calling me dada

Bands'll make her do chacha

You do what you can, I do what I wanna

I talk to the money like "blah blah"

Yves Saint Laurent when I pop out

It's flash and a flick when I hop out

Hop in the whip, if it's hot get the drop top

I get to the money like chop chop

Yea these bitties be calling me dada

Bands'll make her do chacha

You do what you can, I do what I wanna

I talk to the money like "blah blah"

I talk to the money and it talk back

Bling bling, hit my phone and I call back

Got me a bitch in the passenger, know she gon' ride for me

Hitting these licks up in all black

I know my ex mad when she saw that

I've been up doing my thing with a bitch and she badder

They calling me sharp 'cause I'm stacking this cheddar

Get nudes in the DMs but I never met her

Ain't tucking these chains, lil' bitch I been solid

Coming for mines, hollows hitting your noggin

Ain't shopping thru windows, I want it, I cop it

Hop on the PJ, ain't do economics

I'm dripping my bitch up in Louis and Prada

She calling me daddy but that ain't my daughter

Get used to the name like I'm somebody father

But she just be topping me up when I got her

Yves Saint Laurent when I pop out

It's flash and a flick when I hop out

Hop in the whip, if it's hot get the drop top

I get to the money like chop chop

Yea these bitties be calling me dada

Bands'll make her do chacha

You do what you can, I do what I wanna

I talk to the money like "blah blah"

Yves Saint Laurent when I pop out

It's flash and a flick when I hop out

Hop in the whip, if it's hot get the drop top

I get to the money like chop chop

Yea these bitties be calling me dada

Bands'll make her do chacha

You do what you can, I do what I wanna

I talk to the money like "blah blah"

Blah blah blah, ring ring ring

Lil' bitch in my ear but I don't hear a thing

'Less she giving me becky, the Rollie is prezzy

These VVs is heavy, I'm wearing a sink

Feel like I'm Jordan, should get me a ring

I'm shooting my shot, got a glock with a beam

If a opp wanna press then it's lead in his dreams

Got like 30 to spend and I'd do it for free

You know I been scheming

Fuck how you feeling

Copping Dior, you still shopping at Neiman's

These diamonds is shining, you wearing them sequins

Can't sneak in a link 'cause she leaking the secrets

I'm beating her walls like I'm trying to breed her

She think she the one but I ain't finna keep her

This V10 roaring when I'm in it speeding

She think that I love her, I just wanna beat it

Yves Saint Laurent when I pop out

It's flash and a flick when I hop out

Hop in the whip, if it's hot get the drop top

I get to the money like chop chop

Yea these bitties be calling me dada

Bands'll make her do chacha

You do what you can, I do what I wanna

I talk to the money like "blah blah"

Yves Saint Laurent when I pop out

It's flash and a flick when I hop out

Hop in the whip, if it's hot get the drop top

I get to the money like chop chop

Yea these bitties be calling me dada

Bands'll make her do chacha

You do what you can, I do what I wanna

I talk to the money like "blah blah"