Chips

(Are you listening?)

I'm with the gang with the bruddas (Aye)

(G-GAEL)

I'm with the gang with the bruddas (Aye)

I'm with the gang with the bruddas, all of my my bruddas, we got different mothers

I got a gang like no other, pourin' up drank different color

I'm skrt'n the lane, burn the rubber

I got a bitch I can call anytime of the day, and she eat me like supper

I got a hoe she can't leave me alone, but I get it she know I can't love her

Hop in the whip and I'm pushing that bitch, too gone, better pick up your pace

I'm with gang in this bitch and we making it rain, lighting up gas, Propane

My money too heavy, my pockets hold weight, I speed in the whip, still late

I stay with my clan my gang Wu Tang, if you ain't Go Getta you lame

Fuck with the gang boy I'm uppin' that heater, then I'm takin' off like a cheetah

I was down bad no I didn't have a thing uh, now all of my pockets got greener

I'm in the kitchen I'm whippin' the pot and pan and I'm countin' up Chips, aye

El Jimador in my cup, tequila, pour up another, "I'm lit"

I'm not tryna talk if it's not about money, why they always tryna talk about nothin'?

I can tell the bitch wanna fuck, she talkin' to me about a whole lotta nothin'

It's funny they talkin' that shit but they doin' a whole lot of nothin'

I throw on whatever, I make it look good, and that's why the bitch tryna fuck me

Countin' up blue, Kentucky

Hit from the back, go puppy

Puttin' in work, I ain't lucky

Hop on a beat I kill it like Chucky

I don't got shit else to lose, got shit else to prove

Stay down with my brother my crew, we ain't ever gonna lose

I'm with the gang with the bruddas, all of my my bruddas, we got different mothers

I got a gang like no other, pourin' up drank different color

I'm skrt'n the lane, burn the rubber

I got a bitch I can call anytime of the day, and she eat me like supper

I got a hoe she can't leave me alone, but I get it she know I can't love her

Hop in the whip and I'm pushing that bitch, too gone, better pick up your pace

I'm with gang in this bitch and we making it rain, lighting up gas, Propane

My money too heavy, my pockets hold weight, I speed in the whip, still late

I stay with my clan my gang Wu Tang, if you ain't Go Getta you lame