Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chip
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jahmaal Noel Fyffe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dready
Producer
Sam JC Khadra
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Yeah, alright, turn on the mic a little bit)
(Make food a power)
(Yeah yeah)
(Ahh)
[Verse 2]
Push up the mic, pull out my life
It tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
Man ain't on hype, we came polite
Man ain't them cats that's chasing mice Might grab some vegs steak and rice
Drive-in, my car, investing, wasted lives
Time in my car, get back the wasted time
Chip monkey, Giggs, amazing minds
Ruled up, ****, can't fuck with the midfielder
Chill nah **** can't fuck with the big builder
Might got the pussy, I just killed her
Might got my Nikki, I Meek Mill'der
And I got money, but cheap thrilled her
Won every penny, I keep silver
Ain't got no money for this mill call
Gave all my money to this realtor
Chipmunk and Giggs straight back to back
Light that build down the place
Must drop the match
Right back heat up the place just brush the Mac
Do do do do, might just attack
Man hit the ground, man just collapsed
WhatsApp my man done discuss the act
Man, just drop the albz
It's up for rap
[Verse 3]
Let me get em from here Giggs
Came in, look amazing, smell the fragrance
Brown eyes, but they look red
I been blazin'
Your eyes, they look red, you been hittin'
No time for your fuck boys
Was the papers
M's around the corner
I can smell them
Cut you off, yeah, I sever ties
Fuck it, dwell them
Uptime on the late night
Hit your girlfriend
She said I got big head
Make it swell then
Polite but raged
Trying to balance my ways
You tacklin' what
I got balance for days
You calling the darks
I attack on my jays
Atlanta with Giggs
From 2008
Decade in the game
How am I still under 30
You know I never quit
So don't you ever try murk me
Living in my bubble
Why have **** tryin' to embarrass me?
Allow it, man, you sucking off my energy
I sense I got the remedy
On the bus with the fuckers
You **** tellin' me
Seattle gold neck dripping in Rolls
What to spend
Before diamonds I had gems
Independent or rack it
Yeah, I love tennis
I'm a landlord, I could have tenants
See the record, man
Them above them, mna
This the sounds of Chip and holla, man
Written by: Jahmaal Noel Fyffe, Karl Daniel, Nathaniel Thompson
