You say you got the dough where the chips at?

You say you got the poles where the sticks at?

Swear these **** not with that

All these **** do is chitchat

Strictly gang no new names

Big chop, got kick like shoe game, Shmack Talk

Lil bitch get passed off, **** only bust when these **** finna jack off

(Aye) And I swear these **** fags

Working with the feds, they got a wire and a badge

I ain’t chasin on a bitch, I be chasin on a bag

And you know I do the dash when the bappies on my ass

(Aye) I be stuffing woods til they obese

**** you be rollin skimps, you have no heam

Green light, lil bitch we the gold team

Keyshia Cole with the wop make this hoe sing

(Aye) All you do is tell stories

I be outside, you in the house like Cory

(Bitch) Wet a **** up like a cannonball

Ran off on the plug, shut him down like the power’s off

Big bands, like a **** won the Powerball

Walk up in the party and I bet they playing all our songs

(Aye) Young **** bitch we tapped in

Groupie hoes, all up on my dick, I blow her back in

Got these fuck **** panicking

Press lines

Got these **** froze like a mannequin

Off the dope, sky walking like i’m Anakin

Rich taker, playin with my life like I’m gambling

(Aye) All these **** do is chit chat

Big ass blower, watch out it got a kickback

And these **** always fibbing they ain’t with that

Bitch ass

I be with the shits, you gon sit back

You say you got the dough where the chips at?

You say you got the poles where the sticks at?

Swear these **** not with that

All these **** do is chitchat