Acrimoney

A bitch is a bitch
If I'm poor or rich
I'm talkin' the exact same pitch
Now the title, "Bitch" don't apply to all women
But all women have a little bitch in 'em
Bitch, bitch, bitch (Swendal)

Since a kid, wanted to be rich
Hoe, I'm on my grind, I don't want for shit
I go so hard, I'm on my tip
Competition sending letters like, won't you quit?
Nah!

Young and I'm armed
With a gun and a brain like Escobar
They let ya play the game
You only get so far
Can't keep hold, homie, if ya grip ain't hard

Can't keep up with this car
Got the chop shop flow, tear yours apart
Got no heart for slick remarks
Swendal 'bout money
Feel it in my tummy
Always been fly even if I was bummy
I'm probably coming out that spot
With the pockets full of that gwap
Chalupa astronauts
I put that on a bitch and a thirsty thot

I'm out for the chips
Bitch, make me rich
Just go hard and stick to the script
I'm on my tip, real high nigga
Chalupa mind on figures
Get it, multiply digits
Blue faces stack them digits
Stay heated 'cause haters gon' envy
Get ya bands up, ya smell me?
I'm out for the chips

I hit the road and I do the most
I sent the hoe just to get the dough
I'm on the block, what we hittin' for?
I get the work like a physical
The bitches you niggas cuff with be pitiful
The burners on me are identical
I'm such a nifty individual
But far from a criminal
Keep ya bullshit to a minimal
It ain't directly or subliminal

I'm all about a grip, if you didn't know
Hold up, wait a minute
You can't be having one foot out and you still in it
That's like tryna claim you bang, but you ain't with it
You say you really 'bout that lif,e but you ain't hit shit, man (bitch)
If you getting chips, don't step to this
If you wanna get rich, step with us
'Cause we be on some other shit
On some other, other, other, other, other shit
Knocking out your whole click

I'm out for the chips
Bitch, make me rich
Just go hard and stick to the script
I'm on my tip, real high nigga
Chalupa mind on figures
Get it, multiply digits
Blue faces stack them digits
Stay heated 'cause haters gon' envy
Get ya bands up, ya smell me?
I'm out for the chips

All the chips
The chips, the chips, the chips (all my chips, baby)
The chips, the chips, the chips (you know I gotta get all my chips)
The chips, the chips, the chips
The chips, the chips, the chips (all my chips)
The chips, the chips, the chips (I'm out for the chips)

Oh, baby, oh, oh
Gotta get all
Gotta get all my chips
Gotta get all my chips
Gotta get all my chips
No
Gotta get all my chips