Chimp

Booted like a rasta
Know you can't stop us
One phone call in a ditch it ain't cost us
Looking for the money, cuz the money yeah it wants us
Want to hold a band you a ho I do not trust
Only time they pop us
When we in the club taking pictures getting shots up
You ain't got some motion then I swear you are not up
All up in her guts imma bust, got her tossed up
Yeah I got her tossed up yeah yeah

Say you got a bag alright you ain't show us
You ain't that bad, babygirl you don't know us
Its Dior in the crib
Got that loud pack imma put it in the spliff
Bitch I am the first, not the second, or the fifth
I got too faded went and spent a rack at fifths
How you go and do that shit
Wake up in the morning
Smoking then I throw I fit yuh

In the Stu with it
I ain't new to it
She got many problems
She at School wit it
I get major pain
But I'm cool with it
Girl got hella problems
Imma screw with her

Too much time getting faded had to wake up
Got some money trees so you know I had to shake em
Word 'round town, you been looking for the pesos
You don't pay me, then you looking for a halo
I swipe cards I been chilling Master Kado
I been in the lab I ain't into watching cable
You be on yo ass all I see is couch potatoes
I can make a move all I have to do is say so
I just say the word and we gon' get it done when we
Bout' to do some shit we smoke blunt before (it's the)
Bad vibes, want to get a hunnid' k's with me
Mob ties, Yeah this money yeah its made for me

Way I'm making songs I feel like NBA
I been stepping like a puma I been on my Bathing Ape yuh
Talk too much, get a palm to your face bruh
In the light, bitch the shine what I'm made for
Cross the line, get a fade like a taper
Smoked too many Backwoods need some paper
See you later, yeah I cannot chase her
I don't want to wait yeah, gotta get my cake now



Credits
Writer(s): Jakob Davison
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