Tune Baby - THE ROYAL FLUSH

Chip$

Show me the way to the money
Show me the way to the cash
Show me the way to the money

Fritos, Doritos, Cheetos, I need those
I need those, I need those, I need those
Fritos, Doritos, Cheetos, I need those
Gimme my chips, gimme chips, gimme my chips
Fritos, Doritos, Cheetos, I need those
I need those, I need those, I need those
Fritos, Doritos, Cheetos, I need those
Gimme my chips, gimme my chips, gimme my chips

I'm needing every cent
To come in the heaviest shipment
Just me and the fam, we going ham
Plus I got the bread and my britches
I got that heavily scent and
This where that medicine sent me
Let it breathe (let it breathe)

I got the sauce and the recipe
It's the main reason why I keep eating
Cause I keep going and you ain't see me
Cause you can't see me, you should stop crying

You should start grinding, you cannot be me
Maybe you can try it, I've been on a mission
You been on a diet, really not really
Nigga, okay, guess that's a topic for another day

Guap, the only thing I wanna say
Back up nigga you ain't got a mask
My bitch is cooking at the dope house
We really trying to get that work out

Put the Xannies and the percs down
Then I went and got my bucks up
Put the snacks in the backpack
Niggas knowin' with the fucks up
Mane

Fritos, Doritos, Cheetos, I need those
I need those, I need those, I need those
Fritos, Doritos, Cheetos, I need those
Gimme my chips, gimme chips, gimme my chips
Fritos, Doritos, Cheetos, I need those
I need those, I need those, I need those
Fritos, Doritos, Cheetos, I need those
Gimme my chips, gimme my chips, gimme my chips

I like the one with the queso
I wash them down with the drank, ho
But I never stop, look at my watch
Time to go get me a bankroll
Time to go get me a cheese wheel
Blocked her and told the lil freak chill
I'm on the move like an elevator
Going up on you niggas and ducking haters
Getting fucking paper
From the month of April to the month of April
Past the month of April
If you fucking play me, I ain't fucking angry
Don't be looking crazy when I do the same thing

I ain't even tripping, I can't get offended
If I'm getting something, I'ma get a Benji
Then I'll get another and I'll get another
You ain't getting nothing boy I'm getting stingy
Huh, yeah
Ate a eighth of mushrooms, now I'm getting litty
Gotta get my hair done, now I'm getting pretty
Get inside my new whip now I'll hit the city
Mane
Don't be holding my line up
I might miss a play
Just bust down a bag with a bag on the way
I need me them Lays and I mean andele'
Mane

Fritos, Doritos, Cheetos, I need those
I need those, I need those, I need those
Fritos, Doritos, Cheetos, I need those
Gimme my chips, gimme chips, gimme my chips
Fritos, Doritos, Cheetos, I need those
I need those, I need those, I need those
Fritos, Doritos, Cheetos, I need those
Gimme my chips, gimme my chips, gimme my chips

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Writer(s): Jamarious Johnson
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