Big Chips

Big chips, we off in Vegas drinkin' and partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin' low
The way the wrist shine it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
With the second comin' of Best Of Both
In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin'

Big chips, big trips to Vegas nigga
Big cribs and the whips is spacious
Any day they could dig your grave
Shit, so Big is my inspiration, dig

No reward that's the risk is taken
In which case you niggaz
Wouldn't wanna switch places
I on the other hand relish the situation
Thank the Lord for the gift, I'm gracious

I went overboard, look at this big bracelet
I overhauled it you wouldn't recognize it
From the time that I bought it I just replaced it

I risk cases for shit like this
Nigga I pray for some shit like this
Word to my Uncle Ray
Who gave us life for some shit like this
Ma you rollin' I'm as real as it gets

Big chips, we off in Vegas drinkin' and partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin low
The way the wrist shine it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga fuck what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
With the second comin' of Best Of Both
In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin'

Big chips, I can't take this
The way you move your ass slow like Matrix
You make me wanna toss chips in Vegas
Before I toss chips first, get naked

I can't fake it, girl you got the club shut down when you freak it
Superstar honey, so mean and vicious
Got a lot and comin', I'm so mean and vicious
Bark, bark farmer, this chicken layin' platinum ex-farmer

So go low mama, give it a go
As I punch 170 on stretch roads, must turn up the radio
Girl you so good I'm swervin' like whoa! whoa
Uh oh, uh uh oh, from the club to the stretch
Out the stretch to the hotel, into the hotel suite

Big chips, we off in Vegas drinkin' and partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin' low
The way the wrist shine it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga fuck what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
With the second comin' of Best Of Both
In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin'

Big chips, I'm a boss I said
Tilt my hat and I cross my legs
Like old ladies at the park, I toss my bread
And the pigeons start flockin', ballin' like Bishop Locklin'

And stick Cochran on any DA, to try to stop him
So any gunplay that is an option
I been doin' this since niggaz was woppin'
Rockin Izods with the matchin' socks, and
Slap boxin' in the back park and when the girls start watchin'
Try to get real, you had to drop 'em

See I ain't never been a fronter
Or fake it till I make it tight nigga ma I don't want ya number
Either you're comin' or I one ya
Either you know what you want ma, I don't even want ya
You play pretty if you wanna

Big chips, we off in Vegas drinkin' and partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin' low
The way the wrist shine it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga fuck what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
With the second comin' of Best Of Both
In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin' big chips

All around the world, stop where the sun sets
Spendin' big chips you wanna go you wanna go
Say we goin' around the world, stop where the sun sets
Spendin' big chips you wanna go, do you wanna go?

Uh, come on, Tone, I see ya
Jigga, Kells, uh, yeah, Track Masters
What's really good, we in the islands chillin'
In the shade and shit you know

Blue waters, yellow sand, uh either I'm high or
I think I just saw a dolphin
What you drinkin' Jay?
Me, myself I'm drinkin' on this lemonade, make me some
I don't know what the shit it is
But you got me real nice right now
Taylor play this track now, good night



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Writer(s): Shawn C. Carter, Jean Claude Olivier, Samuel J. Barnes, Robert S. Kelly, Londell Smith
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