Chips

Champ in the buil', and what the deal?

This about to be another jam on the reals

You could dance if you with it with ya gams on stilts

But ya can't-can't slip up on her dance floor

She'll steal your man if she meet him, and ya man toss chips

Went to France and Ibiza, hundred grand for the trip

When I land, I get greeted with the Lamb on the strip

Little Bam swiped her Visa for the glam and the fit

Damn lil' diva you the champ, you the shit

You the glamour, the glitz

You a vamp, you a witch

Listen up my nigga you a fan, you a trick

You be amped to the spits, with ya mans in the whip

And heard ya rich, heard ya rich nigga rich

Heard ya clique hit a lick and ya stick to the bricks

And if it splits, get ya cran and ya tips

Put ya hand on ya dick, take a gander at this

Hi, ribbon up my mind, open up my eyes

Realise this, and show me, show-show me, one time (ay ay)

Ride, a lift in your ride

The look in your eyes

I like it so won't ya show-show me, one time? (ay ay)

Uh, uh, uh

I'm everywhere you can't go

I'm everywhere you wish you could

I'm stitched-ed up in that Van Vogue

My weave long and my pussy good

I lift it up and I tip it slow

That chocolate body, that tootsie roll

That flirty Hershey, lawd' a mercy

Do it to me, don't hurt me-hurt me

Roly poly, float ya boatie

Dick get up - it's so swolly-swolly

Swollen-swollen, he holding-holding

He packing pack and I'm throwing back

And I'm counting racks while he lick the crack

If he acting up then he getting slapped

If I pop the truck then he getting clapped

I'll pop ya rump, and I'll split ya back, uh

Hi, ribbon up my mind, open up my eyes

Realise this, and show me, show-show me, one time (ay ay)

Ride, a lift in your ride

The look in your eyes

I like it so won't ya show-show me, one time? (ay ay)

Can I get that?

Can I get that whip?

Can I take that trip?

Can I get that grip?

Can I split that chip with my bitch pack?

Where my rich cats?

Where ya keep that ship, when ya hit that strip?

And ya hit that sand, in the sand, get a tan on ya six pack

Where my bitch pack?

Where ya get them clothes?

How you make that roll?

How you make that dough?

Sip it slow, sip it slow, sip it, sit back

Quit the chit chat, 'fore I grip that 4, and I lift your soul

When I lick that, go nigga, go nigga...

Hi, ribbon up my mind, open up my eyes

Realise this, and show me, show-show me, one time (ay ay)

Ride, a lift in your ride

The look in your eyes

I like it so won't ya show-show me, one time? (ay ay)

Uh, uh, uh