Fam-Lay
Chain Swang
[Intro: BIA]
Uh...ya know...usually
Normally I wouldn't be this arrogant or c*cky but you know I'm feeling like new money lately cause this is a lot of new things goin' on, takin a new turn in my life

[Verse 1: BIA]
Uh, yo
New money, callin' me new money
On my way, BoA, I'm laughing like who funny
Pre-Madonna, this beauty a form of honor
I could keep it wet for you baby I'm like a sauna
Oh, you nasty? Oochie wally wally
Oh, she trashy? Oh, she prolly prolly
I do this effortless, knocking goals off the check-it list
Movin' on up in this b*t*h I feel like The Jeffersons, huh
Let's get deeper, don't let the devil defeat ya
Lost my laptop last month whoever found it can keep it
That just motivated me to sit and write a little deeper
Come and penetrate ya speakers and I never used a p*n*s
I be hearin' other rappers like "I never wanna be this
" Lawd this sh*t too hard" (Oh yeah)
This that type of sh*t that had Augustus fighting Caesar
In a more simplistic meaning
I would lyrically defeat ya

[Chorus: BIA]
I got my money up baby I chain swang [x3]
I chain swang, ch-ch-chang swang
I got my money up baby I chain swang [x3]
I chain swang, ch-ch-chang swang

[Verse 2: Pharrell Williams]
Ay cuz I hang out with guns
Sometimes I wear Uggs, Kanye shrugs
I wear jackets the same color as bugs (Woo!)
My n***as puff buds, a hundreds dollars a puff (Woo!)
Sometimes I fly the same planes as Puff
Sometimes them planes ain't enough
I rock Céline like I'm a queen
But I'm not a drag, Hermès rag, Hermès rag
I had the biggest f**kin' size that...uh Hermès had
They be like
Is he that or is he this
Is he really riding in Rolls Royce like Richie Rich, click it b*t*h
It's on the internet
I got a 'Rari souped and that b*t*h fresh to death
I would keep talkin' about it except
I only drove it once that's the last time I left

[Chorus: BIA]
I got my money up baby I chain swang [x3]
I chain swang, ch-ch-chang swang
I got my money up baby I chain swang [x3]
I chain swang, ch-ch-chang swang
[Verse 3: Fam-Lay]
Look, there's a lot of motherf**kers I don't speak to
Cause there's a lot of motherf**kers gettin' seen through
Actin' different when they get 'round certain people
So I act like I don't see 'em when I breeze through
Look, look, look
Fam-Lay was never 'bout that phony sh*t
Speak one week, next you don't know me sh*t
Don't get me wrong don't erry n***a owe me sh*t
If it's a problem I'd respect it if you'd told me sh*t
Man, these bustas tryna find nice things to say over your body
I'm in the back seat sippin' Bacardi
Demon spits sparks from the shotty
I guarantee if you wake up it won't be a Bugatti
Vroom, [?]
You say my name, lights flick, I'm in the mirror
Pair of angel wings, dressed in all white
I hang ya angel wings for this long flight

[Chorus: BIA]
I got my money up baby I chain swang [x3]
I chain swang, ch-ch-chang swang
I got my money up baby I chain swang [x3]
I chain swang, ch-ch-chang swang

[Outro: Pharrell Williams]
Pack up, n***a
That's right
And I ain't takin' none of my ad-libs out, neither!