[Hook: Cam'ron sample]
In Chi I'm mike
Boston I'm Kenny
Miami I'm Timmy, in Phoenix I'm Penny
Where my thugs with the hollow tips
Girls that acknowledge it
Polish it, after that swallow it
[Verse 1: King Chip]
Yeah, whassup b*tch
Let me hear all that tough sh*t
Naw n*gga don't get scared now
I heard n*ggas saying, "f*ck Chip"
Like, "That n*gga must be a lame, yo!"
"Why you ain't got no chain on?"
"Wonder how you got them J's on..."
"Aw damn, I ain't see them rings tho."
n*ggas ain't playin' no games ho
Turn yo soul to an angel
I done had so much to say, Ion mind going to jail yo
Sticking to the script like velcro, got bullets that's bigger than elbow
Naw n*gga I ain't never sell blow, and if I did n*gga what would I tell ya fo'
Cause real n*ggas move in silence, n*ggas only respect violence
You gotta Rollie, but you don't what time it is?
Gimme that n*gga, this my sh*t, yeah how you like me now?
Turtle wax me up, then wipe me down
n*ggas talking 'bout they hungry, wow. No wonder they bite my style
All the hoes love me, if you hatin' on Chip then you hatin' on money
Cartier champagne, I know you ain't never had that honey
Yo broke ass, I hate yo fake eyelashes
You won't be living off my cash, you ain't the only b*tch wit' lots of ass
And a flat stomach, and cold swag, and face like a Goddess
Chip don't f*ck wit' broke hoes, Ion give a f*ck how fine you is
If they say they see me, its cause they don't see me often
Pull up on you while you walking and make you Macaulay Culkin
Naw b*tch I ain't gon' ask you, I know you want me to harass you
Here b*tch take my number, text me a picture of that ass too
Ask around I'm is the man, love weed like hoes love Instagram
Casey and that n*gga Chip, hell yeah n*gga this the Jam
[Verse 2: Casey Veggies]
I'm rollin' five deep. Five tries, fine me
I'mma stuck up guy girl call me "Papi"
In the back of the club, I ain't show no ID
Eighteen, mo' cream than yo f*ckin' daddy
Girl I can be your sponsor, put you on to somthin' proper
This what I call a wave, make that sh*t live doppler
Three racks, bring the squad in
Papa get that sh*t poppin'
Watch us. Look what we rockin'
Met a girl straight from Compton and my homegirl function
Life is like a strip club, I'm just throwin' dollars
If she ever throw it back, I'll pick it up. Pop my collar
I ain't trippin', money high, sittin' low
Takin' her in, give it and go
Never pretend, do it fa'sho
So historical, I'mma young legend
Pray to God I go to heaven, stay grinding like 7-11
That's Kobe Bryant, 24. 42 Mill when I'm twenty-four
Stack it real high, watch her get low
That's real life, this how the sh*t go
That's my dream, killed my scene
These hoes can't see me, they need visine
Swaggin' for the masses, drop it slow like molasses
Young Veggies 'bout that cabbage, if some n*ggas ever asking
Speedin' straight, pedal smashin'
I'm just caught up in the rapture