3 Chains

[Playboi Carti:]
I got 3 chains on, 3 chains on
I got 3 chains on, 3 chains on
I got 3 chains on, 3 chains on

Uh
It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off
I spend a lotta guap when I'm pissed off
I got ice all on my shit might cut my wrist off
Then I pour it in her water to end it all
Drip drop, pussy pop, Yeah she on top
I love the top, I love that your hoe gimme top
And my big homie abroad yeah he serving rock
Early in the morning hoes on the clock
I'm on the block it's two, ya
Still with the hot chef fool, ya
Then I'm hiding in her courtyard
Your bitch tryna call me boo, ya
Might just stop at Keisha spot
Might just stop at Brittany spot
They in love with my diamonds
I'm like hoe wait, stop
Might just stop at Keisha spot
Might just stop at Brittany spot
They in love with my diamonds
They gon' fuck me for my rocks
Yeah, yeah fuck me for my rocks, I got rocks
In the trap with rocks we sell rocks, yeah
Fuck me for my rocks, for my rocks, yeah
For my rocks, for my rocks

I got 3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (ye-yeah!)

3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (ye-yeah!)

3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
I got 3 chains on (ye-yeah!)

3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
I got 3 chains on (ye-yeah!)

(Ooh, ooh)

Uh, uh
She gon' fuck me for my rocks
She gon' fuck me for my rocks
She gon fuck my for my yacht
Tell these fucking bitches stop
She gon fuck my for my diamond's
Tell these bitches fucking stop (yeah)
Tryna fuck my for my diamonds hoe stop (yeah)
Tryna fuck me for my rocks hoe stop (yeah)
Tryna fuck me for my rocks hoe stop
Tryna fuck my for my diamonds hoe stop (ye-yeah)

[Rich The Kid:]
3 chains on (ice!), I'm flexing (flex!)
Shawty wanna fuck me cause my necklace (fuck me)
She sucking on me we don't do no texting (no texting)
I walk in with the salad but no dressing (cash)
Thugging bitch I came up from finessing (finesse)
Look at the water it's real deal (real deal)
Pour a 4, pop a seal (seal)
Diamonds cold catch a chill (chill)
50 thousand for a grill (Fifty!)
I got 3 chains, 3 chains
I got a Bugatti no Mustang (Skrrrt!)
Fucking that bitch and she never complained
I love her, bought her a range (Woop!)
I can't keep it take it back (take it back)
Fuck love chase the sack (fuck it!)
Got a uzi in the Mac (Blrrrrt!)
3 chains hunnid racks

[Playboi Carti:]
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (ye-yeah!)

3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (ye-yeah!)

3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
I got 3 chains on (ye-yeah!)

3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
I got 3 chains on (ye-yeah!)

(Ooh, ooh)

Uh, uh
She gon' fuck me for my rocks
She gon' fuck me for my rocks
She gon fuck my for my yacht
Tell these fucking bitches stop
She gon fuck my for my diamond's
Tell these bitches fucking stop (yeah)
Tryna fuck my for my diamonds hoe stop (yeah)
Tryna fuck me for my rocks hoe stop (yeah)
Tryna fuck me for my rocks hoe stop
Tryna fuck my for my diamonds hoe stop (ye-yeah)