Chit Chat
(专辑: Coke Boys 6: Money Heist Edition - 2023)
Let's have a
chit chat (Let's have a
chit chat) Dramatic, nigga (D-D-Dramatic) Life ain't regular, the
new 20-20 Hugh Hefner In the
future like a
Jetson, hover scooters like a
Vespa Gotta guess, please attest, ask no questions I'ma hit it, I'ma kill it, R.I.P., laid out on stretcher Eat the
vegetable, eco-friendly, might invest into a
Tesla Let it register, shit get spooky, word to Smooky MarGielaa MarGielaa man, I
ain't with that chit chat Forty chains on my neck, milli' where my wrist at Couple goons with the
tool, when we pull up, get back Got a
lame nigga calling, 'cause he want his bitch back Damn Run up on, I'ma give it right back Three foreigns parked up, boy, you can't afford that Got some booming, in Margiela's, five racks plus tax Fake niggas always looking, why they get they moving like that? Ayy, skrrt off with your shorty in a
beamer Say you looking for her, I
ain't never seen her Came from ducking felonies and misdemeanors Ain't wanna see us capping, down in big arenas I'm big great, but I
got an old demeanor They wrong though, 'cause you know I
keep my nina Haters always hating, get no money, they can't keep up Stay up out my business, you should go and get your green up MarGielaa man, I
ain't with that chit chat Forty chains on my neck, milli' where my wrist at Couple goons with the
tool, when we pull up, get back (Montana) Got a
lame nigga calling, 'cause he want his bitch back Damn (Haan) Eight row road chain, on body beamers South Bronx, Mona Lisa, anybody seen her Montana, man, whip it up before I
get back Got a
thing with me, wanna fuck? No chit chat (Haan) Two-hundred bands, AP, baguette, wrist wrap Yeah, taliban, rack top, niggas big cap Yeah, marching band, hundred rounds hanging off the
chopper 2020 done, yeah, I
finna light an opp up (Haan) Word to them crabs on the
island eating lobster (Woo) Straight to the
back, she hold my dick like an Oscar (Ah) Wait 'til you see it from the
photo (Photo) Shooter with me riding with a
sawed off (Sawed off) I'll never do my dawg like Manolo Paparazzi pay a
hunnid bands for the
photo I
was spinning block, blow the
top off your coupe Might take a
man, MarGielaa man what it do? MarGielaa man, I
ain't with that chit chat Forty chains on my neck, milli' where my wrist at Couple goons with the
tool, when we pull up, get back Got a
lame nigga calling, 'cause he want his bitch back Damn Gangsta Grillz Too late (Too late) Took your bitch to Paris like Mason Martin T-ha-ha (Woo, woo, woo, set)