Chillin

Lyrics

[Intro] Woah, Okay Ay Stacy Money In dis bitch hoe [Hook] Too much racks like what I'm doing with em (Doing with em) Niggas broke so I ain't chillin with em (Chillin with em) They like Stacy boy you so persistant (So persistant) I just wanna fuck on all the bitches (All the bitches) [Verse 1] Run that check up like a race, but ain't no competition (Naw) All these bands in my pocket, I just be walkin with em (Fuck it) Blue strips on my hundreds, I don't like no little money (No) Niggas actin like my friends, then start moving funny (Why) Yeah she bad but I need something different (Something different) If it ain't racks then why you talking with me (What the fuck) Look at my dough before the show, I ain't showin em (Showin em) In the backseat with the hoes, got them rollin up (Gas) Shootin shit, I be on my countin bill shit (Bill shit) Free bnb got the bitches poppin pills in em (Free) I might fuck her off the perky, need us 30 minutes (30 minutes) People knocking on the door, holdup, I still ain't finish (Hollup, Woah) [Hook] Too much racks like what I'm doing with em (Doing with em) Niggas broke so I ain't chillin with em (Chillin with em) They like Stacy boy you so persistant (So persistant) I just wanna fuck on all the bitches (All the bitches)