Chit Chat

Lyrics

[Intro: Pi'erre Bourne] Pi'erre Balmain (Balmain) All this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh Yeah Say it with your chest nigga [Chorus: Pi'erre Bourne & Wiz Khalifa] All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay) All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay) All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay) All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay) All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay) All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay) All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay) All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Okay) (Ay) [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] I might fuck once, I don't wanna call the bitch back This ain't regular all this KK in a big bag See my dawgs and all you see is fools with big racks He at home, he tryna find out where his bitch at All these niggas, you ain't practice you ain't ballin' with us Put my all in, you be conscious with it Make em' sick, I got em' nauseous Cullinan wonder what it-what it cost I ain't just come up, I been putting work in, lil' nigga Grindin' for mine that's for certain Now I get a hundred for verses, and fuck it, my record is perfect Don't listen to— [Chorus: Pi'erre Bourne & Wiz Khalifa] All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Hahaha) (Ay) All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Uh) (Ay) All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (It's gang-gang over everything, so) (Ay) All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, bitch?) (Ay) All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay) All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay) All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay) All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay) [Verse 2: Pi'erre Bourne] Whole clique fresh, look like Easter I get cheese like its pizza I'm getting bread look like pita I'm with Yeezy, no Adidas You rock Yeezy, I just seen him I get richer with my Visa Murakami stack three meters, niggas bitches, niggas divas Beat the pussy up like Tina I'll be Martin, you'll be Gina We gon' kick it like it's FIFA I like liquor, I like reefer Let's get baked, like Anita Smokin' paper, Wiz Khalifa Stackin' paper, I'm a reader Sick of these niggas, I got a fever [Chorus: Pi'erre Bourne] All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay) All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay) All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay) All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay) All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay) All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay) All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay) All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)