Stackin’ Chips

Lyrics

[INTRO] Fersher They can't do like we do Uh uh [HOOK] Night time, in the whip Champagne, when I sip Big money, stackin chips Really lit, I'm really lit [VERSE] Triple up the bread, I like my presidents dead, yea I was down bad when I had fucked up my leg, yea Confident in me, could give a fuck what they said, yea I feel like that nigga when I get up out the bed, yea Small money go inside the shoe box Nipple rings popping out of her tube top Smokin big gas on the rooftop Everybody waiting on the new drop Niggas count me out and they don't know how to count I been running up the bag and they been running they mouth Do it for the clout, I could do it from my house I could do it from the couch, yea, without a doubt [HOOK] Night time, in the whip Champagne, when I sip Big money, stackin chips Really lit, I'm really lit [VERSE] I don't need cologne for me to pull a bitch Tropical Cuisine, get the king fish Born in the city of the deep dish But raised in the city of the Freaknik I'm throwing ones on my birthday She cause an earthquake I'm that nigga on my worst day I come in first place Bend don't break, see it in my face So much on my plate, got the kale with the steak Profits from the products, then you reinvest Don't get greedy, try and take it you'll be seeing less Rolling up whenever I see the stress I'ma catch the dome when she PMS, oowee