[Hook x2]
You say you got the dough where the chips at?
You say you got the poles where the sticks at?
Swear these n***as not with that
All these n***as do is chitchat

[Verse 1]
Strictly gang no new names
Big chop, got kick like shoe game, Shmack Talk
Lil bitch get passed off, n***as only bust when these n***as finna jack off
(Aye) And I swear these n***as fags
Working with the feds, they got a wire and a badge
I ain’t chasin on a bitch, I be chasin on a bag
And you know I do the dash when the bappies on my ass
(Aye) I be stuffing woods til they obese
N***a you be rollin skimps, you have no heam
Green light, lil bitch we the gold team
Keyshia Cole with the wop make this hoe sing
(Aye) All you do is tell stories
I be outside, you in the house like Cory
(Bitch) Wet a n***a up like a cannonball
Ran off on the plug, shut him down like the power’s off
Big bands, like a n***a won the Powerball
Walk up in the party and I bet they playing all our songs
(Aye) Young n***as bitch we tapped in
Groupie hoes, all up on my dick, I blow her back in
Got these fuck n***as panicking
Press lines
Got these n***as froze like a mannequin
Off the dope, sky walking like i’m Anakin
Rich taker, playin with my life like I’m gambling
(Aye) All these n***as do is chit chat
Big ass blower, watch out it got a kickback
And these n***as always fibbing they ain’t with that
Bitch ass
I be with the shits, you gon sit back
[Hook x2]
You say you got the dough where the chips at?
You say you got the poles where the sticks at?
Swear these n***as not with that
All these n***as do is chitchat