Chalk

(I really like to use cash) On the road to the money, I just fucked up Saks Fifth On the way to your bitch house, finna whip dick out Talk about guns cuz' you know that I'm tipped out You wanna be a stand up guy, man sit down This a mini Draco but this bitch got big rounds He don't wanna dance but that Uzi make him Chris Brown Do him like disco, hands up, get down I don't got the goop but the V's on rock These hunnids blue cheese, these twentys on guap She love hip-hop, said please don't pop This case through the block, I don't need no mop Just know I came from the bottom so I need her top My hands on money, my feet on that block Bust down jake this not a G-Shock Just cut the stove on, hood know that we hot She know I make movies but I don't play with props Told em everything custom, no we don't do the stock Put your partner on a piece of paper, it's up, then we draw Nigga play with mine, he gon end up lying on the chalk I can't play with dimes, I'm too busy riding with a bowl He want all the smoke till he fuck around and he choke This shit off the boat, she grab her a towel and she float Dead in the road, I laugh to the bank, they always joke Be quiet while I'm smoking on this loud, I'm tryna focus These hunnids on me right now prolly cuz I'm chosen I got yo bitch laid up, she told me that she open I think all these rappers doing laundry cuz they just love folding If he do not like to get money then that boy not Tony If that nigga known to call shots then he prolly know me I got that snake, pouring eights, damn, rest in peace to Kobe Blue hunnids on me, rest in peace to Nipsey Why the fuck niggas always acting iffy? I guess all this water on me got em acting fishy If you tryna get you some money you should prolly listen I been getting paid, you want to just pay attention On the road to the money, I just fucked up Saks Fifth On the way to your bitch house, finna whip dick out Talk about guns cuz' you know that I'm tipped out You wanna be a stand up guy, man sit down This a mini Draco but this bitch got big rounds He don't wanna dance but that Uzi make him Chris Brown Do him like disco, hands up, get down I don't got the goop but the V's on rock These hunnids blue cheese, these twentys on guap She love hip-hop, said please don't pop This case through the block, I don't need no mop Just know I came from the bottom so I need her top My hands on money, my feet on that block (I really like to use cash) Bust down jake this not a G-Shock Just cut the stove on, hood know that we hot She know I make movies but I don't play with props Told em everything custom, no we don't do the stock Put your partner on a piece of paper, it's up, then we draw Nigga play with mine, he gon end up lying on the chalk