Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Big Chips , by - Iamsu!. Song from the album Boss up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 01.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Eyes On Me
Song language: English
Big Chips |
| Big chips, big chips, I’mma turn her up a lil bit |
| Hot boy, heat her up a lil bit, whoa |
| Big chips, big chips, you are not real, you exempt |
| I do what I want lil bitch |
| I’m the one they call when the need a stamp |
| I’m the neighborhood mailman |
| I been puttin' work in |
| On my neck a serpent (Gucci belt) |
| I just spent like two bands on some frames (Cartier) |
| You can never put me out the game (I'm on my way) |
| Everywhere I go they know my name |
| Shit was cool until they found out you a lame |
| They want that real shit |
| I’m on my independent hustle, fuck a deal shit |
| I’m not worried 'bout you niggas, not a lil bit |
| I got my weight up now I’m bout to make the game switch |
| Plus I’m riding with my same clique |
| Plot out the entire situation in my brain quick |
| They don’t speak in dollars then I do not know your language |
| I been on some gang shit |
| Every day make a play over grindin' understatement |
| Big chips, big chips, I’mma turn her up a lil bit |
| Hot boy, heat her up a lil bit, whoa |
| Big chips, big chips, you are not real, you exempt |
| I do what I want lil bitch |
| Get rich |
| You don’t need a shovel dig this |
| Shake a bitch like a hit stick |
| You don’t go no cash, dismissed |
| I could be broke on my own time |
| Plotting million dollar moves in my alone time |
| Got a roster full of poppin' girls, it’s all fine |
| Crib full of flat screens like it’s Best Buy |
| I like G-Star, and Stone Island |
| Rappers sayin' shit, just to rhyme it |
| I’m in the Uber gettin' top like Ramen |
| All the ones who turned against and surprise me, it’s good |
| «Let em hang bro» |
| My cousin Freak told me that not too long ago |
| You remember when they used to underestimate |
| Every beat I levitate, another check, another day |
| Let’s get it! |
| Big chips, big chips, I’mma turn her up a lil bit |
| Hot boy, heat her up a lil bit, whoa |
| Big chips, big chips, you are not real, you exempt |
| I do what I want lil bitch |
| Young nigga, millionaire state of mind though |
| Got it out the M-U-D, I had to grind yo |
| I can see the big chips with a blindfold |
| You ain’t a pimp, you’s a simp, what you cryin' fo? |
| Never ever trust a bitch that’s a big no |
| Remy Martin, takin shots of the XO |
| Hit your girl on the weekend, like XO |
| Pockets blue, pockets green like a gecko |
| Too good in the hood like I’m Metro |
| Yo girl drop a nigga chips, no Connect 4 |
| I told Suzy that bitch really tryna take off |
| I’m finna kill these rapper niggas like I’m Adolf |
| They weight soft, full grizzy fuck a day off |
| You ain’t never ever working, you get laid off |
| I’m really Manti like Te’o |
| Gang tighter than a swimmer with a Speedo |
| Big chips, big chips, I’mma turn her up a lil bit |
| Hot boy, heat her up a lil bit, whoa |
| Big chips, big chips, you are not real, you exempt |
| I do what I want lil bitch |