Iamsu! - Big Chips lyrics

b**h [Chorus] 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 [?] I do what I want lil b**h [Verse 1 – IAMSU!] 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 I just spent like two bands on a frame (Cartier) You can never put me out the game Everywhere I go they know my name sh** was cool until they found out you a lame They want that real sh** I'm on my independent hustle, f** a deal sh** I'm not worried 'bout you n***as 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 sh** Every day make a play over-grindin', understatement [Chorus] 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 [?] I do what I want lil b**h [Verse 2 -IAMSU!] Get rich, you don't need a shovel dig this Shake a b**h 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 sh**, 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! [Chorus] 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 [?] I do what I want lil b**h [Verse 3 – Show Banga] Young n***a, 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 b**h 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 n***a chips, no Connect 4 I told Suzy that b**h really tryna take off I'm finna k** these rapper n***as like I'm Adolf They weight soft, full grizzy f** 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 [Chorus] 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 [?] I do what I want lil b**h