[Intro: k**er Reese]
Do the jigaboo. Jigga what jigga who?
You know the jigaboo. n***a what? n***a you
Make an a** of yourself, show yo teeth lil monkey
Keep talking like a spook
Make it funny for these honkeys
[Chorus: k**er Reese]
Show yo chain off monkey, show yo chain off
Show yo chain off monkey, show yo chain off
Now pop the top of that latest champagne off
Now pop the top of that latest champagne off
[Verse 1: k**er Reese]
I don't write songs about cute sh**
I write "lace up your boots" sh**
Get ready to rock. It's war time
It's like "a n***a kick down that door" time
I got bad broads, I'm a rich n***a
Couple bucks don't mean sh** n***a
When you bleedin' out and you hit n***a
Cause the cut don't say that you a b**h n***a
Them diamonds look like prime ribs for an unemployed k**a with five kids
Now he the wolf, you the sheep
And when you sleep, old boy gon' eat
So I don't floss, I'm not the boss
I'm flyin' low, they ain't got to know
That I'm over here sittin' on a million plus
Cause I know what they'll do for a million bucks
Me too, salivating
Countin' your money in my mind waitin'
A few motherf**ers might call it hatin'
n***a call it what you want, I'm calculating
If you got that and I want that
I'ma click-clack and come get that
I don't need no enemies walking around
Execution style, no get-back
[Chorus: k**er Reese] X2
Show yo chain off monkey, show yo chain off
Show yo chain off monkey, show yo chain off
Now pop the top of that latest champagne off
Now pop the top of that latest champagne off
[Verse 2: k**er Reese]
We livin in strange days when not much pays
And a small population got all the wealth
And your favorite rapper, he callin' you broke
f** how you livin', he off himself
He'll f** your girl, n***a you ain't sh**
You ain't never flew on a private jet
n***a you ain't never spent twenty stacks at the club
You work a nine to five? n***a you a scrub
You hearin' that and it's sinking in
The love in your heart starts sinking then
Now you plottin and you plannin
And all that malice starts sneaking in
You wanna be Jay-Z and Kanye
You wanna thick yellow b**h like Beyonce
f** the down broad that you had on your team
You make the first fame who*e your fiance
You want two chains and new cars
You wanna bullsh** with a few stars
You wanna sip Rozay and pop pills
That kinda life is not real
That's no soul, no control
That's spinnin' unhinged in a vortex
That's a minstrel show, while the ones that know
Choosing which lil monkey they can who*e next
[Chorus: k**er Reese] X4
Show yo chain off monkey, show yo chain off
Show yo chain off monkey, show yo chain off
Now pop the top of that latest champagne off
Now pop the top of that latest champagne off