Chip - Cashin' Out lyrics

[Freestyle] London City I'm from London City I rep Take a look at my wrist Cost an arm and a leg And we be cashin' out dumb But we ain't takin' no cheques I'm riding round and I'm getting it Tity Boi on my neck Violate the kid you'll get touched in a minute Got that Euros account that I ain't touched in a minute Know my value know my worth I'ma double these figures On my George W Bush I don't f** with you n***as Im with TI in the VI going down we in Mansion One blunt, one cup, bad b**h on a mad ting' Hustle Gang we turned up One time shout big punch to Kane Most my n***as still move work Big in country when it comes to cane b**h n***a all I do is go Count G's smoke O's Holla when you're ready n***a let me know Sharp thinker with a blunt rolled Call me young Chip I hold it down I don't wash the color when I paint the town Used to run around hustling for a gram f** you I'm Grand Hustle now Shouts my n***a Effay Eh Baf we're moving major I go blind on a beat But I still see the paper And I still put my heart in Many mills later Like my cheese chunky Tell a hater f** a grater I'm so futuristic probably walk before I crawl Chip is the name pop up like Lin n***a all I came to do is ball And you know i've got too much pride to ever let one of you see me fall b**h as long as I've got the mic, the writings on the wall