Stacy Money - 3 Chains lyrics

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Stacy Money - 3 Chains lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti] I got 3 chains on, 3 chains on I got 3 chains on, 3 chains on I got 3 chains on, 3 chains on [Verse 1: Playboi Carti] Uh It ain't nothin' to cut that b**h off I spend a lotta guap when I'm pissed off I got ice all on my sh** might cut my wrist off Then I pour it in her water to end it all Drip drop, p**y pop, Yeah she on top I love the top, I love that your hoe gimme top And my big homie abroad yeah he serving rock Early in the morning hoes on the clock I'm on the block it's two, ya Still with the hot chef fool, ya Then I'm hiding in her courtyard Your b**h tryna call me boo, ya Might just stop at Keisha spot Might just stop at Brittany spot They in love with my diamonds I'm like hoe wait, stop Might just stop at Keisha spot Might just stop at Brittany spot They in love with my diamonds They gon' f** me for my rocks Yeah, yeah f** me for my rocks, I got rocks In the trap with rocks we sell rocks, yeah f** me for my rocks, for my rocks, yeah For my rocks, for my rocks [Hook: Playboi Carti] I got 3 chains on (three!) 3 chains on (three!) 3 chains on (three!) 3 chains on (ye-yeah!) 3 chains on (three!) 3 chains on (three!) 3 chains on (three!) 3 chains on (ye-yeah!) 3 chains on (three!) 3 chains on (three!) 3 chains on (three!) I got 3 chains on (ye-yeah!) 3 chains on (three!) 3 chains on (three!) 3 chains on (three!) I got 3 chains on (ye-yeah!) (ooh, ooh) Uh, uh She gon' f** me for my rocks She gon' f** me for my rocks She gon f** my for my yacht Tell these f**ing b**hes stop She gon f** my for my diamond's Tell these b**hes f**ing stop (yeah) Tryna f** my for my diamonds hoe stop (yeah) Tryna f** me for my rocks hoe stop (yeah) Tryna f** me for my rocks hoe stop Tryna f** my for my diamonds hoe stop (ye-yeah) [Verse 2: Rich the kid] 3 chains on (ice!), I'm flexing (flex!) Shawty wanna f** me cause my necklace (f** me) She s**ing on me we don't do no texting (no texting) I walk in with the salad but no dressing (cash) Thugging b**h I came up from finessing (finesse) Look at the water it's real deal (real deal) Pour a 4, pop a seal (seal) Diamonds cold catch a chill (chill) 50 thousand for a grill (Fifty!) I got 3 chains, 3 chains I got a Bugatti no Mustang (Skrrrt!) f**ing that b**h and she never complained I love her, bought her a range (Woop!) I can't keep it take it back (take it back) f** love chase the sack (f** it!) Got a uzi in the Mac (Blrrrrt!) 3 chains hunnid racks [Hook:] 3 chains on (three!) 3 chains on (three!) 3 chains on (three!) 3 chains on (ye-yeah!) 3 chains on (three!) 3 chains on (three!) 3 chains on (three!) 3 chains on (ye-yeah!) 3 chains on (three!) 3 chains on (three!) 3 chains on (three!) I got 3 chains on (ye-yeah!) 3 chains on (three!) 3 chains on (three!) 3 chains on (three!) I got 3 chains on (ye-yeah!) (ooh, ooh) Uh, uh She gon' f** me for my rocks She gon' f** me for my rocks She gon f** my for my yacht Tell these f**ing b**hes stop She gon f** my for my diamond's Tell these b**hes f**ing stop (yeah) Tryna f** my for my diamonds hoe stop (yeah) Tryna f** me for my rocks hoe stop (yeah) Tryna f** me for my rocks hoe stop Tryna f** my for my diamonds hoe stop (ye-yeah)