Token - Chit Chat lyrics

[Intro] Red Oh my God, Ronny [Verse 1] Sit on the couch, ho Pimp sh*t intro to outro Rich and I'm shallow, spit like thinkin' I might choke Drink like Cinco de Mayo Tints on the ride home, b*tch, I've been tryna hide Pop sh*t like Prince or a Michael All white whip, it's albino By no means I'ma quit, I'ma die on top Pop-pop to the enemy Shot with a cop-cop tendency Hot like I got-got felony Gotta to be a dog, top, top, top pedigree Give me top-top in the top-top mezzanine While my opener on, right-right in front of me Gotta fu*k three for the night to be fun to me Swipe, swipe, check the price, all on me Homie is the best, strap to your chest like, like dungaree Enemy, I hold smoke, bro, I'm chim-chimney I'm Soho living, but I'm homegrown mentally I'm so-so wise that the homies tryna get like me My bro-bro from Brooklyn, he call his Timbs Timothy A boatload of women like we goin' on a trip Don't trip, 'cause my bro's clip so-so finicky The slo-mo fu*kin' with the cold-cold Hennessy Put me at peace like when KC and JoJo sing to me [Chorus] What the fu*k? By 9 p.m. I need a possible b*tch at the crib (fu*k) Hop up in the sleigh with a big bag of gifts (fu*k) I don't put my time into chit-chat, I'm rich (fu*k) Hop up in a sleigh with a big bag of gifts (fu*k) Take it through the city and give back to kids (fu*k) When she get to toppin', I Big Mac the b*tch (fu*k) I don't put my time into chit-chat, I'm rich Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich [Verse 2] She fu*k like a celebrity more than me, uh-huh I gotta repeat if she freak-freak, uh-huh I never cheat-cheat but I see three of 'em T-T, she call me T, I'm the boss and sh*t Pray to that motherfu*ker like it's a cross and sh*t G, Gs, C, Cs all on her bag and sh*t Smack that ass, now it's redder than some MAGA sh*t Stuntin' like my daddy when I'm snappin' at the mic Trigger-happy, kitty-catty on my lap, I got the mice Nice fanny pack, I got a couple K and that's light "Baby, did you really make a inde milli'?" That's right (Yeah) All the women pretty, more petty than that Chameleon with everything because I really adapt I line 'em up and I'm like Kanye and 50 in the Rolling Stone Head to head to head to head to head to head to head Treat the homies like a bread knife, break bread I be tryna count the bread 'til I'm braindead Fresh, so clean, I do what Andre said Baby, I ain't from Atlanta, I look like a bank-head Head of the bank offices, credit with great confidence 'Bout to cop the presidential, I never debate politics Henny, I'm eight bottles in Baby, I'm faded, take me to bed where the runway model is fu*k, what time is it? 'Cause [Chorus] What the fu*k? By 9 p.m. I need a possible b*tch at the crib (fu*k) Hop up in the sleigh with a big bag of gifts (fu*k) I don't put my time into chit-chat, I'm rich (fu*k) Hop up in a sleigh with a big bag of gifts (fu*k) Take it through the city and give back to kids (fu*k) When she get to toppin', I Big Mac the b*tch (fu*k) I don't put my time into chit-chat, I'm rich Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich