We just here for the chips, we collect and we dip
Everyday it's a party, screamin' on lil' pips
Ain't no love, ain't no trust, there ain't nothin' to discuss
You ain't equal in my people, nigga, you ain't one of us
Ride around with 30 keys, nigga, you ain't got the guts
Think and run off on your plug, nigga, you ain't got the nuts
Niggas dead, niggas gone, they ain't never comin' back
You the one that set em up, kinda ho shit, it's that
Bitches playin' mind games just to see how you react
Niggas think they hot shit, nah, you just struck a match
You ain't real, you ain't street, you ain't none of the above
Bitches all in they feelings, you'll never hit em up
Baby mama full of shit, niggas in and out of court
You can't ball with your son, she just want the child support
F*ck the music, f*ck the feature, nigga, I'm just doin' me
Niggas see me puttin' work, then expect me doin' free
Can't afford to pay attention, nigga, even talkin' cheap
Chewin' with my mouth closed, swear they watchin' how I eat
Me against the world, word to Mr. Shakur
My big brother used to drop the bars to his Mr. Parrot
I got money on my mind, I see shit crystal clear
And if I'm in your presence, you know the pistol is near
More than one for that matter, I'm not one for no chatter
I'm them subtitles, baby, we just up for the action
We just here for the chips, we collect and we dip
Every day is a party, screamin' on Lil' Pimp
All these lyin' niggas do, you think lyin' is the truth
Nigga, all this food for thought, I can feed it to my youth
Bitches all in my fin and get a briefcase and a suit
I just tell it how it is, nigga, I don't make the rules
See I'm in and out of town, burnin' up the interstate
If you caught you doin' light, ain't no bogus license plate
Doin' numbers in my head on how much I'm bout to make
Grab a pistol, say a prayer that I make it home safe
Nigga, should be in a pen, how'd you catch your best friend
Bar blanket from his mama just to wrap a son in
Sweater game so cold, niggas ridin' to the soul
Niggas sleepin' on your couch, tellin' everything they know
This shit is real
We just here for the chips, we collect and we dip
Every day is a party, screamin' on Lil' Pimp
We just here for the chips, we collect and we dip
Every day is a party, screamin' on Lil' Pimp
This shit is real
This shit is real
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We just here for the chips, we collect and we dip
Everyday it's a party, screamin' on lil' pips
Ain't no love, ain't no trust, there ain't nothin' to discuss
You ain't equal in my people, nigga, you ain't one of us
Ride around with 30 keys, nigga, you ain't got the guts
Think and run off on your plug, nigga, you ain't got the nuts
Niggas dead, niggas gone, they ain't never comin' back
You the one that set em up, kinda ho shit, it's that
Bitches playin' mind games just to see how you react
Niggas think they hot shit, nah, you just struck a match
You ain't real, you ain't street, you ain't none of the above
Bitches all in they feelings, you'll never hit em up
Baby mama full of shit, niggas in and out of court
You can't ball with your son, she just want the child support
F*ck the music, f*ck the feature, nigga, I'm just doin' me
Niggas see me puttin' work, then expect me doin' free
Can't afford to pay attention, nigga, even talkin' cheap
Chewin' with my mouth closed, swear they watchin' how I eat
Me against the world, word to Mr. Shakur
My big brother used to drop the bars to his Mr. Parrot
I got money on my mind, I see shit crystal clear
And if I'm in your presence, you know the pistol is near
More than one for that matter, I'm not one for no chatter
I'm them subtitles, baby, we just up for the action
We just here for the chips, we collect and we dip
Every day is a party, screamin' on Lil' Pimp
All these lyin' niggas do, you think lyin' is the truth
Nigga, all this food for thought, I can feed it to my youth
Bitches all in my fin and get a briefcase and a suit
I just tell it how it is, nigga, I don't make the rules
See I'm in and out of town, burnin' up the interstate
If you caught you doin' light, ain't no bogus license plate
Doin' numbers in my head on how much I'm bout to make
Grab a pistol, say a prayer that I make it home safe
Nigga, should be in a pen, how'd you catch your best friend
Bar blanket from his mama just to wrap a son in
Sweater game so cold, niggas ridin' to the soul
Niggas sleepin' on your couch, tellin' everything they know
This shit is real
We just here for the chips, we collect and we dip
Every day is a party, screamin' on Lil' Pimp
We just here for the chips, we collect and we dip
Every day is a party, screamin' on Lil' Pimp
This shit is real
This shit is real
Everyday it's a party, screamin' on lil' pips
Ain't no love, ain't no trust, there ain't nothin' to discuss
You ain't equal in my people, nigga, you ain't one of us
Ride around with 30 keys, nigga, you ain't got the guts
Think and run off on your plug, nigga, you ain't got the nuts
Niggas dead, niggas gone, they ain't never comin' back
You the one that set em up, kinda ho shit, it's that
Bitches playin' mind games just to see how you react
Niggas think they hot shit, nah, you just struck a match
You ain't real, you ain't street, you ain't none of the above
Bitches all in they feelings, you'll never hit em up
Baby mama full of shit, niggas in and out of court
You can't ball with your son, she just want the child support
F*ck the music, f*ck the feature, nigga, I'm just doin' me
Niggas see me puttin' work, then expect me doin' free
Can't afford to pay attention, nigga, even talkin' cheap
Chewin' with my mouth closed, swear they watchin' how I eat
Me against the world, word to Mr. Shakur
My big brother used to drop the bars to his Mr. Parrot
I got money on my mind, I see shit crystal clear
And if I'm in your presence, you know the pistol is near
More than one for that matter, I'm not one for no chatter
I'm them subtitles, baby, we just up for the action
We just here for the chips, we collect and we dip
Every day is a party, screamin' on Lil' Pimp
All these lyin' niggas do, you think lyin' is the truth
Nigga, all this food for thought, I can feed it to my youth
Bitches all in my fin and get a briefcase and a suit
I just tell it how it is, nigga, I don't make the rules
See I'm in and out of town, burnin' up the interstate
If you caught you doin' light, ain't no bogus license plate
Doin' numbers in my head on how much I'm bout to make
Grab a pistol, say a prayer that I make it home safe
Nigga, should be in a pen, how'd you catch your best friend
Bar blanket from his mama just to wrap a son in
Sweater game so cold, niggas ridin' to the soul
Niggas sleepin' on your couch, tellin' everything they know
This shit is real
We just here for the chips, we collect and we dip
Every day is a party, screamin' on Lil' Pimp
We just here for the chips, we collect and we dip
Every day is a party, screamin' on Lil' Pimp
This shit is real
This shit is real
Writer: Laquinton barrow
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid