Chalk

[Chorus]
(I really like to use cash)
On the road to the money, I just fucked up Saks Fifth
On the way to your bitch house, finna whip dick out
Talk about guns cuz' you know that I'm tipped out
You wanna be a stand up guy, man sit down
This a mini Draco but this bitch got big rounds
He don't wanna dance but that Uzi make him Chris Brown
Do him like disco, hands up, get down
I don't got the goop but the V's on rock
These hunnids blue cheese, these twentys on guap
She love hip-hop, said please don't pop
This case through the block, I don't need no mop
Just know I came from the bottom so I need her top
My hands on money, my feet on that block
Bust down jake this not a G-Shock
Just cut the stove on, hood know that we hot
She know I make movies but I don't play with props
Told em everything custom, no we don't do the stock
Put your partner on a piece of paper, it's up, then we draw
Nigga play with mine, he gon end up lying on the chalk

[Verse]
I can't play with dimes, I'm too busy riding with a bowl
He want all the smoke till he fuck around and he choke
This shit off the boat, she grab her a towel and she float
Dead in the road, I laugh to the bank, they always joke
Be quiet while I'm smoking on this loud, I'm tryna focus
These hunnids on me right now prolly cuz I'm chosen
I got yo bitch laid up, she told me that she open
I think all these rappers doing laundry cuz they just love folding
If he do not like to get money then that boy not Tony
If that nigga known to call shots then he prolly know me
I got that snake, pouring eights, damn, rest in peace to Kobe
Blue hunnids on me, rest in peace to Nipsey
Why the fuck niggas always acting iffy?
I guess all this water on me got em acting fishy
If you tryna get you some money you should prolly listen
I been getting paid, you want to just pay attention

[Chorus]
On the road to the money, I just fucked up Saks Fifth
On the way to your bitch house, finna whip dick out
Talk about guns cuz' you know that I'm tipped out
You wanna be a stand up guy, man sit down
This a mini Draco but this bitch got big rounds
He don't wanna dance but that Uzi make him Chris Brown
Do him like disco, hands up, get down
I don't got the goop but the V's on rock
These hunnids blue cheese, these twentys on guap
She love hip-hop, said please don't pop
This case through the block, I don't need no mop
Just know I came from the bottom so I need her top
My hands on money, my feet on that block
(I really like to use cash)
Bust down jake this not a G-Shock
Just cut the stove on, hood know that we hot
She know I make movies but I don't play with props
Told em everything custom, no we don't do the stock
Put your partner on a piece of paper, it's up, then we draw
Nigga play with mine, he gon end up lying on the chalk