Chillin

[Intro]
Woah, Okay
Ay
Stacy Money
In dis bitch hoe

[Hook]
Too much racks like what I'm doing with em (Doing with em)
Niggas broke so I ain't chillin with em (Chillin with em)
They like Stacy boy you so persistant (So persistant)
I just wanna fuck on all the bitches (All the bitches)

[Verse 1]
Run that check up like a race, but ain't no competition (Naw)
All these bands in my pocket, I just be walkin with em (Fuck it)
Blue strips on my hundreds, I don't like no little money (No)
Niggas actin like my friends, then start moving funny (Why)
Yeah she bad but I need something different (Something different)
If it ain't racks then why you talking with me (What the fuck)
Look at my dough before the show, I ain't showin em (Showin em)
In the backseat with the hoes, got them rollin up (Gas)
Shootin shit, I be on my countin bill shit (Bill shit)
Free bnb got the bitches poppin pills in em (Free)
I might fuck her off the perky, need us 30 minutes (30 minutes)
People knocking on the door, holdup, I still ain't finish (Hollup, Woah)

[Hook]
Too much racks like what I'm doing with em (Doing with em)
Niggas broke so I ain't chillin with em (Chillin with em)
They like Stacy boy you so persistant (So persistant)
I just wanna fuck on all the bitches (All the bitches)