Chips & Juice

[Intro]
Yeah, groovy
Okay, okay
Bitch smell like Gucci cologne
We need bitch in the after hours
No fatigue, baby, okay

[Chorus]
Tell ’em, “Cut the check,” just do it, yeah, just do it
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh, got the juice
Yeah, I got the juice, chips too, what's cool?
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And now god lay me down to sleep, pray my Forces never crease)
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I get fly before I wake, this Louis visor from '08)

[Verse 1]
Young nigga went from Missouri to "bonjour"
Think a lot my beans, nigga whip garbanzo
Fuck her in the mornin', I'm Alonzo
Told 'em that I'm goin'
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh
Flintstones, im smokin' yabba-dabba-doobies
Had to thank the Lord for another opportunity

[Refrain]
I heard she don't want me no more
Fuck it, she a tuna fish (More in the sea)
Thank the Lord for another opportunity (More Hennessy)
Pour it up, mm, pass it to the community
I creased her in my forces, but I never crease my Forces

[Chorus]
Tell ’em, “Cut the check,” just do it, yeah, just do it
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh, got the juice
Yeah, I got the juice, chips too, what's cool?
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And now god lay me down to sleep, pray my Forces never crease)
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I get fly before I wake, this Louis visor from '08)

[Bridge]
I like her, she a lil' Chicago
She leper-Kanye
I found her lil' ass in the Tahoe
Truckin ass all day
I pull up "Ooh" in the Bronco (Ooh)
Kush and OJ
And I just did a show in Toronto
Where Drake?

[Refrain]
I heard she don't want me no more
Fuck it, she a tuna fish (More in the sea)
Thank the Lord for another opportunity (More Hennessy)
Pour it up, mm, pass it to the community

[Chorus]
Tell ’em, “Cut the check,” just do it, yeah, just do it
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh, got the juice
Yeah, I got the juice, chips too, what's cool?
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And now god lay me down to sleep, pray my Forces never crease)
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I get fly before I wake, this Louis visor from '08)