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Big chips, big chips, I'mma turn her up a lil bit Hot boy, heat her up a lil bit, whoa Big chips, big chips, you are not real, you exempt I do what I want lil bitch I'm the one they call when the need a stamp I'm the neighborhood mailman I been puttin' work in On my neck a serpent (Gucci belt) I just spent like two bands on some frames (Cartier) You can never put me out the game (I'm on my way) Everywhere I go they know my name Shit was cool until they found out you a lame They want that real shit I'm on my independent hustle, fuck a deal shit I'm not worried 'bout you niggas, not a lil bit I got my weight up now I'm bout to make the game switch Plus I'm riding with my same clique Plot out the entire situation in my brain quick They don't speak in dollars then I do not know your language I been on some gang shit Every day make a play over grindin' understatement Big chips, big chips, I'mma turn her up a lil bit Hot boy, heat her up a lil bit, whoa Big chips, big chips, you are not real, you exempt Letras de cancionesI do what I want lil bitch Get rich You don't need a shovel dig this Shake a bitch like a hit stick You don't go no cash, dismissed I could be broke on my own time Plotting million dollar moves in my alone time Got a roster full of poppin' girls, it's all fine Crib full of flat screens like it's Best Buy I like G-Star, and Stone Island Rappers sayin' shit, just to rhyme it I'm in the Uber gettin' top like Ramen All the ones who turned against and surprise me, it's good "Let em hang bro" My cousin Freak told me that not too long ago You remember when they used to underestimate Every beat I levitate, another check, another day Let's get it! Big chips, big chips, I'mma turn her up a lil bit Hot boy, heat her up a lil bit, whoa Big chips, big chips, you are not real, you exempt I do what I want lil bitch Young nigga, millionaire state of mind though Got it out the M-U-D, I had to grind yo I can see the big chips with a blindfold You ain't a pimp, you's a simp, what you cryin' fo? Never ever trust a bitch that's a big no Remy Martin, takin shots of the XO Hit your girl on the weekend, like XO Pockets blue, pockets green like a gecko Too good in the hood like I'm Metro Yo girl drop a nigga chips, no Connect 4 I told Suzy that bitch really tryna take off I'm finna kill these rapper niggas like I'm Adolf They weight soft, full grizzy fuck a day off You ain't never ever working, you get laid off I'm really Manti like Te'o Gang tighter than a swimmer with a Speedo Big chips, big chips, I'mma turn her up a lil bit Hot boy, heat her up a lil bit, whoa Big chips, big chips, you are not real, you exempt I do what I want lil bitch From Letras Mania