Chip On My Shoulder - Cash Kidd, Mozzy

Just the pants and a shirt, damn near cost a nickel

Been broke all your life, you ain’t gon' ever solve the riddle

She throw the neck for everybody, she the artificial

These niggas never drop shit like they argumentive

Pull up to the scene, they like «there go Marc' bitch.»

If getting money is a must, then I can’t smell your armpit

Same bitch you hatin' on me to gon' fuck me off rip

Used to wear my dawg shit, now I’m up dog shit

Can’t leave the game, bitch, I’m knee-deep

Never needed hoes, bitches need me

Just took a trip to Arizona, not the sweet tea

Stop tryna do fraud, but it’s hard when everything free

Just fucked the shit out your thot, to a deep sleep

Nigga don’t get beat by the chop, like Chief Keef

Swan, that’s my brother, you see him then you gon' see me

SWV, I’m the reason your bitch knees weak

You might catch me daydreaming, cause I stay scheming

Nigga you a fake demon, your bitch late creepin'

When you call, she fake sleepin' while she taste semen

Countin' money I keep prayin', have to thank Jesus

When we slide on a nigga, bitch that drac'

Load the 40 on me, loadin' up some bank pieces

Nigga check the scoreboard, cause we ain’t even, at all

Why you ain’t believe in your dawg?

I had vision seein' us ball

Baby, why ain’t you believe in your nigga?

What you ain’t see in your nigga?

That you thought you see in those niggas?

Weighin' up some money I thought I’d never have

Chip on my shoulder, reason why I’m in my bag

Now I’m on posters, I got friends I never had

My bitch get spoiled cause she really never ask

A hunnid choppers strike me wrong and that’s your ass

If it’s a problem pull up suited like the mask

Hopped out my feelings then I hopped right in my bag

Got out my feelings like my teeth was hurtin' bad

Ay

Twenty thousand, fifty bands, bitch, a hunnid ball!

Last man standing, we want every one of y’all

Give a fuck about a slut at all

I know bitches ain’t down for me, so I’mma punt the ball

When I needed love, you ain’t look out

Lost up on her, fell in love with some good mouth

Look how times change, fresh as fuck after cookout

Damn near got a thirty-ball, like a three point shootout

Your bitch runnin' wild, put your foot down

Hammer with the ladder, like I’m working on a new house

Ridin' with the ladder, like a fire gettin' put out

Know a couple people feel I turned my back on 'em

I just had to get right, I was comin' back for 'em

'Bout twenty racks on 'em, all kinds of straps on 'em

45, 47, felt like Mike Epps on 'em

Pussy so good, I cut her off and got back focused

Come and get your bitch on fire, stiff-armed neck

So she a ten, I’mma hire her

Like I threw out a jack, just bought a just for my bitch, I ride with her on my

lap

Pull up to the bank, like «gimmie ten,» this for play-play

Bank teller a fan, he just called me by my stage name

How you think I’m doing bank plays?

'Bout to slide down, keep dick-suckin' my fake page

Get a little money, everybody swear they ain’t fake

Same ones left a nigga hangin', like the K. K

But that’s how shit go, took a plane cause I’m blessed

Man, these hoes so foul, I should complain to the ref

Your main bitch foul, she love the gang and she said «y'all petty.»

My nigga don’t slide for the love like R. Kelly

Yeah, you stabbed me in my back but those scars helped me

Why you ain’t believe in your dawg?

I had vision seein' us ball

Baby, why ain’t you believe in your nigga?

What you ain’t see in your nigga?

That you thought you see in those niggas?