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Money Clip (Explicit) - Chuck Inglish/Vic Mensa/Hassani Kwess/Sulaiman
San Diego dago get what you pay for
It's not everyday though they do what we say so
Uh def that bump
It's not a drop it's convertible bruh
Put a rack up on it if you ain't no punk
Do it up like the steps walk it out like a pet
Off the top get a tip like 75 percent
This establishment was meant washing money with the lint
Register it up like Lykke
And I look like I'm meant to dress better than you ni**as
Rhyme like I know I'm way nicer than you ni**a
I was just making beats back to fighting on you ni**as
Horsepower still ride rims on pick ups
Sip cup sprite don't shake just mix up
Pour it up right it'll be a slow night
If you had a little cough this'll knock us out the park
Softball slow pitch knock it out to tomorrow
And I wrote a couple bars you can hang up on the wall
This is all
Name a price then it's bought
With his car getting money for a dog
It's not a drop this a money clip
You gotta rock to make the honeys dip
It don't stop it don't stop
Getting rocked it don't stop
It's not a drop this a money clip
You gotta rock to make the honeys dip
It don't stop it don't stop
Getting rocked it don't stop
I got a handful of methods Nike ups you can't check
If I ever brainstorm did a rain
I remain high threat with the frame I flex
Every dame I slept if they came I ject
Came my best and obtain my quest
And I came winning fact still remains I'm next
What you gripping OE what you sipping OE
Spitting fluid op till you ni**asOD
On the slick rap sh*t let me slick that
I got rollies with the gold and the knickknacks
Crack from my knees to my six pack
Let me hit that puss where your b**ch at
With a pipe like 500 nick sacks
Plus I spit fat raps with a click clack
Get back GLAHH GLAHH let me hold that cake
Let me hold that weight and it close that safe
Scram blam clam ran damn on polices
Grand handstands couldn't slam on my thesis
Congo bands can't jam when they beat us
Clean pair of heaters threw dirt on the neatest
Say chuck I told ni**askick the bass
Where you get that sh*t let me hit that
Let me slit that sh*t in the six pack
Let me mix that sh*t in the track for the kick back
It's not a drop this a money clip
You gotta rock to make the honeys dip
It don't stop it don't stop
Getting rocked it don't stop
It's not a drop this a money clip
You gotta rock to make the honeys dip
It don't stop it don't stop
Getting rocked it don't stop
I'm on my Tommy Vercetti
Riding in an Infernus or maybe I m in a cheetah
Call up candy is you ready
Finna check Lancey told me he got some fetti
Hit sonny Forelli on the celly
Diaz was my mans but he got a little jelly
So I ran him for his crib no more nights in the telly
Even though my sh*t was on the beach b**ches ride past
Rollerblades on their feet he wasn't trying to let me eat
And that dude from star island kinda sweet
So Diaz yeah he disappeared
Ask ken Rosenberg ni**a I wasn't there
I was in the pole position getting dances in the chair
Doing pumps like it's all good and dandy
Still getting gobbled up by candy in the banshee
Member when Ricky sent his mans to come and plant me
Hit Phil Cassidy I slam me
You want a problem you know it's nada
Slice a ni**a throat with a katana
Front his momma or his father
Then hit up little Haiti and get some g**ja
Real player like
Steady making advances so f**k your man b**ch
I'll make his face kiss Stan smiths
Banned kicks man in the land of the hand to hand switch
My ni**asholding the Addy's when they out of Xan's
It's back to the old sh*t
Pat Quinn got my ni**as trading in their old tools
I was eating waveforms shitting on the pro tools
Hopeful my vocals make a ni**a strong like Goku
Blow god smoke make an archangel choke
I don't travel I smuggle DEA say I'm d**e
And don't let drake take a quote when I'm dead
For a record I'll haunt that ni**a in a second
Curse to the brand truth to the fame
68 Camaro I'm riding it in the rain
Shorty say she seen me on TV it ain't a thing
Chuck on his old school I'm feeling like Dana Dane
Or like big daddy Kane with a gold chain
Got a quarter p for a stain and flipped the whole thing
Ni**a hit me up on the jack told me sh*t's game
Now I'm by the lake on the cellular while I get brain
I'm a citizen my truck when I switch lanes
Shorty starts screaming I told the b**ch chill damn
Can't you see I'm leaning and that purple in my brain
Give me aerosmith dreamin I'm feeling like Willie Beamen
On a Sunday night flight Monday
Still in the air in the airplane hit the runway
Smoking on that picante sh*t be the cross country
Dub sack in one day OJ and the Bombay