Mazi Rich, Skilla Baby, Cam Dinero - Chinese Chopsticks lyrics

(MIA JAY C) huh?
Hmm

I been hustlin' all year, I ain't stoppin'
Fifty thousand worth Amiri in my closet
I'm tryna stack me a Richie, feel like Mozzy
I call Tune Ja Morant
That nigga wanna catch a body
Need an M if a nigga tryna sign me
Every time lift him up, we catch a body
We can't fly through the air
So we gon' drive it
I don't never window shop 'cause I'ma cop it

I be with a bad bitch
You ain't gotta ask shit
And your mans a crash dummy, hit his head
We smack whips if I re-up in the morning
Then don't call me past six
You the type to blow it on a freak
Then try to act rich
Skilla, what's the deal? Niggas don't
Be in the field
You went on a drill, got caught
That nigga squealed hit her while she sober
You had fucked her off a pill
Amiri should endorse me
Niggas' clothes were never real
I got pain in my eyes
I done seen blood in 'em
We be runnin' niggas over
You could never run with us
If you hearin' he a rat
You won't see him in my picture
In the Masi' with a ho
Tryna plot on me a Richard

I been hustlin' all year, I ain't stoppin'
Fifty thousand worth Amiri in my closet
I'm tryna stack me a Richie, feel like Mozzy
I call Tune Ja Morant
That nigga wanna catch a body
Need an M if a nigga tryna sign me
Every time lift him up, we catch a body
We can't fly through the air
So we gon' drive it
I don't never window shop 'cause I'ma cop it

All my young niggas tryna catch a body
I keep a chopper on me, nigga
I don't know karate
My AR twist a nigga up, I call that bitch
My Chinese chopstick put him in
The air like kamikaze
I'll have Cam wet a nigga up like Ryan Lochte
I don't know about no sunflower seeds
This a poppy
Huh? Niggas always speakin' on me
Don't know shit about me
My shooter come from Compton
That nigga rich and rowdy
Smack a nigga and his mama
Ain't shit bitch about me
I only trust my hands
I don't need a money counter
Tune watched me run up dog
Shit off the downers
I got a hundred in the chopper
I give niggas Jae Crowder (Huh?)

I been hustlin' all year, I ain't stoppin'
Fifty thousand worth Amiri in my closet
I'm tryna stack me a Richie, feel like Mozzy
I call Tune Ja Morant
That nigga wanna catch a body
Need an M if a nigga tryna sign me
Every time lift him up, we catch a body
We can't fly through the air
So we gon' drive it
I don't never window shop 'cause I'ma cop it

Been runnin' up a bag
Bitches say I look tired
Hundred jacks in a week
I sell to your buyer buyer
Need at least three racks
Wanna see me on the flyer
You niggas broke as fuck
Y'all ain't richer than my driver
I'ma drop a Richy when I touch a milli'
Niggas crackin' jokes, but they broke
These niggas silly
You gon' get thumped if you
Bump my baby Skilla
Always bounce back from L's, I'm a GOAT
Ask Billy
Tryna run up dineros with my nigga Cam
Tune keep two sticks just in case a Glock jam
Better watch how you lookin', shit
I almost blew a fan
What you want for that pussy? I
Ain't payin' for no dance

I been hustlin' all year, I ain't stoppin'
Fifty thousand worth Amiri in my closet
I'm tryna stack me a Richie, feel like Mozzy
I call Tune Ja Morant
That nigga wanna catch a body
Need an M if a nigga tryna sign me
Every time lift him up, we catch a body
We can't fly through the air
So we gon' drive it
I don't never window shop 'cause I'ma cop it