Tony Shhnow - Chalk lyrics

(I really like to use cash)
On the road to the money
I just fucked up Saks Fifth
On the way to your bitch house
Finna whip dick out
Talk about guns cuz' you know
That I'm tipped out
You wanna be a stand up guy, man sit down
This a mini Draco but this
Bitch got big rounds
He don't wanna dance but that
Uzi make him Chris Brown
Do him like disco, hands up, get down
I don't got the goop but the V's on rock
These hunnids blue cheese
These twentys on guap
She love hip-hop, said please don't pop
This case through the block
I don't need no mop
Just know I came from the bottom
So I need her top
My hands on money, my feet on that block
Bust down jake this not a G-Shock
Just cut the stove on, hood know that we hot
She know I make movies but
I don't play with props
Told em everything custom
No we don't do the stock
Put your partner on a piece
Of paper, it's up, then we draw
Nigga play with mine
He gon end up lying on the chalk

I can't play with dimes
I'm too busy riding with a bowl
He want all the smoke till he
Fuck around and he choke
This shit off the boat
She grab her a towel and she float
Dead in the road, I laugh to the bank
They always joke
Be quiet while I'm smoking on this loud
I'm tryna focus
These hunnids on me right now
Prolly cuz I'm chosen
I got yo bitch laid up
She told me that she open
I think all these rappers doing laundry
Cuz they just love folding
If he do not like to get
Money then that boy not Tony
If that nigga known to call shots
Then he prolly know me
I got that snake, pouring eights, damn
Rest in peace to Kobe
Blue hunnids on me, rest in peace to Nipsey
Why the fuck niggas always acting iffy?
I guess all this water on
Me got em acting fishy
If you tryna get you some
Money you should prolly listen
I been getting paid
You want to just pay attention

On the road to the money
I just fucked up Saks Fifth
On the way to your bitch house
Finna whip dick out
Talk about guns cuz' you know
That I'm tipped out
You wanna be a stand up guy, man sit down
This a mini Draco but this
Bitch got big rounds
He don't wanna dance but that
Uzi make him Chris Brown
Do him like disco, hands up, get down
I don't got the goop but the V's on rock
These hunnids blue cheese
These twentys on guap
She love hip-hop, said please don't pop
This case through the block
I don't need no mop
Just know I came from the bottom
So I need her top
My hands on money, my feet on that block
(I really like to use cash)
Bust down jake this not a G-Shock
Just cut the stove on, hood know that we hot
She know I make movies but
I don't play with props
Told em everything custom
No we don't do the stock
Put your partner on a piece
Of paper, it's up, then we draw
Nigga play with mine
He gon end up lying on the chalk