Chain Music

Drop DMV up, roll up and kick my feet up This shit was for a ticket man, I call that shit that free lunch I tell a hoe to speed up, she slow and she can't keep up We know we always out but somehow they would never see us Peep her gold chain, hoes changed, I didn't They say that karats help your vision but somehow it made them listen No, this ain't silver, this is my dilemma Arrogant when I finish, I came from humble beginnings So it's nothing to finish, I put my hundred percent in I put my pot in the paper and modify your opinion Trying to give them light and a message But you rather have some fucking V.V.S's She said I'm charming and I meant it But she was talking about my pendant I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains Now she attentive, I bet she listen to everything Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday Say them broads gon' follow (Chain so big, can't pop my collar) Silly bitches gon' follow (Chain so big, can't pop my collar) Say them broads gon' follow (Chain so big, can't pop my collar) Silly bitches gon' follow (Chain so big, can't pop my collar) Getting geechi on 'em, straight geechi on 'em You talking greasy, best believe they gon' see it, darling Geechi on 'em, straight geechi on 'em Let's keep it G, nobody, see you when you being humble Look, she so stingy with vagina But why it open when them niggas get to shining? I was hoping you would notice where my mind at Put money in the book, I bet these bitches wouldn't find it Look, okay this chain music, fuck how them lame's do it You chained to it, your brain's been way too influenced I been dope, cold nigga for sure, nigga But where I'm from there ain't no love for no broke nigga She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since Pray to whoever got on the biggest of crucifix Lord, Lord, forgive us, personality flash And my license is suspended, so I hide it I don't spend it, did I get y'all attention? She can't escape the chain, shout out to Mrs. Tubman Shout out to Maybach Music, my logic is getting money Spitting something real, let the people know, and still love it Shady flow, Johnny Cage, chain flow, Johnny Dang Been balling, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang I got geechi on 'em, now they notice a nigga So who that chain change? It ain't both of us nigga I got geechi on her, came back, a hundred chains And now these geechi mother fuckers all know my name Geechi on her, came back: a million chains I said geechi mother fuckers all know my name Broads gon' follow (Chain so big, can't pop my collar) Niggas gon' follow (Chain so big, can't pop my collar) Getting' geechi on 'em, straight geechi on 'em You talking greasy, best believe they gon' see it, homie Geechi on 'em, straight geechi on 'em Let's keep it G, nobody, see you when you being humble Broads gon' follow, holla, holla Silly niggas gon' follow Bitch, broads gon' follow