Chit Chat lyrics

[Intro]
Red
Oh my God, Ronny

[Verse 1]
Sit on the couch, ho
Pimp sh*t intro to outro
Rich and I'm shallow, spit like thinkin' I might choke
Drink like Cinco de Mayo
Tints on the ride home, b*tch, I've been tryna hide
Pop sh*t like Prince or a Michael
All white whip, it's albino
By no means I'ma quit, I'ma die on top
Pop-pop to the enemy
Shot with a cop-cop tendency
Hot like I got-got felony
Gotta to be a dog, top, top, top pedigree
Give me top-top in the top-top mezzanine
While my opener on, right-right in front of me
Gotta f*ck three for the night to be fun to me
Swipe, swipe, check the price, all on me
Homie is the best, strap to your chest like, like dungaree
Enemy, I hold smoke, bro, I'm chim-chimney
I'm Soho living, but I'm homegrown mentally
I'm so-so wise that the homies tryna get like me
My bro-bro from Brooklyn, he call his Timbs Timothy
A boatload of women like we goin' on a trip
Don't trip, 'cause my bro's clip so-so finicky
The slo-mo f*ckin' with the cold-cold Hennessy
Put me at peace like when K-Ci and JoJo sing to me
[Chorus]
What the f*ck?
By 9 p.m. I need a possible b*tch at the crib (f*ck)
Hop up in the sleigh with a big bag of gifts (f*ck)
I don't put my time into chit-chat, I'm rich (f*ck)
Hop up in a sleigh with a big bag of gifts (f*ck)
Take it through the city and give back to kids (f*ck)
When she get to toppin', I Big Mac the b*tch (f*ck)
I don't put my time into chit-chat, I'm rich
Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich

[Verse 2]
She f*ck like a celebrity more than me, uh-huh
I gotta repeat if she freak-freak, uh-huh
I never cheat-cheat but I see three of 'em
T-T, she call me T, I'm the boss and sh*t
Pray to that motherf*cker like it's a cross and sh*t
G, Gs, C, Cs all on her bag and sh*t
Smack that ass, now it's redder than some MAGA sh*t
Stuntin' like my daddy when I'm snappin' at the mic
Trigger-happy, kitty-catty on my lap, I got the mice
Nice fanny pack, I got a couple K and that's light
"Baby, did you really make a inde milli'?" That's right (Yeah)
All the women pretty, more petty than that
Chameleon with everything because I really adapt
I line 'em up and I'm like Kanye and 50 in the Rolling Stone
Head to head to head to head to head to head to head (Ooh)
Treat the homies like a bread knife, break bread
I be tryna count the bread 'til I'm braindead
Fresh, so clean, I do what Andre said
Baby, I ain't from Atlanta, I look like a bank-head
Head of the bank offices, credit with great confidence
'Bout to cop the presidential, I never debate politics
Henny, I'm eight bottles in
Baby, I'm faded, take me to bed where the runway model is
f*ck, what time is it? 'Cause
[Chorus]
What the f*ck?
By 9 p.m. I need a possible b*tch at the crib (f*ck)
Hop up in the sleigh with a big bag of gifts (f*ck)
I don't put my time into chit-chat, I'm rich (f*ck)
Hop up in a sleigh with a big bag of gifts (f*ck)
Take it through the city and give back to kids (f*ck)
When she get to toppin', I Big Mac the b*tch (f*ck)
I don't put my time into chit-chat, I'm rich
Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich