Chain Swang

[Intro: BIA] Uh...ya know...usually Normally I wouldn't be this arrogant or cocky but you know I'm feeling like new money lately cause this is a lot of new things goin' on, takin a new turn in my life [Verse 1: BIA] Uh, yo New money, callin' me new money On my way, BoA, I'm laughing like who funny Pre-Madonna, this beauty a form of honor I could keep it wet for you baby I'm like a sauna Oh, you nasty? Oochie wally wally Oh, she trashy? Oh, she prolly prolly I do this effortless, knocking goals off the check-it list Movin' on up in this bitch I feel like The Jeffersons, huh Let's get deeper, don't let the devil defeat ya Lost my laptop last month whoever found it can keep it That just motivated me to sit and write a little deeper Come and penetrate ya speakers and I never used a penis I be hearin' other rappers like "I never wanna be this " Lawd this shit too hard" (Oh yeah) This that type of shit that had Augustus fighting Caesar In a more simplistic meaning I would lyrically defeat ya [Hook: BIA] I got my money up baby I chain swang [x3] I chain swang, ch-ch-chang swang I got my money up baby I chain swang [x3] I chain swang, ch-ch-chang swang [Verse 2: Pharrell Williams] Ay cuz I hang out with guns Sometimes I wear Uggs, Kanye shrugs I wear jackets the same color as bugs (Woo!) My niggas puff buds, a hundreds dollars a puff (Woo!) Sometimes I fly the same planes as Puff Sometimes them planes ain't enough I rock Céline like I'm a queen But I'm not a drag, Hermès rag, Hermès rag I had the biggest fuckin' size that...uh Hermès had They be like Is he that or is he this Is he really riding in Rolls Royce like Richie Rich, click it bitch It's on the internet I got a 'Rari souped and that bitch fresh to death I would keep talkin' about it except I only drove it once that's the last time I left [Hook: BIA] [Verse 3: Fam-Lay] Look, there's a lot of motherfuckers I don't speak to Cause there's a lot of motherfuckers gettin' seen through Actin' different when they get 'round certain people So I act like I don't see 'em when I breeze through Look, look, look Fam-Lay was never 'bout that phony shit Speak one week, next you don't know me shit Don't get me wrong don't erry nigga owe me shit If it's a problem I'd respect it if you'd told me shit Man, these bustas tryna find nice things to say over your body I'm in the back seat sippin' Bacardi Demon spits sparks from the shotty I guarantee if you wake up it won't be a Bugatti Vroom, [?] You say my name, lights flick, I'm in the mirror Pair of angel wings, dressed in all white I hang ya angel wings for this long flight [Hook: BIA] [Outro: Pharrell Williams] Pack up, nigga That's right And I ain't takin' none of my ad-libs out, neither!