Money Clip

[Verse 1: Chuck Inglish] San Diego, Dago, get what you pay for It's not everyday though, they do what we say so Uh, def that bump It's not a drop, it's convertible bruh Put a rack up on it if you ain't no punk Do it up like the steps, walk it out like a pet Off the top, get a tip like 75 percent This establishment was meant, washin' money with the lint Register [?] it up like Lykke And I look like I'm meant to dress better than you niggas Rhyme like I know I'm way nicer than you, nigga I was just makin' beats, back to fightin' on you niggas Horsepower, still ride rims on pick-ups Sip cup Sprite, don't shake, just mix up Pour it up right, it'll be a slow night If you had a little cough, this'll knock us out the park Softball slow pitch, knock it out to tomorrow And I wrote a couple bars you can hang up on the wall This is all Name a price, then it's bought [?] with his car, gettin' money for a dog [Hook: Chuck Inglish x2] It's not a drop, this a money clip You gotta rock, to make the honeys dip It don't stop, it don't stop Gettin' rocked, it don't stop [Verse 2: Hassani Kwess] I got a handful of methods, Nike ups you can't check If I ever brainstorm, did a rain [?] I remain high threat with the frame I flex Every dame I slept, if they came I 'ject Came my best and obtain my quest And I came winnin', fact still remains, I'm next What you grippin'? OE! What you sippin'? OE! Spittin' fluid OP 'till you niggas OD On the slick rap shit, let me slick that I got Rollies with the gold and the knickknacks Crack from my knees to my six pack Let me hit that puss, where your bitch at? With a pipe like 500 nick sacks Plus I spit fat raps with a click clack Get back, GLAHH GLAHH, let me hold that cake Let me hold that weight and it close that safe Scram, blam, clam, ran, damn on polices Grand handstands couldn't slam on my thesis Congo bands can't jam when they beat us Clean pair of heaters, threw dirt on the neatest Say Chuck, I told niggas kick the bass Where you get that shit? Let me hit that Let me slit that shit in the six pack Let me mix that shit in the track for the kick back [Hook: Chuck Inglish x2] [Verse 3: Retch] I'm on my Tommy Vercetti Ridin in an Infernus or maybe I’m in a Cheetah Call up candy, is you ready? Finna check Lancey, told me he got some fetti Hit Sonny Forelli on the celly Diaz was my mans but he got a little jelly So I ran him for his crib, no more nights in the telly Even though my shit was on the beach, bitches ride past Rollerblades on their feet, he wasn't trying to let me eat And that dude from Star Island kinda sweet So Diaz, yeah he disappeared Ask Ken Rosenberg, nigga I wasn't there I was in the pole position gettin' dances in the chair Doin' pumps like it's all good and dandy Still gettin' gobbled up by Candy in the Banshee 'Member when Ricky sent his mans to come and plant me Hit Phil Cassidy, I [?] slam me You want a problem? You know it's nada Slice a nigga throat with a katana Front his momma, or his father Then hit up Little Haiti and get some ganja Real player like [Verse 4: Sulaiman] Steady makin' advances, so fuck your man, bitch I'll make his face kiss Stan Smiths Banned kicks, Man in the land of the hand to hand switch My niggas holdin' the Addy's when they out of Xan's It's back to the old shit Pat Quinn got my niggas trading in their old tools I was eatin' waveforms, shittin' on the Pro Tools Hopeful my vocals, make a nigga strong like Goku Blow god smoke, make an archangel choke I don't travel, I smuggle DEA, say I'm dope And don't let Drake take a quote when I'm dead For a record I'll haunt that nigga in a second [Verse 5: Vic Mensa] Curse to the brand, truth to the fame '68 Camaro, I'm ridin' it in the rain Shorty say she seen me on TV, it ain't a thing Chuck on his old school, I'm feelin' like Dana Dane Or like Big Daddy Kane with a gold chain Got a quarter P for a stain, and flipped the whole thing Nigga hit me up on the jack, told me shit's game Now I'm by the lake on the cellular while I get brain I'm a citizen, my truck when I switch lanes Shorty starts screamin', I told the bitch chill, damn Can't you see I'm leanin' and that purple in my brain? Give me aerosmith dreamin, I'm feelin' like Willie Beamen On a Sunday night, flight Monday Still in the air in the airplane, hit the runway Smokin' on that picante, shit be the cross country Dub sack in one day, OJ and the Bombay