Famous Dex – Blue Chips (feat. Rich The Kid)

[Intro]
30 you a fool for this one
Ayy, ayy
Mike Dean you can’t do this to them man

[Chorus]
Stackin’ the green and the blue chips
My whip is white like Cool Whip
My wrist a pool, come take a dip
I’m running around with two chicken strips
I’m so up (I’m so up)
Double cup (Double cup)
Ac it up!
Can’t sit with us
Huh

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
I’m on the jet
You can’t sit with us, it’s a bet (a bet)
We should add this back
I know the ac is bad
Fuck a lil’ bitch from the back
I heard she wack
You can get hit with the MAC
I do not handle that
I said my shooters gon’ handle that
(Huh, yeah, huh)
Sippin’ (huh)
I ain’t never trippin’ (huh)
Fuck yo bitch she missing (huh)
Call me Scottie Pippin
Ball like Scottie Pippin, money old
Lookin’ at my diamonds, yeah, your shit looking old (so old)
My diamonds are froze, your bitch on gold
Sniffin’ coca nose
I’mma keep it on the low, I ain’t gonna tell nobody (huh, yeah)
They don’t want me, you might catch a body
(Huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah)
Extra body

[Chorus]
Stackin’ the green and the blue chips
My whip is white like Cool Whip
My wrist a pool, come take a dip
I’m running around with two chicken strips
I’m so up (I’m so up)
Double cup (Double cup)
Ac it up!
Can’t sit with us
Huh

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Pour the ac out the freezer, pour a two liter
And now my bitch she need a visa, she is such a eater
Smoking cookie now, everything bust down
Rich forever, bitch we up now
You hatin’, we grindin’ ’till sundown!
Hol’ up
Fuck around, got rich, pockets so swole up (I’m rich)
When I get the Bentley back imma do a few donuts
You niggas so broke yeah
Gangster bitch she be tryna come over
Fuck her on the sofa
Rent girl be missing, put her on a poster
(Ooh)
Real big diamonds on me I can blind a bitch
Gucci, Givenchy, designer shit
Sniffinè the coke when she suck the dick
Bitch it ain’t nothing I pour a six
Ac come in, I sip it quick
These niggas be hating, I’m finally rich

[Chorus]
Stackin’ the green and the blue chips
My whip is white like Cool Whip
My wrist a pool, come take a dip
I’m running around with two chicken strips
I’m so up (I’m so up)
Double cup (Double cup)
Ac it up!
Can’t sit with us
Huh

[Outro]
30 you a fool for this one

YoungRichChris – Digits lyrics

[Hook]
These bitches keep on bitchin’
These niggas keep on wishin’
I cook the codinde in the kitchen
I”m countin all of my chickens
Man,free my nigga he locked in prison
He didnt pay for the ticket
But Aye aye aye aye i keep them digits,i keep them digits,i keep them
Digits
I keep them digits,i keep them digits, i keep them digits, i keep them
Digits

[Verse 1]
Yeah,I keep them digits
I’m counting all of my chickens
I got theses hoes switchin’
And they washin my dishes
The loud got me trippin’
I’m Shootin’ up theses niggas like I’m Scottie Pippin yeah like Scottie
Pippin
Niggas tryin be in the wave
Yo bitch is my slave
She goin DatWay
I’ve been trappin all day
Niggas watch what they say
Got the money and the K
Theses Lil niggas playing games
Theses Lil niggas go insane
Fake niggas tellin stories
Talk about getting brain
Talk about getting brain
Yeah, Talk about gettin’ brain
I Knew this dude he was Spanish I mean he from Spain
He was on that purple rain
He been to bando
Niggas played him like a piano
He played them back like Nintendo
They asked what was his name and it was Fernando
I heard he been to Orlando
I know a dude named Orlando
Ight let just trap to bando

[Hook]
These bitches keep on bitchin’
These niggas keep on wishin’
I cook the codinde in the kitchen
I”m countin all of my chickens
Man,free my nigga he locked in prison
He didnt pay for the ticket
But i keep them digits,i keep them digits,i keep them digits
I keep them digits,i keep them digits, i keep them digits, i keep them
Digits

[Verse 2-YRC]
Ooh,I feel Like Yatchy
I’m fuckin’ on theses thotties
Niggas gettin’ missin, they loses bodies
Ooh I’m whippin in my fucking Audi
I know Christmas passed but I want a bitch who is naughty
Not a bitch who is snotty
Yeah I want her to be bad & boujee I drop a 50 in some fucking blue chesse
I pipe it up and get it missin
I got bitches kissin
And they keep on switchin
My a-Game on twitch
Got so much money I might be rich
Theses fake niggas talkin’ shit
I got vans on my feet
Niggas trappin to beat
Man fuck a seat belt
Watch the fuckin seat melt
I ain’t no Christian but I pray before eat
I keep the key to the street
I keep the key to the street
Yeah,I keep the key to the street
I got the key to the street
Wait, i keep the key to the street?

[Hook]
These bitches keep on bitchin’
These niggas keep on wishin’
I cook the codinde in the kitchen
I”m countin all of my chickens
Man, free my nigga he locked in prison
He didnt pay for the ticket
But aye aye aye aye i keep them digits, i keep them digits,i keep them
Digits
I keep them digits,i keep them digits, i keep them digits, i keep them
Digits