WALE - Chain Music lyrics

rate me

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 ho to speed up

She slow and she can 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

Put my pride in the pen, cuh

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

Now them broads gon' follow

(Chain so big, can't pop my collar)

Silly bitches gon' follow

(Chain so big, can't pop my collar)

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 has 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 clash

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, shoutout to Mrs. Tubman

Shoutout 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

Ben Baller, 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 f-ckers all know my name

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains