Chit Chat chords by Token

♫ Intro:
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Red
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(Oh my God, Ronny)

VERSE ONE:
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Sit on the couch, ho
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Pimp shit intro to outro
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Rich and I'm shallow, spit like thinkin' I might choke
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Drink like Cinco de Mayo
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Tints on the ride home, bitch I’ve been tryna hide
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Pop shit like Prince or a Michael
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All white whip, it’s albino
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By no means I’ma quit, I’ma die on top
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Pop pop to the enemy
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Shot with a cop cop tendency
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Hot like I got got felony
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Gotta to be a dog, top, top, top pedigree
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Give me top top in the top top mezzanine
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While my opener on, right right in front of me
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Gotta fuck three for the night to be fun to me
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Swipe, swipe, check the price, all on me
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Homie is the best, strap to your chest like, like dungaree
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Enemy, I hold smoke, bro I’m chim chimney
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I’m Soho living but I’m homegrown mentally
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I’m so so wise that the homies tryna get like me
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My bro bro from Brooklyn, he call his timbs Timothy
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A boatload of women like we’re goin' on a trip
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Don’t trip 'cause my bro’s clip so so finicky
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The slowmo fuckin' with the cold cold Hennessy
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Put me at peace like when KC and JoJo sing to me

♫ Chorus:
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“What the fuck ”
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By  PM I need a possible bitch at the crib (Fuck)
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Hop up in the sleigh with a big bag of gifts (Fuck)
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I don’t put my time into chitchat, I’m rich (Fuck)
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Hop up in a sleigh with a big bag of gifts (Fuck)
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Take it through the city and give back to kids (Fuck)
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When she get to toppin', I Big Mac the bitch (Fuck)
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I don’t put my time into chitchat, I'm rich
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Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich

VERSE TWO:
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She fuck like a celebrity more than me, uh huh
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I gotta repeat if she freak freak, uh huh
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I never cheat cheat but I see three of 'em
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T T, she call me T, I’m the boss and shit
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Pray to that motherfucker like it’s a cross and shit
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G, Gs, C, Cs all on her bag and shit
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Smack that ass, now it’s redder than some MAGA shit
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Stuntin' like my daddy when I’m snappin' at the mic
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Trigger happy, kitty catty on my lap, I got the mice
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Nice fanny pack, I got a couple K, and that’s light
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"Baby, did you really make a inde milli " That’s right
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All the women pretty, more petty than that
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Chameleon with everything because I really adapt
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I line them up and I’m like Kanye and 50 in the Rolling Stone
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Head to head to head to head to head to head to head
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Treat the homies like a bread knife, break bread
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I be tryna count the bread 'til I’m braindead
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Fresh, so clean, I do what Andre said
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Baby I ain’t from Atlanta, I look like a bank head
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Head of the bank offices
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Credit with great confidence
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'Bouta cop the presidential, I never debate politics
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Henny, I’m eight bottles in
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Baby, I’m faded, take me to bed where the runway model is
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Fuck, what time is it? 'Cause



♫ Chorus:
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“What the fuck ”
Cm
By  PM I need a possible bitch at the crib (Fuck)
Cm
Hop up in the sleigh with a big bag of gifts (Fuck)
Cm
I don’t put my time into chitchat, I’m rich (Fuck)
Cm
Hop up in a sleigh with a big bag of gifts (Fuck)
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Take it through the city and give back to kids (Fuck)
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When she get to toppin', I Big Mac the bitch (Fuck)
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I don’t put my time into chitchat, I'm rich
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Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich