Acrimoney by SWENDAL Lyrics

[Intro: Yacoo D.B.H.S]
A bitch is a bitch
So if I'm poor or rich
 talk in the exact same pitch
Now the title bitch don't apply to all women
But all women have a little bitch in 'em




[Verse 1: SWENDAL]

Since a Kidd yeah I wanted to be rich
Ho I'm on my grind I don't want for shit
I go so hard on my tip
Competition sending letters like won't you quit
Naw
Young and I'm armed
With a gun and a brain like Escobar
They let ya play the game
Only get so far
Can't keep hold if ya grip ain't hard
Can't keep up with dis car
Gotta Chop shop flow
Tears yours apart
Got No heart for slick remarks
Swendal bout money
Feelin it in my tummy
Always been fly even if I was bummy
I was prolly coming out that spot
Witta Pocket full of that gwap
Chalupa astronauts
Put that Onna bitch Onna thristy Thot
HuH


[Chorus: Yacoo D.B.H.S]

I’m out for da chips
Bitch make me rich
Just go hard and stick to the script
I’m on my tip
Real high nigga
Chalupa mind in figgas
Get it
Multiply digits
Blue faces stack them digits
Stay heated cuz haters gone envy
Get ya bands up ya smell me
I’m out for the chips


[Verse 2: Fatso Loso]

I hit the road and I do the most
I sent the how just to get the doe
I’m on the block what they hittin for
I Strech the work like a physical
The bitches you niggas is fucking is pitiful
The burners on me are identical
Im such a nifty individual
But far from a criminal
Keep ya bullshit to a minimal
It ain’t directly or subliminal
I’m all about a grip if you didn’t know
Hold up wait a min
You can’t be having 1 foot out and you still in it
That’s like tryna claim you bang but you ain’t with it
You say you really bout that life but you ain’t hit shit man
If you getting chips don’t step to this
If you wanna get rich step with us
Cuz we be on some other shit
On some other other other other other shit knocking out your whole click

[Chorus: Yacoo D.B.H.S]

I’m out for da chips
Bitch make me rich
Just go hard and stick to the script
I’m on my tip
Real high nigga
Chalupa mind in figgas
Get it
Multiply digits
Blue faces stack them digits
Stay heated cuz haters gone envy
Get ya bands up ya smell me
I’m out for the chips

[Outro: KEBA]

All the chips
The chips
The chips
The chips ( All My Chips Baby)
The chips
The chips
The chips ( you know I gotta get all my chips)
The chips
The chips
The chips
The chips
The chips
The chips
The chips
The chips
The chips
The chips
Oh baby
Ohhh
Ohh
Gotta get all
Gotta get all my chips
Gotta get all my chips
Gotta get all my chips
No
Gotta get all my chips