[Intro: Chippy Nonstop and Big Baby Gandhi]
Yo, yo, Gandhi (Big Baby Gandhi)
Ha, swag (Swag)
Chippy Nonstop (Suck my dick, bitch)
Swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag, swag (I don't give a fuck about you)
[Verse 1: Big Baby Gandhi]
Baby from the bottom, Chippy on top
Young Chippy Nonstop, nah, Chippy don't stop
Story tell guap, call me Pippy Longstock
Diddy long bop, got my city on lock
Club kinda credit, you can get it with your man's, though
Hold my hands slow, steppin' to the dance floor
Girls love me, I'm an asshole
If I wasn't, why you rubbing on my pants for?
Burn in the venue, hot like volcanoes
Still keep the Hindu on top of the table
Don't know what I've been through just so I can lay low
Tres nouveau if the Gandhi say so
Truth be told, clubbing ain't my thing
That shit last night must've been something in my drink
Her song come on, she like, "Pumpkin, what you think?"
Beat come on, start jumping on my dick
[Hook: Chippy Nonstop]
Yo, motherfucker, what the fuck was your name?
I was shaking my ass while you spitting that game
All up in the cut, checking, checking that brown
Tell the bartender Chippy need another round
Can't find your bitch? She in the lost and found
Rail her all night 'til she in the dog pound
Circle all around me, I'ma need a fucking crowd
This cash in my hand, yeah, I'm fucking icy
You want to be? You want to fucking wife me?
I don't think so, bitch
[Verse 2: Big Baby Gandhi]
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
All dogs go to heaven, stay repping
On my j-f'ing, ten days I ain't slept in
Girls like the way I never swept them
Neglect them, spit it to they best friend
Best to expect the unexpected
Inspector Gadget, ten steps I'm blasted
So ahead of my time, I'm sent mixed and mastered
Thin chicks that's plastic, fat chicks that's nasty
? pissed and after, them chicks harassed us
Fat butts, but they never pass blunts
I'm her favorite rapper, hold cash in a bunch
Third-favorite beat maker, she don't get to see paper
Eighth-favorite blogger, twelfth-favorite muff-diver
Eat pussy savage, I'm an eighty-fiver
?, young Benny Lava
From ?, spit the blah blah
Keep a pretty bitch like Gaga
Baby the father, what's up, what's up?
[Verse 3: Chippy Nonstop]
Racks on racks on motherfucking racks
Rack City never looked the same without Chippy
Rubbing money all over these titties
You think you can fool me, you think I'm fucking serious?
Nah, motherfucker, I'm just so hilarious
Come on, bitch, get it, you know I give it good
The 808 bang, we rapping from the hood
Chippy's what I bang, playing no games
The other bitches wack, they be acting all the same
I come fresh, I come clean, walk out my way
Chippy's so chippy, mane, Chippy's so freaky, mane
Gandhi that motherfucker playing no games
Riding in trains, fucking in planes
I'm higher than a motherfucker, high like a plane
I fucked your bitch the other day, tell me, who's to blame, bitch?
Tell me, who's to blame, bitch?
[Outro: Chippy Nonstop and Big Baby Gandhi]
Yo, Gandhi, you got this
Yo, we out
Rubbing money all over these titties
Rubbing money all over these titties
Rubbing money all over (My, my dick)
Rubbing money all over (My, my dick)
Rubbing money all over these titties
Rubbing money all over these titties
Rubbing money all over (My, my dick)
Rubbing money all over (My, my dick)
