Chon Chon Lyrics

New whip got auto pilot

I ain't even gotta drive

Burn 3 5 in the backseat

Hoes running after me

Everyday is a track meet

You press me

I take your girl

How sad would that be

When I get this money

Watch the kid go insane

Cop a crib

Then I'm seeing Johnny dang

Bros love it when I rap

Hoes love it when I sang

From 94 till now

I been kicking straight game

I'm just whipping through the city

Been had the hoes in Seven Oaks

When I Show up I do the most

Then I disappear like a ghost

I see your girl got a bon bon

I heard she wanna give me

Chon chon

I'm at Pf Chang dolo

Eating crab wontons

You a sideline cheerleader

Grab the pom poms

Pirelli tires when I pull up

I'm the shit

So I'm rocking Gucci pull ups

This s550 got room put my foot up

I throw money in the air

You throw yo hood up

That's why we are not the same

Hella different

You niggas focused

On the wrong thangs

Money change a lot of people

Have em looking real strange

Play it safe hit the blinker

When I'm swerving in the lane

Mr wavy tapping in

If you rapping then lil homey what's happening

In the studio I feel so comfy

If you bring any hoes

Man they can't be ugly

Combo to the safe

Gotta put the dough away

Man that girl straight trash dog

She a throwaway

You ain't even got a drum

Put that little pole away

My Gucci wallet screaming out broke bitches go away

Whoa

I'm just whipping through the city

Been had the hoes in seven oaks

When I Show up I do the most

Then I disappear like a ghost

I see your girl got a bon bon

I heard she wanna give me

Chon chon

I'm at pf Chang dolo

Eating crab wontons

You a sideline cheerleader

Grab the pom poms

Had to hit em with the laser

He was one tap

Fuck it hit the nigga with a taser

Shorty like how I taste

This a brand new flavor

Walking in the function sharper than a new razor

Passive income

Getting money quick

Gave you $20

How you walking round like

You don't owe me shit

Calm down lil bruh

Get a couple sticks

Now niggas wanna act tough

Oh no

Go against the wave

You better quit that

I took a couple Ls

But fuck it

I got get back

I already hit it

Now I'm asking where yo friend at

Money conversations

I ain't really with the chit chat nigga

I'm just whipping through the city

Been had the hoes in Seven Oaks

When I Show up I do the most

Then I disappear like a ghost

I see your girl got a bon bon

I heard she wanna give me

Chon chon

I'm at Pf Chang dolo

Eating crab wontons

You a sideline cheerleader

Grab the pom poms