CASINO CHINO (Deluxe) Lyrics

Round and around

Round and round

Round and round the table, round and round

The little stupid ball go on the roulette table, yeah

Round and round, round and round, ye, round and round, round and round she goes

Round and round, round and round, ye, round and round, round and round, round and Round she goes

Shit it hit! Yeah I'm up thirty-six, yeah

Split it, yeah, get it, whip it, get a brick, get zippin', yeah, motha fucka's, yeah

Don't know how I get the money, bloody money

Yeah, I launder it at the fuckin' chino Yeah

Shit it hit, up thirty-six, ye, get a brick, split it with my homies, yeah, yeah, one K, on Double Zero Shit it hit up thirty-six

I ain't no low key, secret agent, yeah, 007

But, I spread it no smooth peanut butter

But, I'ma fuckin' put it on seven

Because I like that kind of number (spread that shit, zero Zero, hmmm)

Secret agent James Bond, double zero, I'm the hero, up thirty-six (shit it hit)

One K on my number, yo, then it hit (shit it hit)

Up thirty-six, now I'm winning, oh ya (Thirty-six Racks)

You know that I'm fuckin' gonna make a comeback

Up thirty-six, up seventy-two, act a fool, you, because I'm the sharpest tool in the shed

Coming through at the chino fuck Im down to zero

Now I put two K on double zero, shit it Fuckin' hit

Up thirty-six (times two)

You know that I'm fuckin' gonna leave real quick, got the stacks, pockets fat

Rat-a-tat-tat, got that pokemon, no quick attack, but, I'll hit you in the head with the Baseball bat (dinger)

If you fuckin' owe me loot, cause I need my money to hit the chino

Shit, I'm back down to Zero

Shit, I gotta put some loot, yeah, back on double zero to the fuckin' seven

I ain't no James Bond agent (boom)

But, I'm gonna put the stack on thirty-six (boom)

Shit it hit, yeah, I'm up 36, you know That I got The loot

Bloody money at the fuckin' chino

When I come through, got the biggest bag in the room I got the loot

Gettin' down and dirty, yeah, you so flirty, yeah

At the Chino, yeah, I'm gonna go down to Zero

With a you, you my fuckin' hoe

At the chino

Round and around

Why I keep doin' this to myself, get anxiety, hit the fuckin' chino, and I lose it all

But, low-key, I got the brain, with my low-key little fuckin' shawty

I met at a slot machine

She a hot biddie