ChicFilA ft. 1KayAvonn & Fleezy McFly Lyrics

100,000 times ten, I want a fucking million I don't cap inside my racks, I really fucking

Live it I was down bad on my dick, but now I'm getting

Chicken told me that she love me, told the bitch to

Get up out her feelings I'm DTB, nigga, I can't trust no cheap

I ain't in the fake shit for I too, but I got butt though

I remember I was broke, but now my pockets stay on jumbo

My young nigga went crazy, he got his chop and now he cut through

I got rich off my phone, nigga it ain't about the money, don't be blowin

On my phone, nigga she look good, told the bitch I'm tryna bone

I was getting to the money while you was at home, nigga

Nigga, we are not the same I been sippin' dirty Sprite just to ease the

Pain all this chicken, I'm beggin' to shit Chick-fil-A

Lil' mama think it's fucked, put it in my face

Nigga tryna go against the gang, I think his ass was laced

I'm high as fuck, got this pack, went to outer space

Jammerin', I'm in the field, bitch, I make it blaze

I sent my white boy on a skit, that's my nigga Jade

Closed casket, you couldn't see him, we shot him in his face

What's wrong with me, I'm scared of seven, I keep pouring eight

This bitch, she a thot, the only thing she can get is rudder blades

B.B. Boyz, that's the motherfuckin' gang, nigga

Fuck 12, free my pops from out that cage, nigga

Free all the niggas out, Billy Boyz, what the fuck goin' on

A nigga stabbed me in my back, that's okay, I'm bein' honest

My pops had him back, look like Diddy, Sean Cone

If this money shit hard, I'll make it through the phone

Shit, I ain't took a L yet, I feel like Bone John Jones

Shit, I remember I was broke, but my potty somethin' big

Got a nice heart thuggin' from the shit that I didn't dig

Niggas grew a perfect life, they can't tell me what it is

I jumped off the Porsche and I been havin' shit

All the niggas can't tell me what they been had

Shit, I been had

Hundred shots to your mans, get your get back

Niggas either die or the niggas got shit bagged

A dead man, now you sayin' you can't get back

It's automatic motion, Billy Boyz make it happen

My weak-ass opps only known for all that cappin

I don't even know anything about these niggas

I used to want the jelly, I'd take the drive-thru

My boy got the pack, take it to the hot spot

It's Chick-fil-A in my jeans, pay attention, nigga

All this money in my jeans, fuckin' bitches, nigga

I ain't even gotta move, let my youth do it

We don't even know this nigga, matter of fact, YouTube

Shoulders with a wide bust, bitch, lose

Fuck the shit about the bitch, record the shit, it's on tube

Get the thuggy on the back end

Have you ever got the ugly bitch and miss the bad friend

Emuliate this nigga, do the tap dance

My nigga here and get you with the tall ol' fat pants, nigga

I don't even know anything about these niggas

I used to want the jelly, I'd take the drive-thru

My boy got the pack, take it to the hot spot

It's Chick-fil-A in my jeans, pay attention, nigga

All this money in my jeans, fuckin' bitches, nigga

I ain't even gotta move, let my youth do it

We don't even know this nigga, matter of fact, YouTube