Chris Rock Lyrics

They want me to fall off the tip top

I just spent it all on a wrist watch (On a wrist watch)

Brodie pour the drank sipping big Wock

Everybody hates on $wifty like I'm Chris Rock

All my OGs whipping out them big pots (Big pots)

If it's bout that cheese I make a pit stop (Pit stop)

If it's pressure we gon get em pissed on (Pissed on)

Louis on me baby I got real sauce yeah

Baby I got real sauce yeah

Yeah I took a big loss ooh

Yeah I step round with them big dogs ooh

Yeah I know we got em pissed off ooh (Yeah)

You got game nigga yeah I doubt that (Doubt that)

Real pain niggas don't know bout that (Don't know bout that)

Real pain niggas they ain't felt that no

No change nigga had to bounce back (Woah)

We was down bad then we bounced back (Yeah)

Every time I win I don't announce it (No)

I just put that shit on can't pronounce it (No)

I got zero tolerance for nonsense (Yeah)

That shit super trash so tell your engineer don't bounce it

Nigga say he got them P's I promise he got ounces

Only keep them blues because it's easier to count it (Yeah)

Came from counting twenties thought we needed an accountant

Thought we needed an accountant

All that hate inside they heart I know these niggas doubt me

Yeah I know these niggas doubt me

They want me to fall off the tip top

I just spent it all on a wrist watch (On a wrist watch)

Brodie pour the drank sipping big Wock

Everybody hates on $wifty like I'm Chris Rock

All my OGs whipping out them big pots (Big pots)

If it's bout that cheese I make a pit stop (Pit stop)

If it's pressure we gon get em pissed on (Pissed on)

Louis on me baby I got real sauce yeah (Yeah)