Token – Chit Chat Lyrics

Token – Chit Chat Lyrics
Token – Chit Chat Lyrics

 

Chit Chat Lyrics By Token

Sit on the couch, ho
Pimp sh*t intro to outro
Rich and I’m shallow, spit like thinkin’ I might choke
Drink like Cinco de Mayo
Tints on the ride home, b*tch I’ve been tryna hide
Pop sh*t like Prince or a Michael

All white whip, it’s albino
By no means I’ma quit, I’ma die on top
Pop-pop to the enemy
Shot with a cop-cop tendency
Hot like I got-got felony
Gotta to be a dog, top, top, top pedigree
Give me top-top in the top-top mezzanine
While my opener on, right-right in front of me

Gotta f*ck three for the night to be fun to me
Swipe, swipe, check the price, all on me
Homie is the best, strap to your chest like, like dungaree
Enemy, I hold smoke, bro I’m chim-chimney
I’m Soho living but I’m homegrown mentally
I’m so-so wise that the homies tryna get like me
My bro-bro from Brooklyn, he call his timbs Timothy

A boatload of women like we’re goin’ on a trip
Don’t trip ’cause my bro’s clip so-so finicky
The slowmo f*ckin’ with the cold-cold Hennessy
Put me at peace like when KC and JoJo sing to me
“What the f*ck?”
By 9 PM I need a possible b*tch at the crib (f*ck)
Hop up in the sleigh with a big bag of gifts (f*ck)
I don’t put my time into chitchat, I’m rich (f*ck)

Hop up in a sleigh with a big bag of gifts (f*ck)
Take it through the city and give back to kids (f*ck)
When she get to toppin’, I Big Mac the b*tch (f*ck)
I don’t put my time into chitchat, I’m rich
Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich

She f*ck like a celebrity more than me, uh-huh
I gotta repeat if she freak-freak, uh-huh
I never cheat-cheat but I see three of ’em
T-T, she call me T, I’m the boss and sh*t
Pray to that motherf*cker like it’s a cross and sh*t
G, Gs, C, Cs all on her bag and sh*t
Smack that a**, now it’s redder than some MAGA sh*t

Stuntin’ like my daddy when I’m snappin’ at the mic
Trigger-happy, kitty catty on my lap, I got the mice
Nice fanny pack, I got a couple K, and that’s light
“Baby, did you really make a inde milli?” That’s right
All the women pretty, more petty than that
Chameleon with everything because I really adapt

I line them up and I’m like Kanye and 50 in the Rolling Stone
Head to head to head to head to head to head to head
Treat the homies like a bread knife, break bread
I be tryna count the bread ’til I’m braindead
Fresh, so clean, I do what Andre said
Baby, I ain’t from Atlanta, I look like a bank-head

Head of the bank offices
Credit with great confidence
‘Bouta cop the presidential, I never debate politics
Henny, I’m eight bottles in
Baby, I’m faded, take me to bed where the runway model is
f*ck, what time is it? ‘Cause
“What the f*ck?”

By 9 PM I need a possible b*tch at the crib (f*ck)
Hop up in the sleigh with a big bag of gifts (f*ck)
I don’t put my time into chitchat, I’m rich (f*ck)
Hop up in a sleigh with a big bag of gifts (f*ck)
Take it through the city and give back to kids (f*ck)
When she get to toppin’, I Big Mac the b*tch (f*ck)
I don’t put my time into chitchat, I’m rich
Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich