Chips & Juice

[Intro]
Yeah, groovy
Okay, okay
Bitch smell like Gucci cologne
We need bitch in the after hours
No fatigue, baby, okay

[Chorus]
Tell 'em, “Cut the check,” just do it, yeah, just do it
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh, got the juice
Yeah, I got the juice, chips too, what's cool?
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I got lay me down to sleep, pray my forces never crease)
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I get fly before I wake, this Louis visor from '08)

[Verse 1]
Young nigga went from Missouri to bonjour
Think a lot, my Benz, my nigga, whip garbanzo
Fuck her in the mornin', I'm Alonzo
Told 'em that I'm goin'
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh
Flintstones, all smokin' yabba-dabba-doobies
Had to thank the Lord for another opportunity
I heard she don't want me no more
Fuck it, she a tuna fish (More Hennessy)
Thank the Lord for another opportunity (More Hennessy)
Pour it up, mm, pass it to the community
I crease her in my forces, but I never crease my Forces

[Chorus]
Tell 'em, “Cut the check,” just do it, yeah, just do it
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh, got the juice
Yeah, I got the juice, chips too, what's cool?
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I got lay me down, now leap)
(Pray my forces step 'bout three)
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I get fly before I wake, this Louis from 'bout '08)

[Bridge]
I like her, she a lil' Chicago
She leper-Kanye
I found her lil' ass in the Tahoe
Struck an ass all day
I pull up "Ooh" in the Bronco
Kush and OJ
And I just did a show in Toronto
Word, Drake

[Refrain]
I heard she don't want me no more
Fuck it, she a tuna fish (More Hennessy)
Thank the Lord for another opportunity (More Hennessy)
Pour it up, mm, pass it to the community

[Chorus]
Tell 'em, “Cut the check,” just do it, yeah, just do it
When I shoot my shot, it goes swoosh, got the juice
Yeah, I got the juice, chips too, what's cool?
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I got lay me down, now leap)
(Pray my forces step 'bout three)
Three hundred and fourteen proof, what's cool?
(And I get fly before I wake, this Louis from 'bout '08)