Wood Chips - The Anser

Champ in the buil', and what the deal? This about to be another jam on the reals You could dance if you with it with ya gams on stilts But ya can't-can't slip up on her dance floor She'll steal your man if she meet him, and ya man toss chips Went to France and Ibiza, hundred grand for the trip When I land, I get greeted with the Lamb on the strip Little Bam swiped her Visa for the glam and the fit Damn lil' diva you the champ, you the shit You the glamour, the glitz You a vamp, you a witch Listen up my nigga you a fan, you a trick You be amped to the spits, with ya mans in the whip And heard ya rich, heard ya rich nigga rich Heard ya clique hit a lick and ya stick to the bricks And if it splits, get ya cran and ya tips Put ya hand on ya dick, take a gander at this Hi, ribbon up my mind, open up my eyes Realise this, and show me, show-show me, one time (ay ay) Ride, a lift in your ride The look in your eyes I like it so won't ya show-show me, one time? (ay ay) Uh, uh, uh I'm everywhere you can't go I'm everywhere you wish you could I'm stitched-ed up in that Van Vogue My weave long and my pussy good I lift it up and I tip it slow That chocolate body, that tootsie roll That flirty Hershey, lawd' a mercy Do it to me, don't hurt me-hurt me Roly poly, float ya boatie Dick get up - it's so swolly-swolly Swollen-swollen, he holding-holding He packing pack and I'm throwing back And I'm counting racks while he lick the crack If he acting up then he getting slapped If I pop the truck then he getting clapped I'll pop ya rump, and I'll split ya back, uh Hi, ribbon up my mind, open up my eyes Realise this, and show me, show-show me, one time (ay ay) Ride, a lift in your ride The look in your eyes I like it so won't ya show-show me, one time? (ay ay) Can I get that? Can I get that whip? Can I take that trip? Can I get that grip? Can I split that chip with my bitch pack? Where my rich cats? Where ya keep that ship, when ya hit that strip? And ya hit that sand, in the sand, get a tan on ya six pack Where my bitch pack? Where ya get them clothes? How you make that roll? How you make that dough? Sip it slow, sip it slow, sip it, sit back Quit the chit chat, 'fore I grip that 4, and I lift your soul When I lick that, go nigga, go nigga... Hi, ribbon up my mind, open up my eyes Realise this, and show me, show-show me, one time (ay ay) Ride, a lift in your ride The look in your eyes I like it so won't ya show-show me, one time? (ay ay) Uh, uh, uh