Token – Chit Chat

Token – Chit Chat Lyrics

Artist: Token
Song: Chit Chat

Red
(Oh my God, Ronny)
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 m#th*rf#ck*r like it’s a cross and sh#t
G, Gs, C, Cs all on her bag and sh#t
Smack that ass, 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
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From the album:
Chit Chat [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021