Anye Elite - Chip

Uh
Uh
(Let's get this shit)

Nasty, Still at the ball looking classy
Yeah, I'm at the Gala you in the Impala
Bananas
Pancake with the flip
He already know that I'm with the shits
He call me cookie I'm his chocolate chip

Hot like straight off the skillet
Still Let me get comfy
Give me a minute
You know when I’m wit it
Throwing it back starting to wiggle
CEO but still love like f boy
Submissive although Im the boss boy
Role playing like I don’t call the shots boy
Play my part til its finished
After dat
Then Im back in my spot boy
Its my body to rock
It’s my body to rock
But behind closed door
Baby it’s all your
Once we get started
I always want more
If you get tired
Just lay in it boy
Long as thang
Keep on jumping for joy
Then I’ll keep it bumping
Til 6 in the morning

Nasty
Still at the ball looking classy
Yeah I’m at the gala
You in the impala
Banana
Pancake with the flip
He already know I’m with the shit
He call me cookie
I’m his chocolate chip

Let
He said he like me better with the jock off
Tell him baby
If I start to touch it
Then baby boy you gon have to jump on it
Pancake wit the flip
If that’s the kinda mood you in
Otherwise nigga let me stay in it
Had bout four or five drinks
Lissen
I’m tryna get it in
Like a bad bitch sinning

Put some of my bitches oh the track
Then we brought bags out
Always and forever ima make some room
For my niggas to fag out
Type of living
Bring all the cash and the wags out
Out on bourbon at essence with our ass out
Nasty
Still at the ball looking classy
Yeah I’m at the gala
You in the impala
Banana
Pancake with the flip
He already know I’m with the shit
He call me cookie
I’m his chocolate chip

Shit