Chain Swang

[Intro: BIA]

Uh...ya know...usually

Normally I wouldn't be this arrogant or cocky but you know I'm feeling like new money lately cause this is a lot of new things goin' on, takin a new turn in my life

[Verse 1: BIA]

Uh, yo

New money, callin' me new money

On my way, BoA, I'm laughing like who funny

Pre-Madonna, this beauty a form of honor

I could keep it wet for you baby I'm like a sauna

Oh, you nasty? Oochie wally wally

Oh, she trashy? Oh, she prolly prolly

I do this effortless, knocking goals off the check-it list

Movin' on up in this bitch I feel like The Jeffersons, huh

Let's get deeper, don't let the devil defeat ya

Lost my laptop last month whoever found it can keep it

That just motivated me to sit and write a little deeper

Come and penetrate ya speakers and I never used a penis

I be hearin' other rappers like "I never wanna be this

" Lawd this shit too hard" (Oh yeah)

This that type of shit that had Augustus fighting Caesar

In a more simplistic meaning

I would lyrically defeat ya

[Chorus: BIA]

I got my money up baby I chain swang [x3]

I chain swang, ch-ch-chang swang

I got my money up baby I chain swang [x3]

I chain swang, ch-ch-chang swang

[Verse 2: Pharrell Williams]

Ay cuz I hang out with guns

Sometimes I wear Uggs, Kanye shrugs

I wear jackets the same color as bugs (Woo!)

My niggas puff buds, a hundreds dollars a puff (Woo!)

Sometimes I fly the same planes as Puff

Sometimes them planes ain't enough

I rock Céline like I'm a queen

But I'm not a drag, Hermès rag, Hermès rag

I had the biggest fuckin' size that...uh Hermès had

They be like

Is he that or is he this

Is he really riding in Rolls Royce like Richie Rich, click it bitch

It's on the internet

I got a 'Rari souped and that bitch fresh to death

I would keep talkin' about it except

I only drove it once that's the last time I left

[Chorus: BIA]

I got my money up baby I chain swang [x3]

I chain swang, ch-ch-chang swang

I got my money up baby I chain swang [x3]

I chain swang, ch-ch-chang swang

[Verse 3: Fam-Lay]

Look, there's a lot of motherfuckers I don't speak to

Cause there's a lot of motherfuckers gettin' seen through

Actin' different when they get 'round certain people

So I act like I don't see 'em when I breeze through

Look, look, look

Fam-Lay was never 'bout that phony shit

Speak one week, next you don't know me shit

Don't get me wrong don't erry nigga owe me shit

If it's a problem I'd respect it if you'd told me shit

Man, these bustas tryna find nice things to say over your body

I'm in the back seat sippin' Bacardi

Demon spits sparks from the shotty

I guarantee if you wake up it won't be a Bugatti

Vroom, [?]

You say my name, lights flick, I'm in the mirror

Pair of angel wings, dressed in all white

I hang ya angel wings for this long flight

[Chorus: BIA]

I got my money up baby I chain swang [x3]

I chain swang, ch-ch-chang swang

I got my money up baby I chain swang [x3]

I chain swang, ch-ch-chang swang

[Outro: Pharrell Williams]

Pack up, nigga

That's right

And I ain't takin' none of my ad-libs out, neither!