Chit Chat

[Intro: Pi'erre Bourne]

Pi'erre Balmain (Balmain)

All this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh

Yeah

Say it with your chest nigga

[Chorus: Pi'erre Bourne & Wiz Khalifa]

All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)

All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)

All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)

All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)

All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)

All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)

All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)

All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Okay) (Ay)

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]

I might fuck once, I don't wanna call the bitch back

This ain't regular all this KK in a big bag

See my dawgs and all you see is fools with big racks

He at home, he tryna find out where his bitch at

All these niggas, you ain't practice you ain't ballin' with us

Put my all in, you be conscious with it

Make em' sick, I got em' nauseous

Cullinan wonder what it-what it cost

I ain't just come up, I been putting work in, lil' nigga

Grindin' for mine that's for certain

Now I get a hundred for verses, and fuck it, my record is perfect

Don't listen to—

[Chorus: Pi'erre Bourne & Wiz Khalifa]

All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Hahaha) (Ay)

All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Uh) (Ay)

All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (It's gang-gang over everything, so) (Ay)

All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Fuck is you talkin' 'bout, bitch?) (Ay)

All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)

All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)

All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)

All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)

[Verse 2: Pi'erre Bourne]

Whole clique fresh, look like Easter

I get cheese like its pizza

I'm getting bread look like pita

I'm with Yeezy, no Adidas

You rock Yeezy, I just seen him

I get richer with my Visa

Murakami stack three meters, niggas bitches, niggas divas

Beat the pussy up like Tina

I'll be Martin, you'll be Gina

We gon' kick it like it's FIFA

I like liquor, I like reefer

Let's get baked, like Anita

Smokin' paper, Wiz Khalifa

Stackin' paper, I'm a reader

Sick of these niggas, I got a fever

[Chorus: Pi'erre Bourne]

All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)

All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)

All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)

All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)

All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)

All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)

All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)

All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Ay)