Durel made the beat, I'ma rock with it
DJ Durel
F*ck my lil' money, I want a lil' mouth (su')
Skeet on the couch and I'm out (skeet)
F*ck that lil' shit that you talkin' 'bout (huh)
My wrist worth a Bentley Bentayga now (skrrt)
F*ck that lil' bitch, we gon' take her down (smash)
Ice on the wrist, kiss the finger now (ice)
Big double cup with the pinky out (double cup)
Blue Benjis long like a slinky now
Lockin' in, you know the gang, we lockin' in (lockin' in)
Hustlin', yeah, stuff your pockets in (hustlin')
Jet with no passengers flyin' in (gone)
Yeah, yeah, poppin' shit (poppin' shit)
Lil' bro ain't gon' play when he poppin' it (rahh)
Ain't nothin' to say, no apologies (no)
Get back to the trap on the wireless (brrt, brrt)
Blessin' the city (city)
We goin' vacuum seal when we finish
You know the players like the racks skinny (skinny)
I'm talkin' all clean, blue Benjis
You know I told your bitch if I'ma I spin it (spin it)
She gotta drop her top and show her titties
I got the thirty on me when I hit it (hit it)
I gave her ten to three, I told 'em split it
42 with a little X, she gon' mix it (woo)
It's ice on both hands, put 'em up, no violence (freeze)
Fire, (brrt) and start hearin' the sirens (whoo, whoo)
They wanna go viral (he want to)
Hop in my coupe, drop the top of my roof
Pull off and skirt my tires (skkrt, yeah)
Bad bitches be hotter
Walk in the spot and we finna surprise 'em (ooh, que lo que)
F*ck my lil' money, I want a lil' mouth (su')
Skeet on the couch and I'm out (skeet)
F*ck that lil' shit that you talkin' 'bout (huh)
My wrist worth a Bentley Bentayga now (skrrt)
F*ck that lil' bitch, we gon' take her down (smash)
Ice on the wrist, kiss the finger now (ice)
Big double cup with the pinky out (double cup)
Blue Benjis long like a slinky now
Lockin' in, you know the gang, we lockin' in (lockin' in)
Hustlin', yeah, stuff your pockets in (hustlin')
Jet with no passengers flyin' in (gone)
Yeah, yeah, poppin' shit (poppin' shit)
Lil' bro ain't gon' play when he poppin' it (rahh)
Ain't nothin' to say, no apologies (no)
Get back to the trap on the wireless (brrt, brrt)
Lock in the bando, I don't need nothin' but water
The baking soda then I whip 'til it's harder
I popped out the crib with your lil' bitty daughter
I f*cked her, then put that lil' ho on the MARTA
The Bentley, the 'Rari, I swap with the Benz
Parked the Rolls car, then hopped in a sedan
I just had got that lil' bitch from my mans
So I was f*ckin' that ho with my chain in my hand
All gold Rollie with a off-white tan
My son got a Saint Laurent ring on his hand
I just copped some molly, was looking like sand
Shittin' on you niggas, I don't care 'bout shit stains
I was kickin' my shit, like Jackie Chan
Peanut butter wrist, f*ck a nigga sayin'?
Take it off his wrist, serve a nigga strand
Look at my neck and my wrist from 'Pan
Big face Patek with a chocolate band (yeah)
Look at my wrist, doin' techno dance (techno dance)
Bought an aircraft, I landed on land (land)
Luger Lex flex, two-hundred on sedan (two-hundred)
Thirty-five hundred on blue jean pants (yeah, suede)
Yeah, Chrome Heart brand (Chrome)
Throwin' the money up, barely pop another band (pop another tag)
Bitch pussy poppin' on the stand (whoa)
We red light, green light, all of 'em gettin' ran (skrrt)
Pretty bitches OD, and all of 'em gettin' ran (all of 'em gettin' ran)
F*ck all the police, free my dawg out the can (whoa)
Whip top off the V, double cup in my hand (skrrt)
Big Dior IP, drip in Louis V Vans (uh)
Lookin' at me like she want a advance (whoa)
I take one more pill and the rest will enhance
Young Wunna, yeah, might cost your arm and a leg (arm and a leg)
F*ck my lil' money, I want a lil' mouth (su')
Skeet on the couch and I'm out (skeet)
F*ck that lil' shit that you talkin' 'bout (huh)
My wrist worth a Bentley Bentayga now (skrrt)
F*ck that lil' bitch, we gon' take her down (smash)
Ice on the wrist, kiss the finger now (ice)
Big double cup with the pinky out (double cup)
Blue Benjis long like a slinky now
Lockin' in, you know the gang, we lockin' in (lockin' in)
Hustlin', yeah, stuff your pockets in (hustlin')
Jet with no passengers flyin' in (gone)
Yeah, yeah, poppin' shit (poppin' shit)
Lil' bro ain't gon' play when he poppin' it (rahh)
Ain't nothin' to say, no apologies (no)
Get back to the trap on the wireless (brrt, brrt)
Chocolate Video (MV)
Performed By: Quavo
Written by: Daryl Mcpherson, Jeffrey Williams, Kirsnick Ball, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Raymond Christopher Herring, Sergio Kitchens
Quavo - Chocolate Lyrics
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Durel made the beat, I'ma rock with it
DJ Durel
F*ck my lil' money, I want a lil' mouth (su')
Skeet on the couch and I'm out (skeet)
F*ck that lil' shit that you talkin' 'bout (huh)
My wrist worth a Bentley Bentayga now (skrrt)
F*ck that lil' bitch, we gon' take her down (smash)
Ice on the wrist, kiss the finger now (ice)
Big double cup with the pinky out (double cup)
Blue Benjis long like a slinky now
Lockin' in, you know the gang, we lockin' in (lockin' in)
Hustlin', yeah, stuff your pockets in (hustlin')
Jet with no passengers flyin' in (gone)
Yeah, yeah, poppin' shit (poppin' shit)
Lil' bro ain't gon' play when he poppin' it (rahh)
Ain't nothin' to say, no apologies (no)
Get back to the trap on the wireless (brrt, brrt)
Blessin' the city (city)
We goin' vacuum seal when we finish
You know the players like the racks skinny (skinny)
I'm talkin' all clean, blue Benjis
You know I told your bitch if I'ma I spin it (spin it)
She gotta drop her top and show her titties
I got the thirty on me when I hit it (hit it)
I gave her ten to three, I told 'em split it
42 with a little X, she gon' mix it (woo)
It's ice on both hands, put 'em up, no violence (freeze)
Fire, (brrt) and start hearin' the sirens (whoo, whoo)
They wanna go viral (he want to)
Hop in my coupe, drop the top of my roof
Pull off and skirt my tires (skkrt, yeah)
Bad bitches be hotter
Walk in the spot and we finna surprise 'em (ooh, que lo que)
F*ck my lil' money, I want a lil' mouth (su')
Skeet on the couch and I'm out (skeet)
F*ck that lil' shit that you talkin' 'bout (huh)
My wrist worth a Bentley Bentayga now (skrrt)
F*ck that lil' bitch, we gon' take her down (smash)
Ice on the wrist, kiss the finger now (ice)
Big double cup with the pinky out (double cup)
Blue Benjis long like a slinky now
Lockin' in, you know the gang, we lockin' in (lockin' in)
Hustlin', yeah, stuff your pockets in (hustlin')
Jet with no passengers flyin' in (gone)
Yeah, yeah, poppin' shit (poppin' shit)
Lil' bro ain't gon' play when he poppin' it (rahh)
Ain't nothin' to say, no apologies (no)
Get back to the trap on the wireless (brrt, brrt)
Lock in the bando, I don't need nothin' but water
The baking soda then I whip 'til it's harder
I popped out the crib with your lil' bitty daughter
I f*cked her, then put that lil' ho on the MARTA
The Bentley, the 'Rari, I swap with the Benz
Parked the Rolls car, then hopped in a sedan
I just had got that lil' bitch from my mans
So I was f*ckin' that ho with my chain in my hand
All gold Rollie with a off-white tan
My son got a Saint Laurent ring on his hand
I just copped some molly, was looking like sand
Shittin' on you niggas, I don't care 'bout shit stains
I was kickin' my shit, like Jackie Chan
Peanut butter wrist, f*ck a nigga sayin'?
Take it off his wrist, serve a nigga strand
Look at my neck and my wrist from 'Pan
Big face Patek with a chocolate band (yeah)
Look at my wrist, doin' techno dance (techno dance)
Bought an aircraft, I landed on land (land)
Luger Lex flex, two-hundred on sedan (two-hundred)
Thirty-five hundred on blue jean pants (yeah, suede)
Yeah, Chrome Heart brand (Chrome)
Throwin' the money up, barely pop another band (pop another tag)
Bitch pussy poppin' on the stand (whoa)
We red light, green light, all of 'em gettin' ran (skrrt)
Pretty bitches OD, and all of 'em gettin' ran (all of 'em gettin' ran)
F*ck all the police, free my dawg out the can (whoa)
Whip top off the V, double cup in my hand (skrrt)
Big Dior IP, drip in Louis V Vans (uh)
Lookin' at me like she want a advance (whoa)
I take one more pill and the rest will enhance
Young Wunna, yeah, might cost your arm and a leg (arm and a leg)
F*ck my lil' money, I want a lil' mouth (su')
Skeet on the couch and I'm out (skeet)
F*ck that lil' shit that you talkin' 'bout (huh)
My wrist worth a Bentley Bentayga now (skrrt)
F*ck that lil' bitch, we gon' take her down (smash)
Ice on the wrist, kiss the finger now (ice)
Big double cup with the pinky out (double cup)
Blue Benjis long like a slinky now
Lockin' in, you know the gang, we lockin' in (lockin' in)
Hustlin', yeah, stuff your pockets in (hustlin')
Jet with no passengers flyin' in (gone)
Yeah, yeah, poppin' shit (poppin' shit)
Lil' bro ain't gon' play when he poppin' it (rahh)
Ain't nothin' to say, no apologies (no)
Get back to the trap on the wireless (brrt, brrt)
DJ Durel
F*ck my lil' money, I want a lil' mouth (su')
Skeet on the couch and I'm out (skeet)
F*ck that lil' shit that you talkin' 'bout (huh)
My wrist worth a Bentley Bentayga now (skrrt)
F*ck that lil' bitch, we gon' take her down (smash)
Ice on the wrist, kiss the finger now (ice)
Big double cup with the pinky out (double cup)
Blue Benjis long like a slinky now
Lockin' in, you know the gang, we lockin' in (lockin' in)
Hustlin', yeah, stuff your pockets in (hustlin')
Jet with no passengers flyin' in (gone)
Yeah, yeah, poppin' shit (poppin' shit)
Lil' bro ain't gon' play when he poppin' it (rahh)
Ain't nothin' to say, no apologies (no)
Get back to the trap on the wireless (brrt, brrt)
Blessin' the city (city)
We goin' vacuum seal when we finish
You know the players like the racks skinny (skinny)
I'm talkin' all clean, blue Benjis
You know I told your bitch if I'ma I spin it (spin it)
She gotta drop her top and show her titties
I got the thirty on me when I hit it (hit it)
I gave her ten to three, I told 'em split it
42 with a little X, she gon' mix it (woo)
It's ice on both hands, put 'em up, no violence (freeze)
Fire, (brrt) and start hearin' the sirens (whoo, whoo)
They wanna go viral (he want to)
Hop in my coupe, drop the top of my roof
Pull off and skirt my tires (skkrt, yeah)
Bad bitches be hotter
Walk in the spot and we finna surprise 'em (ooh, que lo que)
F*ck my lil' money, I want a lil' mouth (su')
Skeet on the couch and I'm out (skeet)
F*ck that lil' shit that you talkin' 'bout (huh)
My wrist worth a Bentley Bentayga now (skrrt)
F*ck that lil' bitch, we gon' take her down (smash)
Ice on the wrist, kiss the finger now (ice)
Big double cup with the pinky out (double cup)
Blue Benjis long like a slinky now
Lockin' in, you know the gang, we lockin' in (lockin' in)
Hustlin', yeah, stuff your pockets in (hustlin')
Jet with no passengers flyin' in (gone)
Yeah, yeah, poppin' shit (poppin' shit)
Lil' bro ain't gon' play when he poppin' it (rahh)
Ain't nothin' to say, no apologies (no)
Get back to the trap on the wireless (brrt, brrt)
Lock in the bando, I don't need nothin' but water
The baking soda then I whip 'til it's harder
I popped out the crib with your lil' bitty daughter
I f*cked her, then put that lil' ho on the MARTA
The Bentley, the 'Rari, I swap with the Benz
Parked the Rolls car, then hopped in a sedan
I just had got that lil' bitch from my mans
So I was f*ckin' that ho with my chain in my hand
All gold Rollie with a off-white tan
My son got a Saint Laurent ring on his hand
I just copped some molly, was looking like sand
Shittin' on you niggas, I don't care 'bout shit stains
I was kickin' my shit, like Jackie Chan
Peanut butter wrist, f*ck a nigga sayin'?
Take it off his wrist, serve a nigga strand
Look at my neck and my wrist from 'Pan
Big face Patek with a chocolate band (yeah)
Look at my wrist, doin' techno dance (techno dance)
Bought an aircraft, I landed on land (land)
Luger Lex flex, two-hundred on sedan (two-hundred)
Thirty-five hundred on blue jean pants (yeah, suede)
Yeah, Chrome Heart brand (Chrome)
Throwin' the money up, barely pop another band (pop another tag)
Bitch pussy poppin' on the stand (whoa)
We red light, green light, all of 'em gettin' ran (skrrt)
Pretty bitches OD, and all of 'em gettin' ran (all of 'em gettin' ran)
F*ck all the police, free my dawg out the can (whoa)
Whip top off the V, double cup in my hand (skrrt)
Big Dior IP, drip in Louis V Vans (uh)
Lookin' at me like she want a advance (whoa)
I take one more pill and the rest will enhance
Young Wunna, yeah, might cost your arm and a leg (arm and a leg)
F*ck my lil' money, I want a lil' mouth (su')
Skeet on the couch and I'm out (skeet)
F*ck that lil' shit that you talkin' 'bout (huh)
My wrist worth a Bentley Bentayga now (skrrt)
F*ck that lil' bitch, we gon' take her down (smash)
Ice on the wrist, kiss the finger now (ice)
Big double cup with the pinky out (double cup)
Blue Benjis long like a slinky now
Lockin' in, you know the gang, we lockin' in (lockin' in)
Hustlin', yeah, stuff your pockets in (hustlin')
Jet with no passengers flyin' in (gone)
Yeah, yeah, poppin' shit (poppin' shit)
Lil' bro ain't gon' play when he poppin' it (rahh)
Ain't nothin' to say, no apologies (no)
Get back to the trap on the wireless (brrt, brrt)
Writer: Daryl Mcpherson, Jeffrey Williams, Kirsnick Ball, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Raymond Christopher Herring, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.