Artist: C-bo
Album: Final Chapter
Song: Get the chips
Typed by: Salazar_spencer@Hotmail.com

Verse 1
(C-bo)
My money come long
I turn a bitch on when I’m realler than my prone
Or should I say coupe
I stack my loot
In a gs 400 rolling with hush
The Garden block getting blunted on the boulder from the block
Where money don’t stop
Know for breaking down keys
And know for packing glocks
My block be sewed up from the ralley to the city
If you don’t fuck with me you can’t slang
Any caine metro rap peruvian flake
Bolla hard white a1 yola
No bank could of sold ya no need to get over
Slanging things for 15 5 g’z for the doja
To cross the line
We pay the price
Cuz these westcoast niggas been know to roll the dice
Can get the chance make scrilla
Rolling fo’ deep with my niggas on the realla
Come short and I’ll kill ya

Chorus
Do anything lose it
From macking hoes to selling dope yo we push the five whips
Niggas hating bitches loving cuz I’m living major
Moving hecka weight from state to state
From my pager
Got them rap habbits from them rabbits like I’m donald trump
Naw now I messing with the skunks
Never hang with no jump
On a mission stacking loot like marvin bumping pooching on a daily
Anything that pays me
Even the feds don’t faze me

Verse 2

Puff puff your ass drop it on your forehead
Up muthafucka I drop it like sammy
Fo bread niggas
Cuz they smoking stinking screenery
Like bread fuck it words that I quote
Hot blocks get sewen up
Like snitches get fucked up like bitches
Especially if your trying to be all about your bitches
Pretending to be I’m the nigga that shinging
And that’s ralley true
Fuck blunted it’s my timing
This ghetto
To the underground true blue niggas be chasing
Young entrepenuer type niggas
Who master the hoeing
Sipping m*et with herb
Ain’t scared to drop to my knees and
Pray to the LORD that I don’t burn me out
I rolls the dice every morning when I wake up
Up the burb blew some greens through the roof
The shaka the maka
Stash my spot from my last spot cuz I was high
Third ass six for my squad escape for a phat ass not

Chorus
Do anything lose it
From macking hoes to selling dope yo we push the five whips
Niggas hating bitches loving cuz I’m living major
Moving hecka weight from state to state
From my pager
Got them rap habbits from them rabbits like I’m donald trump
Naw now I messing with the skunks
Never hang with no jump
On a mission stacking loot like marvin bumping pooching on a daily
Anything that pays me
Even the feds don’t faze me

Verse 3

Now I gets my weapon
My feet black weapon
My bundle in my henn all
Now I’m stepping
You catching hot ones
You fucking with some hard hitters thats how come
Big little top dog
Biggest celebrity status thats boss hog nigga
Don’t play me too close
Cuz my pistol’s in my draws nigga
To the lowest high pound
I breaks them down
You better ask somebody about them hillas
About the town
Riding with four fives and glock nines
Florin rose fifth lars repping firing
I do whatever it takes to get the chips
Flip the secrets with position to stacking a grip
Been on a hustle since before Iwas legal
Got my new identity when I had a regal
But now all I do is get money on a daily
Stay fully heated so these bitch niggas cant fade me

Chorus 2x

Do anything lose it
From macking hoes to selling dope yo we push the five whips
Niggas hating bitches loving cuz I’m living major
Moving hecka weight from state to state
From my pager
Got them rap habbits from them rabbits like I’m donald trump
Naw now I messing with the skunks
Never hang with no jump
On a mission stacking loot like marvin bumping pooching on a daily
Anything that pays me
Even the feds don’t faze me