the way my wrist glist i make a hood bitch say damn my neck lace represent the fact i go ham it s lonely up here man i need to come down so many o s i made the bank teller pass out my trap house floors lookin like a magic city monday but ain t no singles it s just big head hundreds my car s gettin watched by this ugly ass junkie i keep laughin like a woman but it ain t shit funny i m posted in the trap and my country boys comin i m hood rich bitch still servin two dummies i m gettin on your nerves cause gucci got money the charm is absurd but the rims are all shiny i mic check i mic check now it s time the chicken talk one scratch on my nike checks i cop another pair i got stacks on deck make the girl break her neck when she hit the bubble kush the bitch coughed up her breakfast i m the realest make a bet i bet the checks don t bounce so much cash in the bag i make accountants lose count your girl say she love to see a thug iced out with me and speedy on the track it s the return of chicken talk gucci 