Chit Chat Ft Smooky Margielaa Asap Rocky Dj Drama Lyrics | French Montana

"Chit Chat" lyrics French Montana, Smooky MarGielaa & A$AP Rocky Lyrics "Chit Chat"
(feat. DJ Drama)

Let's have a chit chat (Let's have a chit chat)
Dramatic, nigga (D-D-Dramatic)

Life ain't regular, the new 20-20 Hugh Hefner
In the future like a Jetson, hover scooters like a Vespa
Gotta guess, please attest, ask no questions
I'ma hit it, I'ma kill it, R.I.P., laid out on stretcher
Eat the vegetable, eco-friendly, might invest into a Tesla
Let it register, shit get spooky, word to Smooky MarGielaa

MarGielaa man, I ain't with that chit chat
Forty chains on my neck, milli' where my wrist at
Couple goons with the tool, when we pull up, get back
Got a lame nigga callin', 'cause he want his bitch back
Damn

Run up on, I'ma give it right back
Three foreigns parked up, boy, you can't afford that
Got some boomin', in Margiela's, five racks plus tax
Fake niggas always lookin', why they get they movin' like that?
Ayy, skrrt off with your shorty in a beamer
Say you lookin' for her, I ain't never seen her
Came from duckin' felonies and misdemeanors
Ain't wanna see us cappin', down in big arenas
I'm big great, but I got an old demeanor
They wrong though, 'cause you know I keep my nina
Haters always hatin', get no money, they can't keep up
Stay up out my business, you should go and get your green up

MarGielaa man, I ain't with that chit chat
Forty chains on my neck, milli' where my wrist at
Couple goons with the tool, when we pull up, get back (Montana)
Got a lame nigga callin', 'cause he want his bitch back
Damn (Haan)

Eight row road chain, on body beamers
South Bronx, Mona Lisa, anybody seen her
Montana, man, whip it up before I get back
Got a thing with me, wanna fuck? No chit chat (Haan)
Two-hundred bands, AP, baguette, wrist wrap
Yeah, taliban, rack top, niggas big cap
Yeah, marchin' band, hundred rounds hangin' off the chopper
2020 done, yeah, I finna light an opp up (Haan)
Word to them crabs on the island eatin' lobster (Woo)
Straight to the back, she hold my dick like an Oscar (Ah)
Wait 'til you see it from the photo (Photo)
Shooter with me ridin' with a sawed off (Sawed off)
I'll never do my dawg like Manolo
Paparazzi pay a hunnid bands for the photo
I was spinnin' block, blow the top off your coupe
Might take a man, MarGielaa man what it do?

MarGielaa man, I ain't with that chit chat
Forty chains on my neck, milli' where my wrist at
Couple goons with the tool, when we pull up, get back
Got a lame nigga callin', 'cause he want his bitch back
Damn

Gangsta Grillz
Too late (Too late)
Took your bitch to Paris like Mason Martin
T-ha-ha
(Woo, woo, woo, set)