Where the chiefs at
Where the queens at
If you a boss, throw a stack for the feedback
Ayeee now throw yo hands up
If a boss stand up
Enough with all that talking
Get on the floor and dance some
No pots, no pant's
She Split the profit with the band
Throw a hunnit ones to the fan
(Go head)
Do you your money dance
You kiLlED that shit like rip
In the bag like chips
The dopest mc out but my mind playing tricks
Do she love me for the mic
Hibachi fits
Still you rise damn girl you the shit
Aye
Benihanas big plates that's lunch on Thursdays
You hit my line
You say want it in the worst way
So when mood right is
We not gon let it waste
Nineteen, four, two you've got expensive taste
Gone in a minutes, Nicholas Cage
Keep the windows up that antidote might fly Away
And don't get attached cause birds migrate
Leave ya feelings at the driveway
Where the chiefs at
Where the queens at
If you a boss, throw a stack for the feedback
Ayeee now throw yo hands up
If a boss stand up enough with all that talking
Get on the floor and dance some
Where the sav at
I'm Still cooking up
This year ain't go to plan but still looking up
Backwood in hand. Ima finna twist it up
Damn, I like the way she dance when she's liquored up
She been getting money I can tell
Hair down to her shoes and nails
Nails match the bag,blew a bag on herself
Inhale
I Bet she smell like chanel
Baby If you bad and you broke get some help
All this money on the floor. Just make it count
Tell the dj that you wanna hear the Founders
Catch me Chiefin in the back with my accountant
Getting my expenses straight
Cuz a nigga got expensive taste
And come to think about it.
U and I are just the same
We could prolly start a business later
Where the chiefs at
Where the queens at
If you a boss, throw a stack for the feedback
Ayeee now throw yo hands up
If a boss stand up enough with all that talking
Get on the floor and dance some