Lyrics Chain Music (Bonus Track) - Wale

Drop, DMV up, roll up and kick my feet up
This shit was for a ticket man, I call that shit that free lunch
I tell a ho to speed up, she slow, and she can't keep up
We know we always out, but somehow they would never see us
Peep her gold chain, hos changed, I didn't
They say that karats help your vision, but somehow it made them listen
No, this ain't silver, this is my dilemma
Arrogant when I finish, I came from humble beginnings

So it's nothing to finish, I put my hundred percent in
I put my pot in the paper and modify your opinion
Trying to give them light and a message
But you rather have some fucking VVS'
She said I'm charming and I meant it
But she was talking about my pendant
I got geechi on her, came back with 30 chains
Now she attentive, I bet she listen to everything
Straight geechi on her, came back with 80 chains
Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

Say them broads gon' follow
(Chain so big, can't pop my collar)
Silly b- gon' follow
(Chain so big, can't pop my collar)

Say them broads gon' follow
(Chain so big, can't pop my collar)
Silly b- gon' follow
(Chain so big, can't pop my collar), uh

Getting geechi on 'em, straight geechi on 'em
You talking greasy, best believe they gon' see it, darling
Geechi on 'em, straight geechi on 'em
Let's keep it G, nobody see you when you being humble

Look, she so stingy with vagina
But why it open when them niggas get to shining?
I was hoping you would notice where my mind at
Put money in the book, I bet these bitches wouldn't find it

Look, okay, this chain music, fuck how them lame's do it
You chained to it, your brain's been way too influenced
I been dope, cold nigga for sure, nigga
But where I'm from, there ain't no love for no broke nigga

She need that geechi shit, ain't been to church since
Pray to whoever got on the biggest of crucifix
Lord, Lord, forgive us, personality flash
And my license is suspended, so I hide it
I don't spend it, did I get y'all attention?
She can't escape the chain, shout-out to Mrs. Tubman

Shout-out to Maybach Music, my logic is getting money
Spitting something real, let the people know, and still love it
Shady flow, Johnny Cage, chain flow, Johnny Dang
Been balling, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

I got geechi on 'em, now they notice a nigga
So who that chain change? It ain't both of us, nigga
I got geechi on her, came back, a hundred chains
And now these geechi motherfuckers all know my name

Geechi on her, came back a million chains
(I said these geechi motherfuckers all know my name)

Broads gon' follow
(Chain so big, can't pop my collar)
Niggas gon' follow
(Chain so big, can't pop my collar)

Getting geechi on 'em, straight geechi on 'em
You talking greasy, best believe they gon' see it, homie
Geechi on 'em, straight geechi on 'em
Let's keep it G, don't nobody seeing you when you humble

Broads gon' follow, holla, holla
Silly niggas gon' follow
Bitch, broads gon' follow