Testo Chain Hang Low - Rich Boy feat. Jibbs
Testo della canzone Chain Hang Low (Rich Boy feat. Jibbs), tratta dall'album Joc Of Spades
Do yo' chain hang low, then it wobble to the floor
Do it shine in the light, is it platinum, is it gold?
Could you throw it over your shoulder?
If you're hot it'd make you cold
Do yo' chain, hang, low
If yo' chain don't hang low, hide it ain't mine
You can call me MJ, 'cause it got hang time
Fruity Pebbles 'round my neck, yea blue and yellow diamonds
I got Rob Roger Rabbit for these carats, I ain't lyin'
Gucci linkin' got 'em blinkin', VS1's twinkle twinklin'
Draped up, dripped out, hoes see it, flip out
What it cost, a chunk of change, equal to a trunk full of cash
There's no need to ask, who I be
At the end of my chain, that's my name
Do yo' chain hang low, then it wobble to the floor
Do it shine in the light, is it platinum, is it gold?
Could you throw it over your shoulder?
If you're hot it'd make you cold
Do yo' chain, hang, low
If yo' chain don't hang low, hide it ain't mine
You can call me MJ, 'cause it got hang time
Fruity Pebbles 'round my neck, yea blue and yellow diamonds
I got Rob Roger Rabbit for these carats, I ain't lyin'
Gucci linkin' got 'em blinkin', VS1's twinkle twinklin'
Draped up, dripped out, hoes see it, flip out
What it cost, a chunk of change, equal to a trunk full of cash
There's no need to ask, who I be
At the end of my chain, that's my name
Do yo' chain hang low, then it wobble to the floor
Do it shine in the light, is it platinum, is it gold?
Could you throw it over your shoulder?
If you're hot it'd make you cold
Do yo' chain, hang, low
Rich Boy Zone 4, here we go
My chain so long, it could stretch from here to Hong Kong
My dog named Dollar, got a yellow diamond collar on
Audemar rose diamond, double rose from Tokyo
If you want the same chain, I got the 'Nash for the low
Another row, make it glow, colors like a rainbow
From Lou' to Alabama, all my ballers let yo chain show
Kiwu green diamonds, sittin' heavy on my finger roll
Drop a couple hundred grand, ballin' in the jewelry store
Now you know, all these diamonds got these groupies fallin' out
Fake ballers need to shut yo mouth, and pull yo money out
Look here boy I ain't stupid, I know they Cuban
I knew it, but down here, that ain't how we do it
OK, I breeze by ya, 26's on the tires
Sittin' higher than you ever sat before
Chain hangin' low, yea you can tell I'm gettin' bucks
Red monks, Bathing Ape, plus I got King Kong in my truck
I'm a gorilla pimpin', all about my scrilla pimpin'
A beast with the flow, 'bout to make a million pimpin'
And like Gucci Mane, my chains so icy
No chick, no wifey, but oh I think they like me
Why, 'cause I'm on TV with these multi-colored diamonds
Top ten on the chart, and you know we still climbin'
I'm a STL boss, haters know I'm still shinin'
Hey Jizz we got a hit, bring the hook, I'm through rhymin'
Do yo' chain hang low, then it wobble to the floor
Do it shine in the light, is it platinum, is it gold?
Could you throw it over your shoulder?
If you're hot it'd make you cold
Do yo' chain, hang, low
Credits
Writer(s): Maurice Wilson, Derryl Keith Howard, Jovan Camaran Campbell, Lamont C. Ii Mcclendon, Antwain Terell Elliott
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