Chips On Pistons Lyrics - Royce Da 5'9

[intro skit for first 43 seconds] 

[Royce Da 5'9" + (Blade)] 

Yeah, yeah 

When the rubber band pops from the top of them stacks 

Mami drop them tops 'fore them dollars go back 

in my pocket or the trunk of the black Impala 

where the pump just sit for them punks who trip 

But besides that, life's good - yeah 

This my nigga Blade right here (you could call me Icewood) 

[Ingrid Smalls + (Royce)] 

Icewood? (Icewood) I could 

go home witchu baby if the pipe good 

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[Royce Da 5'9"] 

We get a whole lot of scrilla, fo'-fives is wit us 

Whole flight can fill us, Globetrotter nigga 

When you see a plus sign in front of like twelve numbers 

on your cell that's me calling to tell you 

that I ain't at home (yeah) 

I'm witnessing the midnight sun in Finland with the big row bone 

With six different funds 

Coronas, pesos, zeros, the list goes on 

We send henchmen to wet ya 

In between trips to the Philippines with strippers wit us 

Bet chips on Pistons, gassed off sheed (yeah) 

yelling pass the ball to Rip and Billups, mami 

[Chorus: Jay Black] 

If you got love for me, then do your little dance for me 

Turn that ass around, (turn around) and keep doing what you dooooo 

If you got a thang for me, then do your thang for me 

Turn that ass around, (turn around) cause you've got it coming 

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[Blade Icewood + (Ingrid)] 

Turn that ass 'round, ma you know I'm a clown 

Throw a little money 'round, do my dance to the sounds 

Worth a whole lotta cash, so you know I got the pound on me 

Yeah dance for my homie (damn what's the nigga name?) 

Five-Nine (Five-Nine) 

[Royce Da 5'9"] 

Pimp game got it going from the first line 

Chain plenty hang time, yeah 

[Blade Icewood] 

G-4 plane flying, '05 Range driving 

If the deal ain't least ten mil' I ain't signing 

Heard she can make it do the "Nolia Clap" 

It's Mr. Blade Icewood the new king of rap 

I got these shots for you haters (c'mon) 

Tell the waiters bring the shots, use the liquor to motivate her 

to hop up in the whip, before she leave the lot 

Got my dick between her lips; hand between her hips 

On some freaky shit, yeah ain't know I did it like that 

She thought it was all rap 'til she screaming on her back 

Playa, we send henchmen to wet ya 

In between trips to the Philippines with strippers wit us 

Bet chips on Pistons, gassed off she 

saying pass the bar to rip in buildings, mami 

[Chorus] 

[Royce Da 5'9"] 

Yeah, we hit makers with acres 

We hit Vegas with chips major, we can't just 

ball like the usual team, we stay whyling 

Up the challenge, fuck it, tear up the palace 

Fuck with, nothing but them trucks with, halogen lights 

Did bad in his life, them cuts and calluses 

In the G-4, in a suit, eating soufflc 

In the seat big get your coupe, nigga go play 

[Blade Icewood] 

Hey come over here! 

Well you can have it your way, blow cabbage all day 

Ice, everywhere, bought it from all yay 

This ain't no spaceship, gave the Rover a facelift 

Lift the fifth to my lips while she moving her hips 

Yeahhh - side to side, I decide 

when the time is right for us to slide 

We ain't moving at the mansion yet, the panty's wet 

That's how you feel off a pill, why you panicking? 

Go away! 

[Chorus]