NAV feat. Quavo – Chirp Lyrics | Audio

Lyrics Chirp – NAV feat. Quavo

Workin’, I don’t get a break like a Kit-Kat
Rockin’ all designer clothes, but it’s mismatched
I don’t ever worry ’bout where my b**ch at
Drivin’ packs on the road, had to risk that

I’ma get the Rollie slime green, slatt, slatt
They movin’ out the way every time I back back
Spent 150K, got my wrist wrapped
I could put the money up, I know I get it back

Both of my pinkies got riggity-rocks
I could get birds by the fliggity-flock
Shoppin’ in Paris for drippity-drop
Makin’ hits, I’ll never flippity-flop

I can’t just let any b**ch in my spot
Before you get in, are you f**kin’ or not
I’ll take some top, I don’t care for the box
She on the way, I fell asleep on the Wock’

Pullin’ out b**ches from the crowd at my show
Like a hood girl, I don’t like pink toes
I think I’ma keep her, I’m impressed by her throat
Bought the b**ch a Benz with a Prada pink coat
Yeah, I pop pills, I been rollin’ all day
Ain’t a bad b**ch in my city I ain’t slay
Wake up in the morning, ‘fore I eat, I get cake
Don’t wanna hear your problems, got a lot on my plate

My phone go chirp
Drivin’ Bentley, vert
Tried to put me in the dirt
But I broke the curse
Cash said eighty for a verse
Say you got half, let’s work
Almost got attached to the Percs
Pop another Addy, go to work

Sippin’ on drank, sippin’ on drank
Told her put the money in her skirt
Told her bend that ass, she squirt
Diamonds gon’ bling like blur, drip
Clear water, pure water, surf, flip
All this money I get
Throwin’ up money
I’m watchin’ your b**ch, chirp, chirp

My whip is exotic, my b**ch is exotic
And we on the block with narcotics
AK won’t fit in my pocket
We order fiνe privates to the tropics
I want two hundred M’s, ain’t no option
We keep on poppin’ pills ’til it’s toxic
Dirty the money, laundry, had to wash it
I put the bounty on him, had to drop it

On the phone, put ’em on a lil’ lick
If you hit, I’ma get a lil’ rich
Don’t call if it don’t make sense
Don’t make cheese, it don’t make sense
Got too many tings on the leash
Good dope make ’em turn to a fiend
Alicia, Alicia, Alicia when I play with the keys

My phone go chirp
Drivin’ Bentley, vert
Tried to put me in the dirt
But I broke the curse
Cash said eighty for a verse
Say you got half, let’s work
Almost got attached to the Percs
Pop another Addy, go to work

Sippin’ on drank, sippin’ on drank
Told her put the money in her skirt
Told her bend that ass, she squirt
Diamonds gon’ bling like blur, drip
Clear water, pure water, surf, flip
All this money I get
Throwin’ up money
I’m watchin’ your b**ch, chirp, chirp …

➤ Written by Pro Logic, Money Musik, Quavo & NAV
Album: Good Intentions (Brown Boy 2 Deluxe Version)
Produced by Pro Logic & Money Musik
NAV | Quavo | 2020

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