Chip - More Money More Gyal Lyrics
(Intro)Shining like the sun,Ladies wanna comeWe wanna have some fun, yeahLet’s go!(Hook)But the shell on the club, diamonds are blingTelling ‘em a star boy kingChampagne for the girls, Ciroc bottle spinHennessey a bot’ man drinkWhat you say?More money, more gyal more moneyWhat you say?More money, more gyal more moneyLet’s go!(Verse)My team is nothing demmaThey got one bottle, sharing it with 10 menGyal you move your way sliding so fineSee you turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up highYeah we got Siroc by the case loadDamn bout the foo foo we aint on the same boatMe neck’s like sunshine plus I make it rain y’allI think I see a rainbow,Money pull up DJ money pull up,Y’all know it’s enough money wep ull up,New shoes, new nails, baby new jeansYou know I brought you for that new weedsGyal ain’t my weakness, make gyal we guess,Baby is it feel down, I can give you depress,Stop you being depressed, yes(Hook)But the shell on the club, diamonds are blingTelling ‘em a star boy kingChampagne for the girls, Ciroc bottle spinHennessey a bot’ man drinkWhat you say?More money, more gyal more moneyWhat you say?More money, more gyal more money(Verse)Me press gyal and I press people backNo bother chalk, fiest me with someBut just now, I’m good hair like a coolie boySwag to my teams, check the corner RoyceYoung master will go against time,Love you a glass, me a love me a wineI’ll divide you by yourself, you’re in your primethem on the foo foo, ass on the fineSee MA all we get the party startedWe be drinking out the bottle, yo ***** glassesNo foo foo boy I ain’t on my team,Dress cold every day team,Gyal ain’t my weakness, make gyal we guess,Baby is it feel down, I can give you depress,Stop you being depressed, yes(Hook)But the shell on the club, diamonds are blingTelling ‘em a star boy kingChampagne for the girls, Ciroc bottle spinHennessey a bot’ man drinkWhat you say?More money, more gyal more moneyWhat you say?More money, more gyal more money(Verse)I can either conversate with most of the classesAll we talk about is ladies and the partiesLooking at ladies through Versace glassesSee, what you say?Said them gyal, I said them love me to deathGyal you see me drag now blow a kiss to my neckGyal you seeing me, I be clearing out the deckMore money more gyal Grand Hustle we the best(Hook)But the shell on the club, diamonds are blingTelling ‘em a star boy kingChampagne for the girls, Ciroc bottle spinHennessey a bot’ man drinkWhat you say?More money, more gyal more moneyWhat you say?More money, more gyal more money
