Hook:

Yea uh, I chop it up like a sensei, then blow the money like wind breakers, I go to work with the wrist play, you niggas too busy taking L’s all I know is win baby

I chop it up like a sensei, then blow the money like windbreakers She bring it back like a replay, today is about to be a good day


Verse 1:


I mr miyagi a brick, I’m in the trap with my dogs like I’m Vick, yo girl she just keep on calling and shit, I don’t feel like being bothered with, I do not have time for a bitch, I’m scared of her cuz when I be telling her stop she just keep on swallowing dick, I’m looking like a walking lottery ticket lil mama she know that she sexy, she don’t never take a nigga serious cause she know that I’m messy, you niggas to flexy when you get the money man that shit scetchy, I know this Draco protect me, and the most high gon protect me, baking soda under arm it arm and hammer keep the hammer under arm and you unarmed and you ain’t harming pulling up chop it up chop it up chop it up, rock it up rock it up rock it up, stock it up stock it up stock it up, yea, man don’t that shit got that bounce back, throw it on her and she bounce back, dam right just like that, down low I like that, I came to fuck up the dishes, that’s how it is when you live in the kitchen, I came to fuck up the digits throw bread around I attract all the pigeons, yea and everybody eating that’s just how it feel when you winning


Hook:


Yea uh, I chop it up like a sensei, then blow the money like wind breakers, I go to work with the wrist play, you niggas too busy taking L’s all I know is win baby

I chop it up like a sensei, then blow the money like windbreakers She bring it back like a replay, today is about to be a good day

Verse 2:


Karate chopping with my niggas, karate kick a bitch out the house, don’t try to tell me how you did it, you niggas just coming out the house, she on me on the lomein, she know a nigga got the soy sauce, I know you niggas better duck, we serving chickens out the China house, you niggas better be cautious, I’m in the trap with the bosses, all of my niggas we eating, we in ya hood with them chopsticks, I’m in the streets playing hooky, stop that shit nigga you a rookie, you wanna know ya fortune cookie, pussys don’t get pussy, you niggas know that I’m styling, the golden child I walk around with medallions, don’t make me knock out ya noodle, I’m still connected with Italians, I eat that pussy like sushi, I’m zoning out with young sushi, we blow that paper like loose leaf, different kicks on me like Bruce lee, then I switch it up like I’m jet li, all these bitches thinking that I’m Chinese, it’s prolly cuz my last name Buckley now all the Asian bitches want to fuck me

Hook:


Yea uh, I chop it up like a sensei, then blow the money like wind breakers, I go to work with the wrist play, you niggas too busy taking L’s all I know is win baby

I chop it up like a sensei, then blow the money like windbreakers She bring it back like a replay, today is about to be a good day