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"Big Chips" was written by Kelly, Robert S. / Barnes, Samuel J. / Carter, Shawn C. / Olivier, Jean Claude / Smith, Londell.
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Big chips, we off in Vegas, drinkin' an' partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in them twin stretch Maybachs, dippin' low
The way the wrist shine, it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga, fuck what ya heard, it's Kells an' Hov
With the second comin' of 'Best of both'
In the first week, I predict a million sold, we talkin'

Big chips, big trips to Vegas, nigga
Big cribs an' the whips is spacious
Any day they could dig your grave
Shit, So Big is my inspiration, dig?

No reward, that's the risk is taken
In which case you niggaz wouldn't wanna switch places
I, on the other hand relish the situation
Thank the Lord for the gift, I'm gracious

I went overboard, look at this big bracelet
I overhauled it, you wouldn't recognize it
From the time that I bought it, I just replaced it
I risk cases for shit like this, nigga
I pray for some shit like this

Word to my Uncle Ray
Who gave us life for some shit like this
Ma, you rollin', I'm as real as it gets

Big chips, we off in Vegas, drinkin' an' partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in them twin stretch Maybachs, dippin low
The way the wrist shine, it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga, fuck what ya heard, it's Kells an' Hov
With the second comin' of 'Best of both'
In the first week, I predict a million sold, we talkin'

Big chips, I can't take this
The way you move your ass slow like Matrix
You make me wanna toss chips in Vegas
Before I toss chips first, get naked

I can't fake it
Girl, you got the club shut down when you freak it
Superstar, honey, so mean an' vicious
Got a lot an' comin', I'm so mean an' vicious

Bark, bark farmer, this chicken layin' platinum, ex-farmer
So go low, mama, give it a go
As I punch 170 on stretch roads, must turn up the radio
Girl, you so good, I'm swervin' like, Whoa, whoa

From the club to the stretch
Out the stretch to the Hotel
Into the hotel suite

Big chips, we off in Vegas, drinkin' an' partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in them twin stretch Maybachs, dippin low
The way the wrist shine, it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga, fuck what ya heard, it's Kells an' Hov
With the second comin' of 'Best of both'
In the first week, I predict a million sold, we talkin'

Big chips, I'm a boss, I said
Tilt my hat an' I cross my legs
Like old ladies at the park, I toss my bread
An' the pigeons start flockin', ballin' like Bishop Loughlin

An' stick Cochran on any D.A. to try to stop him
So any gunplay that is a option
I been doin' this since niggaz was woppin'
Rockin' Izods with the matchin' socks an'
Slap boxin' in the back park an' when the girls start watchin'
They try to get real, you had to drop 'em

See, I ain't never been a fronter
Or fake it 'til I make it tight, nigga
Ma, I don't want ya number, either you're comin' or I one ya
Either you know what you want, ma, I don't even want ya
You play pretty if you wanna

Big chips, we off in Vegas, drinkin' an' partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in them twin stretch Maybachs, dippin low
The way the wrist shine, it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga, fuck what ya heard, it's Kells an' Hov
With the second comin' of 'Best of both'
In the first week, I predict a million sold, we talkin' big chips

All around the world, stop where the sun sets
Spendin' big chips you wanna go, you wanna go
Say we goin' around the world, stop where the sun sets
Spendin' big chips you wanna go, do you wanna go?

Come on, Tone, I see ya
Jigga, Kells, yeah, Track Masters, what's really good?
We in the Islands, chillin' in the shade an' shit
You know, blue waters, yellow sand
Either I'm high or I think I just saw a dolphin

What you drinkin', J?
Me, myself, I'm drinkin' on this lemonade
Mixed with some, I dunno what this shit is
But it got me real nice right now

Tone, fade this track
Goodnight

Songwriters
KELLY, ROBERT S. / BARNES, SAMUEL J. / CARTER, SHAWN C. / OLIVIER, JEAN CLAUDE / SMITH, LONDELL

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