{Intro}
(BC Go crazy)
Yeah
{Verse}
Yeah them lights in here up high
Made my writs do the Cha Cha
I like my b*tch colored Malta
I'm in the whip sipping some prem agua
They probably wish a ni**a’d falter
Kneeling at the alter
On fye
All these sins got me thinking about incineration
Feel like a Sim inside an application
sh*t I done leveled up fu*k all the affiliation
Your shorty sending me her affirmation
Keeping it honest
This life ain't promised
I got a Gat
Brrr
It's hooked on phonics
It's a ni**a on the scene
With a shorty finding it hard
Trying to stay plutonic
The realest ni**a down to the atomics
Any day I can lеvitate into Heaven's gatе
Recognizing my accolade for Heaven sake
So why the fu*k would a ni**a ever hesitate
{Chorus}
I just wanna sip my lemonade and do my little Cha
Ch Ch Ch Cha Cha
Ch Ch Cha Cha
Do my little
Cha Cha
Cha Cha
Cha Cha
Cha Cha Aye
Do my little Cha Cha
Aye Aye
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Do my little
Cha Cha
Cha Cha
Cha Cha
{Verse}
(Yeah Yeah)
Oodles and Noodles
Pop make you toodles
I think I’m Kelso
It’s nothing to do
My Mika Kunis
Dilate her pupils
I put my hand out
They acting neutral
A coco ni**a, they think I’m coo-coo
Bring it back
From the bottom to the top a ni**a holding in a lot now
How much patience up in stock now
Watched me struggle
Dog, I’m muzzled
I ain’t puzzled boy I’m shocked now
Cause when I’m good they always flock round
Feel like grim is always flirting but she always getting shot down
Think that imma shoot my shot now
But it’s this thang on my brain that I never seem to block out
I had enough I’m bout to block-kow
Can’t even appreciate the finer cause I’m tripping bout the minor things
Gold chains and diamond rings
If they ever catch me slipping let the heavy lady choir sing
Cause that sh*t is a reminder that your timer gone expire
Devil like Geppetto
Never let him pull ya strings
Lately all I hear is crickets all around me
Feeling fickle and invincible
The principle
Is that this sh*t been flipping like reciprocals
I stay clean
The mood Downy
Got a picket fence for a pick me b*tch
I pray the truth gonna get me rich
They taking shots why I chose defense
Time is money
Running low on cents
In every event, ima need a percent
{Chorus}
Imma do a little Cha Cha
Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye
Imma do my little Cha Cha
Cha Cha Cha Cha
Aye Aye Aye
Do my little Cha Cha
Aye Aye Aye Yeah Yeah
Do my little Cha Cha
Cha Cha Cha Cha
Aye Aye Aye Yeah