Em Joffy - Chubby Motherf**er lyrics

[Chorus: Em Joffy] Uhh, I be that chubby motherf**er name Joff One hand on my hammer, other hand on my co*k Chubby motherf**er name joff One hand on my hammer, other hand on my co*k Be that chubby motherf**er name joff One hand on my hammer, other hand on my co*k Chubby motherf**er name joff One hand on my hammer, other hand on my co*k [Verse 1: Em Joffy] They like "who that?" (Who that?) Hey, if he don't know but his b**h know The chubby cool mack (cool mack) I get money, take money Get the chips bro, yeah, I do that (I does that) Alisa B. on that new lomein Prp denims with a couple of dirty stains Riding through the trenches with this pretty young thing Here another day, thank God for the blessing (woo) Just popped a molly, too cool for the sweating 4-5th, case a motherf**er wanna test it Its our world, n***as only do what I let them, f** them (f** them all) I want a house on a hill Pretty face, smart chick, long hair with a red bottom on her heel And a engine when it peels Aston, martin, v-12 and the 24's on the wheel Got a rollie, I need a hublot Balenciaga, my shoe though Double f, my belt buckle I'm handsome chubby with a cool glow, so relax in this b**h Got the macks in this b**h, act up, they'll eat your food though Don't front up in here, we'll dump up in here Ain't no one n***a, my whole crew go Uhh, uhh, wa**up n***a, God bless to you f** n***as They hatin' though cause I'm gettin' dough I ain't frontin' though, I'm up n***a Sky is the limit, big and puff n***a Its levels to this sh**, watch me stunt n***a Dream chasers blowing loud, high as f** n***a Young king, I do whatever I want n***a [Chorus: Em Joffy] I be that chubby motherf**er name joff (that's me) One hand on my hammer, other hand on my co*k (that's me) 3x They like "who that?" (Who that?) Hey, if he don't know but his b**h know The chubby cool mack (cool mack) I get money, take money Get the chips bro, they like "who that?" (Who that?) Hey, if he don't know but his b**h know The chubby cool mack (cool mack) I get money, take money Get the chips bro, whoa [Verse 2: Em Joffy] Who you know got a bop like this, can't wear skinny jeans cause my notch don't fit 5 hundred for the hat, don sh** Paid a rack for my demim, Balmain, calm sh** Fell back, came back, bomb sh** Handsome chubby motherf**er, got the b**hes on my diiick Got a rack, blew a rack, got it back, doubled that, flipped that, made it back that quick Uhh, uhh, wa**up n***a, God bless to you f** n***as They hatin' though cause I'm gettin' dough I ain't frontin' though, I'm up n***a Sky is the limit, big and puff n***a Its levels to this sh**, watch me stunt n***a Dream chasers blowing loud, high as f** n***a Young king, I do whatever I want n***a (echoing "n***a" 8x)