"Chalk It Up" lyrics
"Chalk It Up"
Now if you got a problem better chalk it up now
Something like a virus how I'm poppin up now
Feelin like Mike how I'm ballin [*swish*] wow...
Running up a check, pockets jogging for miles
Suck my dick, bitch put it in ya mouth
I'ma let em all talk, I ain't blocking ya account
That's a fat check I ain't bout to toss out
I just keep it quiet, keep it moving like the crowd
Got em hoppin up and down, baby turn me up loud
So if you got a problem better chalk it up now
Something like a virus how I'm poppin up now
Feelin like Mike how I'm ballin [*swish*] wow...
Running up a check, pockets jogging for miles
Suck my dick, bitch put it in ya mouth
I'ma let em all talk, I ain't blocking ya account
That's a fat check I ain't bout to toss out
I just keep it quiet, keep it moving like the crowd
Got em hoppin up and down, baby turn me up loud
Now if you got a problem better chalk it up now
Something like a virus how I'm poppin up now
Feelin like Mike how I'm ballin [*swish*] wow...
Running up a check, pockets jogging for miles
Suck my dick, bitch put it in ya mouth
I'ma let em all talk, I ain't blocking ya account
That's a fat check I ain't bout to toss out
I just keep it quiet, keep it moving like the crowd
Got em hoppin up and down, baby turn me up loud
Writer(s): Joshua Carroll, Chad Fields, Nick Gurfolino, Roger Ramos
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