The Lord's Chips

There are no spices
Where are the chips?
Somebody stole them
Did you not tell them that they were the Lord’s chips?
Yeah, yeah
Copped my girl a new whip
Lookin' too slick, twelve racks, this my spend (Shoot)
Turbo, get shook
Never, in park if you catch my drift (Yeah)
Live and direct get to Costco (Word)
Stackin' these chips for the Lord like nacho
You a lil' me, ho, I’m a head honcho
Play for the game, points my motto
And now we goin' up like
Apollo
Say you on IG, but I don’t
follow
Need a vacation, thinkin' 'bout
Cabo
Wife in a swimsuit, that’s my modl, yeah
Promise I ain’t doin' no more freebis
'Less you in my circle, then it’s just another meeting
I am very humble 'til you try to go and cheat me
At that point, I got no problem in leavin'
Don’t play games with me, guarantee you’ll get swept
Mind-build mentality, every day, I drip sweat
Everything paid off, brody, I ain’t in debt
Why I’m droppin' so much? Sheesh, need a big check, woah