Chardonnay (feat. Nasty C) Video (MV)

I tell her I'm on my way
And I got a Chardonnay
I know that she loves that shit
On my dick she wanna sit
I tell her I'm on my way
Your bitch ima confiscate
She's a bomb she's a grenade
You can have her back later
She cannot be kinky sober
So I brought lean and some soda
I'm fienda bend her over
F*ck a bedroom we've got a sofa
Don't let this moment pass
Cause in the morning it's over
Girl you look like you've got class
I'm feeling like a Casanova
Now she all wet like she in the sauna
She drips like a bottle of cold Coca-Cola
I'm having a conversation with her twins
I'm fluent with that body language
She keeps saying I'm sweet
But I can be a little savage ooh ooh ooh
I tell her I'm on my way
And I got a Chardonnay
I know that she loves that shit
On my dick she wanna sit
I tell her I'm on my way
Your bitch ima confiscate
She's a bomb she's a grenade
You can have her back later
I told lil mama hold up
One minute I'll be quick I swear
Got tired of my old bitch 'cause I wore her out
So I went ahead and got me a spare
She was in and out like a snare
F*cked on a couch in the dragon's lair
Cuff our weed we ain't passive here
Higher than Amy from Camden Square I swear
Fight that pussy I'm brawling
From the south ain't talking New Orleans
Ima ride her 'til she forking
Then take off I ain't with detouring
Fist cocked back approach with caution
Gang on sight here to take your portion
I like blue notes like Nipssey from Slauson
It's a long line tell the bitch to fall in
I tell her I'm on my way
And I got a Chardonnay
I know that she loves that shit
On my dick she wanna sit
I tell her I'm on my way
Your bitch ima confiscate
She's a bomb she's a grenade
You can have her back later
Put your back in poke out the ass baby
The harder I stroke the more it get mad wavy
You say you're bad can you gag for a bag baby
I know two of the same your mouth and a pram
I beat the box make the bitch wig slip off her
Drive the bitch crazy make the wheels spin off her
Oh you think you're icy knigga we'll defrost ya
All those hollow chains you're a Giggs imposter
Gorillas in the cut check your tone
You're a pussy knigga imitating thugs from your home
Face tats make a fake brat feel strong
When the cappin goes wrong they put caps in their own
It's a cold world get your coat
So when we get hot we splurge and we boast
I picked up a book and went nerd on 'em folks
Get my information go to work woah
Back to the topic I'm on my way
She got ass in her pockets oh my days
I know you had a long day and your man is a lame
Make you dry-up like hay well I'm gon' hydrate ya
I ain't gon' lie I'm gon' be late but
On the bright side you only wait for the great stuff
I'm getting some paper, wine, weed and cake cups
As soon as the wait's up I'm picking your weight up
I tell her I'm on my way
And I got a Chardonnay
I know that she loves that shit
On my dick she wanna sit
I tell her I'm on my way
Your bitch ima confiscate
She's a bomb she's a grenade
You can have her back later