Ticket lyrics - Chief Keef
These niggas ain't official (nah!)
Real nigga ain't in him (hannn!)
Dope all in the spine (dope!)
Probably why I can't feel 'em
Too much to lose (skrt!)
Probably why I ain't did em'
Gotta ball out for my dead homies
Probably why I ain't with em'
Ridin' around in this Fisker
10 hunnid for this Fisher
Thousand dollars for these Louies (beep, beep)
These here are official
Ball, ball, ball, foul, give me a whistle
Hoppin' out with that style, these here a ticket
Walkin' through the mall, and I'm smellin' like dope
Shoppin' in Gucci, they let me pour drink up
This convo, ain't a ticket? Then I got's to hangup
'Cause I love that blue cheese, like everybody loves Raymond
Come up in strip club, you fuck around get rained up
Go up in my hood, you fuck around get banged on
Loud pipes when I pull off, you can hear it when I swang em'
I'm in this bitch with a black hoodie, black Guccis, Trayvon
I parked in a no park and got me a ticket
Told the Lord to excuse me for my sinnin'
Man, I swear these bitches out here trippin'
If I was still in school, I'd have knots all in my Dickies
(Let's get it)
These niggas ain't official (nah!)
Real nigga ain't in him (hannn!)
Dope all in the spine (dope!)
Probably why I can't feel 'em
Too much to lose (skrt!)
Probably why I ain't did em'
Gotta ball out for my dead homies
Probably why I ain't with em'
Ridin' around in this Fisker
10 hunnid for this Fisher
Thousand dollars for these Louies (beep, beep)
These here are official
Ball, ball, ball, foul, give me a whistle
Hoppin' out with that style, these here a ticket
Free Slick, niggas keep talkin' that G shit
Niggas keep talkin' that sweet shit
Niggas ain't talkin' that street shit
Bitch, my pockets on deep dish
You don't hustle, you don't eat shit
Ride past you like I don't see shit
I let it seek me, I don't seek it
These niggas ain't official (nah!)
Real nigga ain't in him (hannn!)
Dope all in the spine (dope!)
Probably why I can't feel 'em
Too much to lose (skrt!)
Probably why I ain't did em'
Gotta ball out for my dead homies
Probably why I ain't with em'
Ridin' around in this Fisker
10 hunnid for this Fisher
Thousand dollars for these Louies (beep, beep)
These here are official
Ball, ball, ball, foul, give me a whistle
Hoppin' out with that style, these here a ticket
Gucci! Louis! Bang
Keke Palmer lyrics - Chief Keef
Catch up. Let's get it! (Huh? Huh?)
I know she gon' let me hit it
I do it later on, because you know I gotta get it
Blue book on me, yeah it's written
Don't mind me I'm just making these decisions
I walk in the rolls, with my llama
You don't want nothing nigga, so proceed to drama
Wrist looking colder than the Yonkers
Black thing sliding in the car call up Keke Palmer
I walk up in the spot fresher than a damn Islamic
It's a bird, it's a plane, nah nigga it's a comet
uh-uh-uh-uh I'm slidin' in that vomit
Smoking on this strong pack feelin' real atomic
Pass the blue thing my nickname is "Sonic"
I just left Saks now I'm pulling up to Sonic
Tryna get on Forbes 'cause they label me a convict
Slide the gear over you won't see a nigga comin'
'Cause Tadoe we on shit and we seeing how you bummin'
I don't fuck with you boa you seeing how I'm turnin'
Cops on the side and they're seeing how I'm burning
This bitch fast yeah they're seeing how I'm lunging
I know she gon' let me hit it
I do it later on, because you know I gotta get it
Blue book on me, yeah it's written
Don't mind me I'm just making these decisions
I walk in the rolls, with my llama
You don't want nothing nigga, so proceed to drama
Wrist looking colder than the Yonkers
Black thing sliding in the car call up Keke Palmer
200, so the cops pulled us over
I don't know if I'm high or I'm sober
Twin stickies, but this not Minnesota
Actin' a ass got the car bending over
Shorty send me roses and lotuses
Please don't get them lame boys involved with this
Hopped on yo shit and kill it, like "Who song is this?"
All up in my DM, man "Who mom is this?"
Walk up in yo spot, you know we running it (mm hmm, hmm)
Sack you in our touchdown, we loading it
Ice on, don't know no nigga cold as this (sosa, blick! Blick!)
I won't miss the shot, I don't need no assist
I know she gon' let me hit it
I do it later on, because you know I gotta get it
Blue book on me, yeah it's written
Don't mind me I'm just making these decisions
I walk in the rolls, with my llama
You don't want nothing nigga, so proceed to drama
Wrist looking colder than the Yonkers
Black thing sliding in the car call up Keke Palmer
Mailbox lyrics - Chief Keef
Sosa, baby
No, I can't calm down, bitch I'm too turnt up
Judge gon' give me life, foe 'nem Murders
Sittin' at a red light, pourin' this purp' up
See the LVs on my boxers, while I'm liftin' my shirt up
Cops tryna search us, hoes tryna twerk us
Walk in with all this ice, did it on purpose
Got spice like red hot, need to keep ya tail tucked
Have folks nem deliver this to you, put it in ya mailbox
Niggas be really knowin', bitches be really goin'
Look up and the ceilin' gone, that ass I'm feelin' on
Gimme a Christina Milian, I could pop me a wheelie on
Bout to go get some more chains, like I ain't got enough jewelry on
Went to the trap last night, and I looked up it was dawn
Got a U-Haul backin' in, with equipment and more laundry
You know we ain't really for none, all I know is get paper
I know killas, and they owe me big favors
Bitches XO me like Weeknd, I'm somewhere out eating
Stay yo ass in 2 feet, or go yo ass on the deep end
Someone hand me an ashtray, that's my boys who passed away
Keep my mouth laminated, 'til the day I'm eliminated
No I can't calm down, bitch I'm too turnt up
Judge gon' give me life, foe 'nem Murders
Sittin' at a red light, pourin' this purp' up
See the LVs on my boxers, while I'm liftin' my shirt up
Cops tryna search us, hoes tryna twerk us
Walk in with all this ice, did it on purpose
Got spice like red hot, need to keep ya tail tucked
Have folks nem deliver this to you, put it in ya mailbox
What's yo' address nigga? Where you live at nigga?
We ain't tryna hear that nigga, you know I'm a real ass nigga
Know I gotta get cash nigga, you know I want it real bad, nigga
My young niggas run down on you, treat you like a lil' ass nigga
Bitches see the ice, they see the cars, they see the bands they in the mood
They get in, into the spot, that's where the cars gon' take us to
I need top, I told them bitches that like it was breaking news
And you know I be about my chicken, bitch no Ramen noodles
Jail cell not even bigger than my pantry
We can't leave no trace I guess them gloves come in handy
It's lovely now, bitches be loving me now, aye
Had the bitch suckin' me up, she might end up shutting me down aye
No I can't calm down, bitch I'm too turnt up
Judge gon' give me life, foe 'nem Murders
Sittin' at a red light, pourin' this purp' up
See the LVs on my boxers, while I'm liftin' my shirt up
Cops tryna search us, hoes tryna twerk us
Walk in with all this ice, did it on purpose
Got spice like red hot, need to keep ya tail tucked
Have folks nem deliver this to you, put it in ya mailbox
Cook lyrics - Chief Keef
Sosa baby, G.B.E. baby
Cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
It look like I cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
It look like I cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
It look like I cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
It look like I cook dope
In the AMG, lookin' like I cook dope
Since I'm a fucking pimp, I'ma need a good hoe
Catch your ass lackin', give your ass some good smoke
The bitch up in this foreign will give your ass some good throat
The bitch up in the trap will give your ass a good pack
The shooter ridin' with me get your ass in a bag
Beef ain't really nothin', nah, really it's a snack
Before I made it here, I was runnin' through the packs
Runnin' through the racks up in Saks, it's a fact
To ride presidential, I done blacked out the 'lac
Put the rover up and I done backed out the back
Told 'em send the fiends to the back house for crack
I hop up out the whip, look like I sell controlled substances
When she see the ice, I bet I leave the bitch like, "Oh, shit!"
Lookin' like the plug, 'cause I'm really on my boss shit
Trapper on my lap, just in case I have to bust shit
Cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
It look like I cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
It look like I cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
It look like I cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
It look like I cook dope
Got a hundred bags, served all dimes
Got a thousand more of those, call the line
Snowman, I want seventeen fives
Why a dealership tellin' me lies?
Told me that my trunk was up in the front
But it's in the back, bitches think it's summer
Slide the van doors, beat a nigga drum
I promise you won't even see a nigga comin'
'Cause I move like Obama, probably fucked your mama
Saw a bad bitch walkin', she want me to run up
She saw the falcon stripes down the middle of the foreign
Saw the fire out the pipes then I knew that bitch was goin'
Don't make me hit your college, fuck your bitch up in your dorm
I don't even know her, too many bitches in my phone
Let me cut this Marvin on, that mean we can get it on
You know bitches love dope, that's why they can't leave me 'lone
Cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
It look like I cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
It look like I cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
It look like I cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope, cook dope
It look like I cook dope
Bad lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)
[Tadoe (Chief Keef):]
(Bitch, O'Block, bitch)
Smoking out yo dead homies
Thirty boppers for a opp (Bitch)
Fifty round or a hundred, y'all know how we coming
Big guns, they long body
Smoking out the 448 (Let's get it)
All we do is get money (Catch up!)
All we know is pop tags (Catch up!)
All we know is rock shows (Sosa baby)
All we know is run them bands up (Let's get it)
Green guacamole, check out my new Rollie
[Chief Keef:]
I'ma bad motherfucker, swish, I'ma splash brother
Ice on me, colder than Chiraq weather
I'ma bad mamba jamba, and I keep a hammer
Wanna see a nigga dead, wanna see me in the slammer
I'm so bad-ass, fool, I can buy a school
Shawty send me nudes, I ain't wearing Trues
I'ma bad motherfucker
It can crash, motherfucker
Cracking cards, you lil fraud
The ink in this choppa still pass pipes
I'm pulling all nighters, I'm not tired
You can see me from afar
Grab a pound of smokes then I roll it up
Take your block and I blow it up
Got in her back and I tore it up
Adobe Lightroom, how I'm gloing up
My wrist like water
Now I got more money than my father
Like El Chapo, bitch we kill your honor
I pass the streets with flying colors
I'ma bad motherfucker, swish, I'ma splash brother
Ice on me, colder than Chiraq weather
I'ma bad mamba jamba, and I keep a hammer
Wanna see a nigga dead, wanna see me in the slammer
I'm so bad-ass, fool, I can buy a school
Shawty send me nudes, I ain't wearing Trues
I'ma bad motherfucker
It can crash, motherfucker
I get this swagga from my mama
Grab the bullets for my llama
Ride right or wrong with my partner
Burger king I got that whopper
And I'm on some playa shit, facial cleanser with cucumbers
Like Tadoe I'm counting blue bummas
Smelling just like some new money
My chain looking like a [?]
All this loud I can't hear you (dope)
The cops is all outside, money and bitches there too
Baby I'm so mellow, won't go slow yellow
If you catch me sleep, one eyes open though
This bitch heads a freak, we're up in a suite
Gat, when I sleep, I feel like Memphis Bleek
What hand you rolling with? I'm feeling like I'm Beans
Pass me the throne, I'm feeling like a king
I'ma bad motherfucker, swish, I'ma splash brother
Ice on me, colder than Chiraq weather
I'ma bad mamba jamba, and I keep a hammer
Wanna see a nigga dead, wanna see me in the slammer
I'm so bad-ass, fool, I can buy a school
Shawty send me nudes, I ain't wearing Trues
I'ma bad motherfucker
It can crash, motherfucker
Text lyrics - Chief Keef
Beat Gains
Stuntman
Sosa baby
Runnin' up that sack
Smokin' on this dope, also known as pack
And we got them GATs, we won't cut no slack
In these Fendi slacks, I be speakin' facts
I'm all about a stack
Big-ass blunts of thrax, and that be the OG, just to be exact
She like how I flex, so she want some sex
I don't wanna talk
She don't wanna text
Please don't cross the gun line, gon' cost you your sunshine
And I got the D-line lookin' like a lunch line
And today is payday, so you know it's crunch time
Got my AR with me, that's my little sunshine
Pour that codeine up, it's 'bout that get drunk time
You gon' catch your deer, I'ma go and hunt mine
Got the utensils bitch I got the supplies
Y'all my shorties so, when you see me say "What up Dad!"
Ain't no puff, puff-pass, boy I had a rough past
In the second grade I had a BB in my lunch bag
You know the streets is some ties, get stuck like a thumb tack
Foe nem took yo choppa from you, come and get your drum back
Runnin' up that sack
Smokin' on this dope, also known as pack
And we got them GATs, we won't cut no slack
In these Fendi slacks, I be speakin' facts
I'm all about a stack
Big-ass blunts of thrax, and that be the OG, just to be exact
She like how I flex, so she want some sex
I don't wanna talk
She don't wanna text
I'ma pour this pint up in some lemon lime
You can get yo shit split, fuckin' with me and the guys
Mobbin' with some big shit, don't pay us no mind
Hit you with some big hits, won't take us no time
Your bitch want this big dick, she not even fine
Pockets be on be big bitch, I'm not even lyin'
This shit is off the fuckin' dome, I'm not even tryin'
It ain't hard to get up with me, I'm not even hidin'
Bwoy that old-ass Benz, you not even slidin'
Hit yo' bitch from the back, she gone let me have it
Bitch I'm all about the dollars like I play with Dallas
Turn this shit malfunction, texting me could get tragedy
Bang
This shit is crazy
I'm a 90s baby, I know nothin' 'bout the 80s
Hit you from Atlanta, take a L, look like McGrady
We was really warrin', I looked up and God just saved me
Runnin' up that sack
Smokin' on this dope, also known as pack
And we got them GATs, we won't cut no slack
In these Fendi slacks, I be speakin' facts
I'm all about a stack
Big-ass blunts of thrax, and that be the OG just to be exact
She like how I flex, so she want some sex
I don't wanna talk
She don't wanna text
Bang!
Glory Bridge lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)
Ness on the beat
[A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie:]
All fly shit I used to go to school like this
"Off-White" kicks my shoelaces say shoelaces (Yeah)
Orange tiger on my shirt I'm in some Gucci shit (Yeah)
She keep lying on my dick she on some hoochie shit (Yeah)
We pull up in 20 Rari's on some movie shit, yeah
I will never say I'm sorry to a goofy bitch, yeah
Slide up on her drop her off and let my goony hit, yeah
You a dirty little thot, you little stupid bitch
[Chief Keef:]
Bitches in my phone taking space up, yeah
No I can't be lacking got my face up, yeah
Drip more purple than a Laker, yeah (esketit)
Eyes more red than a laser, yeah
Faces on me bigger than fantasias, yeah
Shakespeare on a bitch named Anastasia, yeah
You can get her back, I'm not a saviour, yeah
Rolling on your exes, Charles Xavier, yeah
I ain't got no service call me later, yeah
Riding right past all me haters, yeah
I done spent rope on me laces, yeah
Feds got us on they papers tryna trace us, yeah
Marshall Law with the moves, Tekken
Ball with my brodies been with them since AND1
Bitch you ugly you and yo friend can't come
Motor make a hood hop, huh J-Kwon
She know I got more sauce than A1
Supposed to be at the gathering at 1
Sean Carter bag, I'm tryna catch one
She think I'm cute, top me quick, it was a fast one
[A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie:]
She wanted me to clean her mess but I got on Hermes, yeah
She tried to catch me on her snap before I got undressed, yeah
If I don't pull up in all black, I'll pull up in all red, yeah
30,000 on a rollie, my little bitch a brat, yeah
I'm in my bag now I'm odee, yeah
I ain't never had no OG, yeah
I get money, it ain't low-key, yeah
Hit her once and then I proceed, ay
And I can't picture bein' broke these days
She gave me head I told her don't breathe, ay
If you love her nigga don't sneeze, ay
She was covered up in codeine, ay
You a aunty you a dope fiend, ay
Don't get too close if you don't know me ay
I chill with shottas chill with protégés ay
Red bottoms like a nosebleed, ay
Get It lyrics - Chief Keef
I ain't even trippin', girl, I get it
I'ma throw this money while you get it
You say you want this money, come and get it (Ha, let's get it)
I throw this shit up 'cause I get it
Call your friend up, and tell her, "Get it"
I'm a fuck around, come and get it
She gon' see me in this big buildin' (skrt, skrt)
That's when she gon' let a nigga get it (bang, bang)
When I was 16 I knew somethin'
That's when I knew I had to get it
Fuck that lyin' on wax, shoot somethin' (bang, bang)
Let my dogs out on ya, let 'em get it (bang)
Nigga, do something, move something
I'm in a strip club, still stuntin'
Ten thousand on a futon
I'm Margiela walkin', oh yeah
I'm in a strip club, throwin' Benjis
They let us in this bitch with the semi
I fuck around and ice out the Fendi
I fuck around and pipe out a Bentley
I fuck around and platinum on my semis (yah)
I fuck around and platinum, not an Emmy
And my chopper hit the folks, I call 'em Jimmy
Make it sway through your block and let it empty
I ain't even tripping girl, I get it
I'm a throw this money while you get it
You say you want this money, come and get it
I throw this shit up, 'cause I get it
Call your friend up, and tell her, "Get it"
I'm a fuck around, come and get it
She gon' see me in this big buildin' (skrt, skrt)
That's when she gon' let a nigga get it (bang, bang)
I done fell in love with foreign whips (skrt, skrt)
I done got used to foreign trips
I done went to Paris for some coats (Louis)
Come and get it if you want some smoke (chill, chill, chill)
Baby, call your friend, tell her slide (skrt, skrt)
We in this bitch throwin' racks all night
We see the pressure from the engine off the pipe
I'm in this bitch lookin' flyer than a kite
Hit a nigga bitch, tell her "Come over"
She see it's me on every fuckin' poster
And on my whip game proper
I don't really let the bitch chauffeur
I'm pourin' more pints than a doctor
Tell 'em hold the motherfuckin' boxers
I be ganja smokin' like a rasta
Get it at the same time with my partner (bang, bang)
I ain't even tripping girl, I get it
I'm a throw this money while you get it
You say you want this money, come and get it
I throw this shit up, 'cause I get it
Call your friend up, and tell her, "Get it"
I'm a fuck around, come and get it
She gon' see me in this big buildin' (skrt, skrt)
That's when she gon' let a nigga get it (bang, bang)
Negro lyrics - Chief Keef
We ain't got same ball lil' nigga
We ain't cut from the same cloth, lil' nigga
Touch you on, I can turn you off, lil' nigga
Have my young nigga knock you out, lil' nigga
We ain't from the same neighborhood, lil' nigga
We don't play with the same ball, lil' nigga
We don't get the same good-good, lil' nigga
We don't smoke the same dope, lil' nigga
You need to stop chasin' that lil hoe, lil' nigga
And chase your bankroll, lil' nigga
Better hope that it don't fold, lil' nigga
Summer starting to be cold, lil' nigga
Shawty think I'm a hit the mall up with her
So I had to send Ballout with her
Had to send her luggage with her
I'ma fly out tomorrow, nigga
Pull up to the show lookin' vatos
A million niggas in this truck, lil' nigga
Ain't no passive mode
Hope your ass good at duckin', lil nigga
Up This AR in front of you, lil' nigga
Take your manhood right in front of you, lil' nigga
You ain't the only one from my jungle, lil' nigga
Put a hole in you the size of funyun, lil' nigga
Back in the day, smokin' them dubs, smokin' 'em 8ths
Now look at me, 14 in my cone, wrist cost me a G
But I had goggles with heat sensors
Enough Monclar for 16 winters
I bought Louis bags, stick green in it
Guarantee your bitch would sleep with it
Now that's fucked up, my Louis bag get more ass than you
And the monster on the back of this Fendi bag get more cash than you
And these fingers on me, count cash faster than you
'Look up Marlon, say cheese', turn nigga face to the news
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We ain't cut from the same cloth, lil' nigga
Less Speed lyrics - Chief Keef
Point me to the racks, please (Racks, please)
Before I make this fuckin' mac squeeze (Mac squeeze)
Don't make these fuckin' racks sneeze (Racks sneeze)
You little niggas is some pet-peeves (Pet-peeves)
Up in traffic, where you catch me (Catch me)
So much ice, I could jet ski (Jet ski)
This bitch wish she never met me (Met me)
I told her more brakes, less speed (Less speed)
You know I got the hammer, even in my pajamas
He is not a member, we don't want him around us
Smokin' on this dope pack, how much you get a pound for?
I can get you real dope, stop lookin' 'cause you found him
Accelerate then hit the gas, we don't fuck with you, we sped pass
We rolled pass then doubled back
Let down the window then upped the Mac
Like FAH-FAH-FAH, tell 'em that
Folded up put it back in duffel bag
Gotta blick on me, I'm bussin' that
Swear it ain't shit here, tough as that
If you was 'bout it nigga, you would buss back
These hoes nigga, I ain't trustin' that
These bitches nigga, I ain't lovin' that
I'ma hit once and I'm puntin' that
Man, fuck you niggas, I ain't stuntin' that
Put em' in a cycle like a laundromat
I'm high as hell of this onion pack
And I'm ridin' 'round in this Iron Man
Point me to the racks, please (Racks, please)
Before I make this fuckin' mac squeeze (Mac squeeze)
Don't make these fuckin' racks sneeze (Racks sneeze)
You little niggas is some pet-peeves (Pet-peeves)
Up in traffic, where you catch me (Catch me)
So much ice, I could jet ski (Jet ski)
This bitch wish she never met me (Met me)
I told her more brakes, less speed (Less speed)
She want me to fuck her, I'm so low off stamina
She's a fuckin' freak too, she put us on camera
She got that non-stick shit, I'ma name her Pamela
I be poppin' big shit, I'm livin' spectacular
I gotta bitch named Tabatha, flip her like a spatula
And the way she suck me, I cannot be mad at her
I'ma fuckin' changed man, I cannot be draggin' her
Stay gettin' the same bands, but my Louis lavender
Point me to the racks, please (Racks, please)
Before I make this fuckin' mac squeeze (Mac squeeze)
Don't make these fuckin' racks sneeze (Racks sneeze)
You little niggas is some pet-peeves (Pet-peeves)
Up in traffic, where you catch me (Catch me)
So much ice, I could jet ski (Jet ski)
This bitch wish she never met me (Met me)
I told her more brakes, less speed (Less speed)
Come On Now lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Lil Yachty)
[Chief Keef:]
Parked the foreign in a handicap
Get a ticket, pay that shit
Spend that money, make that shit
I was in Broward county, late as shit
What's the tab, chains on, feel like fab
Make her feel this wrath, make her catch a cab
I'ma go my path, I'ma roll my half
I don't like to kick it, nigga come on now
I don't like to kick it, in my pockets bitches
I spin her no fidget, and my chips got ridges
Speedin' over bridges, need that crispy chicken
For my ugly days, I do pretty spendin'
For I don't feel like did Diddy gettin' kitty in your city
Foenem got my 50 if you got a problem with me
All this power feel like 50 you want me nigga come and get me
You can call me Sosa Cannon Lion got them drones with me
Filet mignon, cheese, nachos
I need combos, too much, I know
Hundreds, fifty's, give me, you hear me
You so silly, run up the millis
Parked the foreign in a handicap
Get a ticket, pay that shit
Spend that money, make that shit
I was in Broward county, late as shit
What's the tab, chains on, feel like fab
Make her feel this wrath, make her catch a cab
I'ma go my path, I'ma roll my half
I don't like to kick it, nigga come on now
[Lil Yachty:]
Fucking with me, they gon' bring them hemis
Hollow tips, cracking all your chips
All my dogs fighting like I'm Michael Vick
Got a condo in Atlanta, where I fuck my bitch
Fuck my bitch, where I fuck your bitch
Thirty six diamonds shine like MJ's pants
And my gang be off the wall but I don't wear no vans
Ay, get your mans 'fore I cut off his hands
I got hoes in every city, got a wool for every season
I leave all my bitches fiending, 'cause I leave that pussy leaking
Got a big Bentley and a G Wagon, fuck your Jeep
Bitch, I'm finally rich like that nigga Chief Keef
[Chief Keef:]
Parked the foreign in a handicap
Get a ticket, pay that shit
Spend that money, make that shit
I was in Broward county, late as shit
What's the tab, chains on, feel like fab
Make her feel this wrath, make her catch a cab
I'ma go my path, I'ma roll my half
I don't like to kick it, nigga come on now
Kills lyrics - Chief Keef
Sosa baby
GBE baby
Bang Bang
O'Block
Let's get it
I sell, I ship, I bag, I seal
I swag, that Gucci, that Louie, for real
Big knots in my Balmains, it is
The thing under this Louie, it kills
I sell (that dope)
I bag, I seal, I swag (that Gucci)
The Louie, for real, big knots (I got in my)
Balmains, it is the thing (that's up under)
This Louie, it kills, bang
So high up off this dope, I need a parachute
I'm in this Bentley coupe, it's filled with residue
I got my dawgs with me and now I let them loose
Tell the cops lies, 'cause I can't tell the truth
I'm rocking Louie sandals, my son got on Louie pampers
So many Gucci sandals, my house smell like Gucci candles
Smoking thoinky oinky, you know I got that thoinky on me
Smoking thoinky oinky, you know I got that thoinky on me
I sell, I ship, I bag, I seal
I swag, that Gucci, that Louie, for real
Big knots in my Balmains, it is
The thing under this Louie, it kills
I sell (that dope)
I bag, I seal, I swag (that Gucci)
The Louie for real, big knots (I got in my)
Balmains, it is the thing (that's up under)
This Louie, it kills, bang
I got a half a pound, it's rolled up in a joint
You can't hate me now, I'm in foreign cars
She used to hate me now, now she wanna fuck
It's only one way from down, bitch I'm going up
I got the dope and it's in my Louie backpack
In a sports car, racing to the racks
Keep on hating on me, you not doing that bad
I'm in this M truck, the plates say fast
I sell, I ship, I bag, I seal
I swag, that Gucci, that Louie, for real
Big knots in my Balmains, it is
The thing under this Louie, it kills
I sell (that dope)
I bag, I seal, I swag (that Gucci)
The Louie, for real, big knots (I got in my)
Balmains, it is the thing (that's up under)
This Louie, it kills, bang
Told Y'all lyrics - Chief Keef
I'm in a new whip, you ain't seen it (Nah)
Finna hit the Sprite with the remix (Lean)
All this fuckin' Fendi, I'm the cleanest (Huh?)
I'm so wavy, make a bitch seasick (Let's get it)
I can only pipe a bitch if she thick (Yeah)
Pistol beat like Bankroll & D. Rich (Bitch)
Two grand on these LV kicks (Louis, Louis, Louis)
Couple hundred horsepower, eat this
Okay, you niggas wanna sneak diss (Huh?)
Chasin' after money leave me sleepless (Ftftftft)
Type of nigga fall off for a weak bitch (Beep, beep, beep)
I took her to the crib, let her eat this
Billie Jean, told a bitch to beat it (Yeah)
Up, how she let a nigga beat it (Bang)
Would've told her she'll make a good parent (Yeah)
Until she swallowed my semen (Catch up)
I told y'all I was gon' ball (Swish)
I told y'all I was gon' shit, no stall (Swish)
I told your girl, I was gon' call (Huh?)
Didn't hit her number back 'cause it ain't happen at all (Nah)
I told y'all I was gonna rock designer (Yeah)
I told y'all I was gonna get them bands (Ftftftft)
And if you wanna get super fuckin' rich (Beep, beep, beep)
Then only thing you need to stop fuckin' with is friends
I told y'all I was gonna eat good (Yeah)
I told y'all I was gonna make it out the hood (Let's get it)
I told y'all I'ma count big racks (Huh)
Opp in my lane and I'm grabbin' the wood (Bang, bang, bang)
Told y'all that I got the MAC, Steve Jobs (Yeah)
All this motherfuckin' horsepower, yee-haw! (Skrrt, skrrt)
Bitch, I got bigger guns than T.I. (Bang, bang)
He told y'all that I don't, then he lied (Bang, bang, bang)
I just hit this blunt so motherfuckin' hard (Dope)
Your bitch just jumped in my motherfuckin' car (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I'm authentic, you's a motherfuckin' fraud (True, true, true, true)
And my clip is a motherfuckin' large (Let's get it)
If I take the pedal in this foreign (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Oh can't you tell 'em, I'm ignorant (Huh? Huh? Huh?)
Used to be slidin' down St. Lawrence (Yeah)
If we catch you lackin' then we scorin' (Bang, bang, bang)
Pull up in that all-white like a Nazi (Skrrt)
Lookin' out for police and paparazzi (Yeah)
This bitch hotter than a Taki (Huh)
Told her give me that asap, Rocky (Bitch)
Pull up in that all-white like a Nazi (Bitch)
Lookin' out for police and paparazzi (Bitch)
This bitch hotter than a Taki (Yeah)
Told her give me that asap, Rocky (Let's get it)
I told y'all I was gon' ball (Swish)
I told y'all I was gon' shit, no stall (Swish)
I told your girl, I was gon' call (Huh?)
Didn't hit her number back 'cause it ain't happen at all (Nah)
I told y'all I was gonna rock designer (Yeah)
I told y'all I was gonna get them bands (Ftftftft)
And if you wanna get super fuckin' rich (Beep, beep, beep)
Then only thing you need to stop fuckin' with is friends
I told y'all I was gonna eat good (Yeah)
I told y'all I was gonna make it out the hood (Let's get it)
I told y'all I'ma count big racks (Huh)
Opp in my lane and I'm grabbin' the wood (Bang, bang, bang)
Told y'all that I got the MAC, Steve Jobs (Yeah)
All this motherfuckin' horsepower, yee-haw! (Skrrt, skrrt)
Bitch, I got bigger guns than T.I. (Bang, bang)
He told y'all that I don't, then he lied (Bang, bang, bang)
Let Me See lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)
[Tadoe:]
Let me see if I can find some change up in my pocket
Work all out so I gotta restock it
Pussy ain't good but I act like I like it
Let me see if I can find a fuck to give, slightly
Fire comin' out the pipe, lookin' like some lightnin'
In that foreign four door with a couple vikings
Let me see if I can roll this blunt while I'm drivin'
Let me see if I can drop the top while I'm ridin'
[Chief Keef:]
Let me see if Louis got these flops in my size
Let me see if these niggas gon' jock my attire
Let me see if Gucci got this top in my size
The only thing I got is my Glock and my pride
Wet his block up and let me see is he gon' slide
Light the car up and let me see is he gon' ride
We can have a threesome, let me see if she don't mind
We can have a meeting but let's see if Keef on time
I don't need no shooter, I'ma shoot for me and mine
Ain't shit changed, bitch, I'm shootin' every time
Let me see if I feel like sellin' you a line
Let me see if these gangstas is really droppin' dimes (let's get it)
Make that money, bitch (let me see)
What you workin' with? (let me see)
What you twerkin' with? (let me see)
Fuck who you in here with (let me see)
We in this Maybach, bitch (let me see)
Pull them curtains, bitch (let me see)
These real fuckin' diamonds (let me see)
And you know that bitch (let me see)
Make that money, bitch (let me see)
What you workin' with? (let me see)
What you twerkin' with? (let me see)
Fuck who you in here with (let me see)
We in this Maybach, bitch (let me see)
Pull them curtains, bitch (let me see)
These real fuckin' diamonds (let me see)
And you know that bitch (let me see)
Ridin' up in that snowgo, let me see if this store closed
Throwin' bands in this, go go, Louis Vuitton polo
Ridin' up in this pogo, switch gears like gogo
I just smoked like 3 ounces, finna roll up 4 more
Shoppin' out in NoHo, bad bitch named Coco
Smokin' Def yeah nigga So So, livin' fabulous, nigga Loso
Goin' 200 from the popos, 200 smokin' on dope smokes
Hit a pothole on a Low Pros, sneak diss, you so bold
Just iced out a new logo, ain't givin' no free promo
These fuckin' rappers is homos, been off the porch for so long
They ain't ridin' with me then so long, stick in the Glock and it's so long
Pipes on the car, they so long, like (skrt, skrt) bitch, hold on
(Let's get it)
Make that money, bitch (let me see)
What you workin' with? (let me see)
What you twerkin' with? (let me see)
Fuck who you in here with (let me see)
We in this Maybach, bitch (let me see)
Pull them curtains, bitch (let me see)
These real fuckin' diamonds (let me see)
And you know that bitch (let me see)
Make that money, bitch (let me see)
What you workin' with? (let me see)
What you twerkin' with? (let me see)
Fuck who you in here with (let me see)
We in this Maybach, bitch (let me see)
Pull them curtains, bitch (let me see)
These real fuckin' diamonds (let me see)
And you know that bitch (let me see)
Be Back lyrics - Chief Keef
Count that cash fast
And you know I'm smokin' big gas bags
Hit Saks with big ass cash backs
Don't come to Chiraq, you're better off in Baghdad
Where the fuck is the money? Let me get that
Everything designer, but it's mismatched
Where that Reese money 'cause we need that
Ain't see you on yo block, but we gon' be back
I got big knots, in my Balmains
I be balling, like a ball game
Get to sparkin', no talkin'
Chopper in the bag, make the mall rain
Bitch, it's Chief So, where the beef go?
Talking like you 'bout it, where your teeth go?
I got the heat though, for niggas trickos
Stacking cheese up, like they Pringles
Count that cash fast
And you know I'm smokin' big gas bags
Hit Saks with big ass cash backs
Don't come to Chiraq, you're better off in Baghdad
Where the fuck is the money? Let me get that
Everything designer, but it's mismatched
Where that Reese money 'cause we need that
Ain't see you on yo block, but we gon' be back
Hop in a switch up, commit a pick up
I'm in a foreign truck, gettin' my dick sucked
New Louies, come take a picture
Commit a touchdown, from a kick-up
To prevent a stick up, how your stick-up?
How your funds up? How your clique up?
When it's time for the hit, uh, don't catch the hiccups
You ain't really 'bout it, give that stick up
Count that cash fast
And you know I'm smokin' big gas bags
Hit Saks with big ass cash backs
Don't come to Chiraq, you're better off in Baghdad
Where the fuck is the money? Let me get that
Everything designer, but it's mismatched
Where that Reese money 'cause we need that
Ain't see you on yo block, but we gon' be back
Call'n lyrics - Chief Keef
Zaytoven!
(Pour drank on the carpet)
Sosa baby, GBE baby
(The haters, they talk shit)
Bitch, catch up, catch up
(Got your hoe free from an auction)
Had to take one second
To think about all these motherfucking blessings
Yeah, I got a license but I'm driving real reckless
Designer done turned to a fetish
She gon' eat the hot dog 'cause I get the relish
Come and get this work 'cause you know I gotta settle it
Before I get the coupe, yeah, you know I gotta test it
'Cause I cut into this hundred thousand and invest it
In the strip club, throwing money like it's nothing
Smoke that bitch out, now the police fussing
Make the po' man nigga know that we coming
Shorty on X, don't tell me if you see something
And what I'm smoking smelling like I'm eating onions
Remember growing up like I gotta be something
All this fucking cake like I gotta eat something
And I'm tryna quit but the drank keep callin'
Had to take one second
To think about all these motherfucking blessings
Yeah, I got a license but I'm driving real reckless
Designer done turned to a fetish
She gon' eat the hot dog 'cause I get the relish
Come and get this work 'cause you know I gotta settle it
Before I get the coupe, yeah, you know I gotta test it
'Cause I cut into this hundred thousand and invest it
Pour drank on the carpet
We on our guap shit
The haters, they talk shit
But later, they walking
Got your hoe free from an auction
She steady talking
I be steady flossing
Organizing boss shit
(Bang, bang-bang)
Had to take one second
To think about all these motherfucking blessings
Yeah, I got a license but I'm driving real reckless
Designer done turned to a fetish
She gon' eat the hot dog 'cause I get the relish
Come and get this work 'cause you know I gotta settle it
Before I get the coupe, yeah, you know I gotta test it
'Cause I cut into this hundred thousand and invest it
At the strip club, throwing money like it's nothing
Smoke that bitch out, now the police fussing
Shorty on X, gon' tell me if he see something
Yeah, what I'm smoking, smelling like I'm eating onions
Remember growing up like I gotta be something
All this fucking cake like I gotta eat something
And I'm tryna quit but the drank keep callin'
Drank keep callin'
Drank keep callin'
Germs lyrics - Chief Keef
This bitch said all I do is flirt
Fuck hoes and all I do is dirt
Man, all these niggas do is purr
I'm skrt-skrting, finna do a curb
Sit back, all you gotta do is learn
I stay trapping, all I do is earn
Your bitch went on you, 'cause you a therm
But you can have her back, 'cause she has germs
I got big rings, I got big bank
I got chips, Lays, finna hit Chase
Eating filet mignon, aye
Living like a playa, priest to a maid
It's all about the free, she gon' let me skeet
She said you rollin', we put you on E
I gotta bitch that look like Kelly Bundy
Back then she woulda said that I was ugly
This bitch said all I do is flirt
Fuck hoes and all I do is dirt
Man, all these niggas do is purr
I'm skrt-skrting, finna do a curb
Sit back, all you gotta do is learn
I stay trapping, all I do is earn
Your bitch went on you, 'cause you a therm
But you can have her back, 'cause she has germs
Hi baby doll, come meet ice
You are all doomed to delight
Give me some Sprite and some ice
Walked in the bank like, "hi honey, I'm home,"
Think I'm Randy Moss, I'm going wide
She think I'm Krayzie Bone, but she gon' let me bone
You saying this and that, but you high
I'm in LA but I'm on my fucking way to Rome
Turn a .4-0 to two tone, you know I gotta shit on em
Gotta get my poop on, I was tired of riding trucks
Had to get my coupe on, I started with one verse
Had to get my two on
This bitch said all I do is flirt
Fuck hoes and all I do is dirt
Man, all these niggas do is purp
I'm skrt-skrting, finna do a curb
Sit back, all you gotta do is learn
I stay trapping, all I do is earn
Your bitch went on you, 'cause you a therm
But you can have her back, 'cause she has germs
Hot lyrics - Chief Keef
Zaytoven!
Let's get it
The block (hot), my kicks (hot)
This whip (hot), my bitch (hot)
The trap (hot), the pot (hot)
I hit the jack (pot), had to pull a cash out
I'm smoking cheese, I'm rocking bling
There ain't shit, that what it be
LV on my feet, and on my teeth
Open up the pack, and let it reek
This is checkered field T, it's not Burberry
We ain't scared of po-po, word to Tyler Perry
We in them foreigns back to back, now we on a journey
After my Miranda rights, I need my attorney
Wife beater like it's hot, but it's really really not
All this well earned ice, that I really really rock
All these damn designer clothes that I really really cop
Niggas pray really really that I really really flop
Gas in the car, I don't ever let it up
Got a foreign out the cut, it was time to rev it up
All green Valentino looking like some 7-Up
I wipe my ass with a hundred, fuck around and tear it up (catch up)
Get that backwards redrum
You wanna smoke, here we come
Loaded with them drums
They go brr-rum-dum-bum-bum
Got the big rubber bands
Feeling like the man
Your bitch can get ran
In the club with some bands
I do what I gotta do, move what I gotta move
Just to get the fucking loot, bitch ain't in my room
All this water, I need a swimming suit, counting up revenue
I just met this bitch but I put fuck her in my schedule
Bitches on my testicles, cruising down Melrose
Fly by and choo-choo like I'm on a railroad
Baby got an ass on her, damn she shaped like J-Lo
And she got that good grizzle, you a lucky fellow
Yeah, I had to pipe her, cash excite her
Cash get a bitch wet, put her in a dryer
I don't even want her, put her in a fire
She said she dig my jeans, she say she dig my fibre
Run 'em niggas over, put 'em in a tire
Dope got my stove stuffed you can call me Skylar
I just make deposits, you can call me Swiper
I'm in the trackhoe, you're in a viper
(Smoking satellites) Amen
(And we wiling) saying
(Niggas out here) playing
(We got a strip club) raining
How You Like Me Now lyrics - Chief Keef
I'm actin' brand new, how you like me now
Car got autopilot, have it drive me 'round
I take that bloody money and have it wipe me down
And if you want some smoke them folks gon' short you down
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
Them bitches laughed at me but they like me now
Blue face hunduns, how you like me now?
I'ma get a feast, you can have a seat, stuntin' casualties
Hit LA, 'cause in Chiraq, it be hot as Greece
Treat a bitch, how she like me now, told that bitch to flee
She a flee, I'm a fuckin' beast, walk up by a creek
In the trap, what you want a P? Go come with that fee
Takin' trips, and I'm gonna see what you'll never see
Bitch I turned out everything that I planned to be
Ain't no success with Plan A, then it's Plan B
Ain't no maybe with this gang shit, it's a guarantee
Man these bitches all in my hair, like some Pantene
All I need is the biggest firm to defend me
Couldn't box no fucks to give, so I left it empty
I'm actin' brand new, how you like me now
Car got autopilot, have it drive me 'round
I take that bloody money and have it wipe me down
And if you want some smoke them folks gon' shut you down
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
Them bitches laughed at me but they like me now
Blue face hunduns, how you like me now?
Nigga you a dork, and I'm very important
Goin' Randy Orton, police get behind you, that don't mean abort
Hit the scene, hoes, bunch of green, bitch lets fill a pint
Touchdown, one for the team, that's what they like to see
Kanye, slow down, drive slow
How you like me? I'm a dog what's the petco
Get my feet down, it's so comfy
Smell some slices, in a bakery, I'm going Kimbo
Dehydrated, I need Fiji
Touch remote to the TV
Hit the arco like habibi
You see that foreign? It's 250
Lets see who all leave the parking lot when we start pullin' out
And this thoinky so damn loud it's like I cannot put it out
I'm actin' brand new, how you like me now
Car got autopilot, have it drive me 'round
I take that bloody money and have it wipe me down
And if you want some smoke them folks gon' shut you down
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
Them bitches laughed at me but they like me now
Blue face hunduns, how you like me now?
Milk Me lyrics - Chief Keef
(Holly-Holly-Hollywood J)
Seize the parking lot it's Mayday (day, day)
Folk nem riding with my AK, (AK, AK)
Bullets coming out like hair spray (spray, spray)
Fuck these niggas 'cause they're super, super fake (fake)
Kick it with your bitch like I'm Liu Kang
Post a pic of her tying my shoe (shoe) string (string)
I'mma count this counter like still, still, stee, stee!
Man I swear the system tryna milk me!
New two seater, new leather
New Beretta, new count, a new medal
New leather, new hoes, new money
New house, two levels!
New bag, new me
Patch on my pants it's a B
That remedy, best believe
I'm really high, ain't no catching me
Hair long, money long
Bitches like to smell my cologne
They get footlonged, fucked on
"Bitch, bye" sent home, fuck on
"Calm down, fucks wrong?
Stop calling my motherfucking phone!"
Move on, let alone, you be running 'round
Getting fucked on
Seize the parking lot it's Mayday (day, day)
Folk nem riding with my AK, (AK, AK)
Bullets coming out like hair spray (spray, spray)
Fuck these niggas 'cause they're super, super fake (fake)
Kick it with your bitch like I'm Liu Kang
Post a pic of her tying my shoe (shoe) string (string)
I'mma count this counter like still, still, stee, stee!
Man I swear the system tryna milk me!
The mud tryna kill, kill me
Got thot face down on some silk, silk sheets
When the jury tryna stick my lawyer "Help, help me"
These fucking cops tryna jail, jail me!
Man you gotta understand yea, yea
I want stacks and rubber bands yea, yea
Need that dinero, hand to hand, yea, yea, yea
I throw it in a Louie bag yea, yea, yea
Seize the parking lot it's Mayday (day, day)
Folk nem riding with my AK, (AK, AK)
Bullets coming out like hair spray (spray, spray)
Fuck these niggas 'cause they're super, super fake (fake)
Kick it with your bitch like I'm Liu Kang
Post a pic of her tying my shoe (shoe) string (string)
I'mma count this counter like still, still, stee, stee!
Man I swear the system tryna milk me!
Never Had A Job lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Fredo Santana)
[Fredo Santana:]
What?
Squad!
Gang
808 Mafia
Wake up every day, bitch I feel like a star
Gang with me don't get your ass popped
Tweak with the squad we gon' take this shit far
Finesse a fucking clown don't get your ass rocked
Just bought some pints man, finna get some pops
When I'm in the mall don't leave my gun in the car
Real trap nigga, man I never had a job
Real trap nigga, man I never had a job
[Chief Keef:]
Spent a real big sack and it's still on the receipt in the register
I just stepped out Balenciagas lavender
Baptized your bitch you know I gotta Reverend her
Shit we just committed I ain't telling her
Jury say I'm guilty, tryna stick me in the box
Told my lawyer I was counting guap and getting top
My young niggas fighting for they life, I gotta break them out
Just found out your hiding spot, I got them staking out
Slide down, we ain't dining in, we gotta take them out
Leave a fuck nigga on the ground and have them rake em out
Call up the nearest Clark Kent, tell him save them now
Peel off in that Bruce Wayne, gotta make it out
I'm addicted to money and fancy cars
You ain't Glory Boy you ain't Savage Squad
You know you can't be out after dark
Let the tech and mac off, that's a damn menage
My bitch got an ass like Nicki Minaj
Went through her phone all I see is my collage
I'm 61st and foreigns all up in my garages
They be hating on me trying to sabotage
[Fredo Santana:]
Wake up every day, bitch I feel like a star
Gang with me don't get your ass popped
Tweak with the squad we gon' take this shit far
Finesse a fucking clown don't get your ass rocked
Just bought some pints man, finna get some pops
When I'm in the mall don't leave my gun in the car
Real trap nigga, man I never had a job
Real trap nigga, man I never had a job
Sneak dissing on the net, I put money on your head
Damn, the next day they found your ass dead
All face shots man we don't shoot at legs
Middle fingers to the opps, Middle fingers to the feds
I let them play with big guns like them ARs
You ain't Glory Boy, you ain't Savage Squad
You ain't from the streets, you ain't with the mob
Caught a nigga slipping, I was camouflaged
Shoot him in the face leave him in his fucking yard
With that fucking chopper, I be flipping cards
Got shorties 15 ready to catch a charge
And they be on Front Street yelling Savage Squad
Wake up every day, bitch I feel like a star
Gang with me don't get your ass popped
Tweak with the squad we gon' take this shit far
Finesse a fucking clown don't get your ass rocked
Just bought some pints man, finna get some pops
When I'm in the mall don't leave my gun in the car
Real trap nigga, man I never had a job
Real trap nigga, man I never had a job
No I.D. lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Doo Wop)
Zaytoven
That Boy Cassius
[Chief Keef:]
I'm addicted to money
Drank got me moving like a zombie
Me and my young niggas catchin' hommies
There's a lot of places you can find me
I pour a 4 in a fuckin' Fanta
Fresh as fuck look like I've been tailored
Many niggas sneak dissing yeah I see it
When we walk in the club it's no I.D.
[Doowop:]
Doowop got the 60
These niggas lookin' fishy
Stupid bitch tryna kiss me
Get the fuck out the spot miss me
Running up on me is risky
You can catch a couple out this 50
We don't do the rap bitch don't diss me
See me noddin' off the drug, kick me
[Chief Keef:]
I'm addicted to money
Drank got me moving like a zombie
Me and my young niggas catchin' hommies
There's a lot of places you can find me
I pour a 4 in a fuckin' Fanta
Fresh as fuck look like I've been tailored
Many niggas sneak dissing yeah I see it
When we walk in the club it's no I.D.
First I face the 10
Then I pour the 4
Marble floors, double doors
And I answer in the Fendi robe
I like swirly staircases
And I like them big faces
My lawyer fighting big cases
And I like to be in big places
I fucked her in the Balmains
She gone think about me all day
In Rodeo, balling
Like I'm about to go golfing
Let down the window on your hoe like, hi
She seen the coupe fly by
I told her I fuck with her, and I lied
She know I got that chicken pot pies
I'm addicted to money
Drank got me moving like a zombie
Me and my young niggas catchin' hommies
There's a lot of places you can find me
I pour a 4 in a fuckin' Fanta
Fresh as fuck look like I've been tailored
Many niggas sneak dissing yeah I see it
When we walk in the club it's no I.D.
Too Fast lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tray Savage)
[Chief Keef:]
Fill a cup up, fuck a slut bitch
Fuck you talkin' 'bout nigga
You know what the fuck it is nigga
My niggas rowdy, they with that ruckus
On Folks
(Hollywood J)
I'm in that robot and this bitch don't stop
And I got on tank-top with a knot
Pro'ly finna pick up your thot
Bitch I'm gang 'til I rot, totin' Glock like a fox, nigga
Me and foe'nem be gettin' on the grass
Back-to-back doing dash in the traffic
Grandma told me that I'm livin' too fast
I fill a cup up and I sip it too fast
[Chief Keef (Tray Savage):]
(Pulled up them shots they dunkin' to fast)
You tried to run but they coming too fast
(Better not fall, I got them shooters on yo ass)
Then I take a flight to Cuba on yo' ass
What's up in my cup? Mud
(What's up in the chop'? Slugs)
(Swingin' bitch like Nunchaku)
Send this bitch right at ya'
Sneak diss, we can't let ya'
Running out of Pesos
Stack that shit like lego
Always act the A-hole
[Chief Keef:]
I'm in that robot and this bitch don't stop
And I got on tank-top with a knot
Pro'ly finna pick up your thot
Bitch I'm gang 'til I rot, totin' Glock like a fox, nigga
Me and foe'nem be gettin' on the grass
Back-to-back doing dash in the traffic
Grandma told me that I'm livin' too fast
I fill a cup up and I sip it too fast
Fill a cup up, fuck a slut bitch, semi too big, I can't tuck it
Niggas rowdy, they with that ruckus, I'm in a kush coma, concussion
I'm in Barney's buying trousers, in New York smokin' sours
So much chicken, I need flavour, at the spot out in Braurer
I need space because I'm outer, that shit good but this is louder
I just exit off a garage, foreign got that money power
Get it hoe? I'm money shower
That bitch know that world is ours
I don't care to race man, bring the prowers
Valentino kicks and Gucci trousers
I'ma need 'bout two-three hours, before I come get the backend
Hit the stain and do the magic, Hermes belt but I'm still saggin'
I'm in that robot and this bitch don't stop
And I got on tank-top with a knot
Pro'ly finna pick up your thot
Bitch I'm gang 'til I rot, totin' Glock like a fox, nigga
Me and foe'nem be gettin' on the grass
Back-to-back doing dash in the traffic
Grandma told me that I'm livin' too fast
I fill a cup up and I sip it too fast
Musty lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Ballout & Lil Bibby)
[Chief Keef:]
KidWonder, you made this beat? Dang!
(Let's get it)
A nigga bitch with me getting real touchy
Your bitch wanna get real touchy
A nigga bitch with me getting real touchy
That bitch wanna get lovey-dovey
They be like to do a lot of fussing
But that bitch don't do shit for me
She tryna make a nigga get lusty
She see a nigga smoking on musty
Me and gang nem pull them four's up
She see me at the corner with the doors up
(Let's get it)
[Ballout and Chief Keef:]
Running up them bands, I get money
I'm my own boss, I'm tryna front me
Foreign in the back, foreign in the front of me
A couple bands ain't enough for my tummy
I'ma call the shooters, tell them round up
They ain't know a diamond 'til they found us
In the strip club, tell 'em bring the ones out
Bet I had them bitches runnin' with they buns out
Hella dirty Fantas and Sprites
You getting bread, let's get a slice
Drop a bitch off at Venice
Look, a gorilla in ice
Police got me on a heat sheet
I'm stepping on the bitches, they beneath me
I just pulled up on GLO GANG Street
I just bought a street sweeper, sweep sweep
[Chief Keef:]
A nigga bitch with me getting real touchy
That bitch wanna get lovey-dovey
They be like to do a lot of fussing
But that bitch don't do shit for me
She tryna make a nigga get lusty
She see a nigga smoking on musty
Me and gang nem pull them four's up
She see me at the corner with the doors up
(Let's get it)
[Lil Bibby:]
Said I walk up in the spot, but I'm smelling like a pound
Broski got the chop, play with me it's going down
We the hottest niggas 'round, we might show up to your town
On my neck, a hundred thou', touch, I put you in the ground
Tried to swim in water with the sharks, he gon' drown
White bitch sniffin' white, shit, I call her Bobby Brown
Tryna get my dick wet, you ain't fucking Dipset
I ain't had a hit yet, still got a big check
[Chief Keef:]
A nigga bitch with me getting real touchy
That bitch wanna get lovey-dovey
They be like to do a lot of fussing
But that bitch don't do shit for me
She tryna make a nigga get lusty
She see a nigga smoke on musty
Me and gang nem pull them four's up
She see me at the corner with the doors up
(Let's get it)
Hardly lyrics - Chief Keef
Hold that thought, let me think
Pour a cup, let me drink
Girl you got an apple, let me touch
The police comin', let me tuck
Eyes red, my cash blue
45 black, my tattoos
Take 50 racks to Barney's
I love these bitches, hardly
To my fallen soldiers, know they restin' up
They know everyday that I'm blessed as fuck
Carbon fire hydrant, he a' wet you up
You lackin' no cheetahs we a' catchin' up
You know I get that cheese, nigga Parmesan
Dinner is ready, nigga come get some
Ain't no one-on-ones, nigga one is one
Don't make me lace up and play run and gun
I'm in these streets, I'm walkin' like
I'm in this foreign, I roll a bike
My hair not down, I run it up
Only thing I can give is zero fucks
Hold that thought, let me think
Pour a cup, let me drink
Girl you got an apple, let me touch
The police comin', let me tuck
Eyes red, my cash blue
45 black, my tattoos
Take 50 racks, to Barney's
I love these bitches, hardly
Feelin' hardly in them hundred car seats
Treat a tour bus like a fuckin' RV
Pardon we, we finna crash a party
Made a Benjamin, Picasso is a fuckin' art piece
Take the gang, hit the road
What we live by, is a code
I'm on an ocean, I rode the bus
There's certain shit I can't discuss
My dawgs slow, it loves licks
Go send your shots, it's nun' but bricks
I'm too authentic, you counterfeit
Choppers start glitchin' when it's tampered with
Smoked gelato, a pound of it
Two bitches, sandwich it
16 lines of the Tech, Fanta it
Peep the finish line, rental it
I fucked so many crazy hoes, I'm out my mind
And you can smack me, if I was lyin'
I peep who with me, I peep who lyin'
Who tryna' stop me, I said who tryn'
Hold that thought, let me think
Pour a cup, let me drink
Girl you got an apple, let me touch
The police comin', let me tuck
Eyes red, my cash blue
45 black, my tattoos
Take 50 racks, to Barney's
I love these bitches, hardly
Alone (Intro) lyrics - Chief Keef
You like to fuck, yeah yeah
Smoked dope 'til you couldn't, yeah yeah
Bang bang
Bang bang
Let's get it
Catch up
Oh, yeah yeah yeah
Oh, yeah yeah yeah
You should wanna go and want to live your life
I am not trying to read you your rights
You feeling like Chief Turbo did you wrong
You thought that you had Turbo in your palm
If I got you baby girl, it's for the night
You should want to go and live your life
You know that my bitches come in eighths
I am not trying to read you your rights
You crying, baby what is going on?
You feeling like Chief Turbo did you wrong
You thought that you had Turbo in your palm
You got trust issues, girl you are not alone
You feeling like Chief Turbo did you wrong
You thought that you had Turbo in your palm
Can You Be My Friend lyrics - Chief Keef
Young Chop on the beat
Ay, turn the music up for me, Chris
Sosa on the beat
She take it slow then she wind it up (Wind it up)
I'm showing love but it's not enough (It's not enough)
Girl you look fine like wine (Like wine)
Loan me some of your time (Some of your time)
Tell me can you be my friend
I would like to tell you who I am (Bang, bang)
Baby will you take me for who I am
I'ma hold the deal up on my end
Bang, bang
I know you don't want no scrub (Yah)
Baby I'ma boss you should love that in me (Sosa baby)
She's like "But my best friend was like (Huh?)
'Baby he's a dog (What?) he was tryna holla at me" (Uh, uh)
I know I can fuck up, another man can luck up (Yah)
In the club dancing on your pum pum (Bang, bang)
Baby I respect you and love you (Yah)
If you let me I do not take you as a dumb-dumb (Mm)
I'll hold you slowly (Ya-yah)
Treat you like a trophy (Ya-yah)
Get so much of you I OD (Bang, bang)
Can you pass me up like slowly (Bang, bang)
I'll wear you out like my Louie (Bang, bang, bang)
Squeeze on you like my toolie (Bang, bang, bang)
Stir you up like a smoothie (Bang, bang, bang)
Clean you up like my jewelry (Bang, bang, bang)
She take it slow then she wind it up (Wind it up)
I'm showing love but it's not enough (It's not enough)
Girl you look fine like wine (Like wine)
Loan me some of your time (Some of your time)
Tell me can you be my friend
I would like to tell you who I am (Bang, bang)
Baby will you take me for who I am
I'ma hold the deal up on my end
Bang, bang
But if I get all in your back (Bang)
Snap for me like I'm a poet (Bang, bang)
Baby I'm a young Randy Moss (Yah)
I can catch it long as you throw it (Sosa baby)
I just picked you up some Roses in the Lotus (I did)
I just picked up some spice for the potion (Bang, bang)
Just picked up a new scent from Barney's, baby (New scent)
You know that I smell like I'm ballin' (Bang, bang)
You know that I ain't used to one night (Yah)
I can have you here in one flight, baby (mm)
It's just me and you in one boat (mm)
They see us on this yacht, they gon' go crazy (mm)
Your friends know how much you love me (Sosa baby)
But they be still tryna fuck with me (Bang, bang)
When it comes to them I act like I'm rusty (Sosa baby)
Baby I won't lie, just trust me
She take it slow then she wind it up (Wind it up)
I'm showing love but it's not enough (It's not enough)
Girl you look fine like wine (Like wine)
Loan me some of your time (Some of your time)
Tell me can you be my friend
I would like to tell you who I am (Bang, bang)
Baby will you take me for who I am
I'ma hold the deal up on my end
Bang, bang
My Baby lyrics - Chief Keef
I'm a dog and it's true, baby
Can we call this here a truce, baby?
And you know I got the juice, baby
And you see me in this coupe, baby
You say you off at 2, baby
What you gon' let me do baby?
I'm smokin' on this took, baby
There is no one like you, baby
My baby is the dope
I bet you ain't smoking on the strongest shit right now (My baby is the dope)
I bet you smoking blow can't tell me what you feel right now (My baby is the dope)
I bet you smoking reggie acting like it's kill right now (My baby is the dope)
I just flamed up the loud so I can't even hear right now (My baby is the dope)
My shorties come through sparking out the cut right here right now (My baby is the dope)
We see you holding on the loud weed like it's some fire (My baby is the dope)
You trying to smoke what I smoke, you take a hit and die (My baby is the dope)
I love this shit so much I might just take a hit then cry (My baby is the dope)
I'll be done with this blunt in 4, take your bitch in 5 (My baby is the dope)
Truck on 26's, make me skip to 9 (My baby is the dope)
My motherfuckin' riches, make me skip the line (My baby is the dope)
I swear that the dope the only thing that get me high (My baby is the dope)
I'm a dog and that's true, baby
Can we call this here a truce, baby?
And you know I got the juice, baby
And you see me in this coupe, baby
You say you off at 2, baby
What you gon' let me do baby?
I'm smokin' on this took, baby
There is no one like you, baby
My baby is the dope
I got pints on pints, blunts on blunts (My baby is the dope)
I got swag on swag, stunts on stunts (My baby is the dope)
Troopers pulled us over, we smelled like blunts (My baby is the dope)
I was full off dope, that's my lunch (My baby is the dope)
You need to see this big ass blunt that I'm smokin' on (My baby is the dope)
This all for me partner (My baby is the dope)
You should see this big ass blunt that I'm chokin' on (My baby is the dope)
I'ma need a doctor (My baby is the dope)
I just flamed it up, ain't no changing up (My baby is the dope)
You see how high I am, then why you bring it up? (My baby is the dope)
You know what's in my cup, my cup filled with mud (My baby is the dope)
To those who I influence, just say no to drugs (My baby is the dope)
I'm a dog and that's true, baby
Can we call this here a truce, baby?
And you know I got the juice, baby
And you see me in this coupe, baby
You say you off at 2, baby
What you gon' let me do baby?
I'm smokin' on this took, baby
There is no one like you, baby
My baby is the dope
You & Me lyrics - Chief Keef
(Turbo)
Huh?
Um
(Turbo)
Lean, lean
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt (Turbo)
Bang bang, bang bang
You throw it, I'ma catch it, teach you a lesson (Yeah, bang bang)
He be texting, and we be sexing (Sosa baby, bang bang)
I'm dressed in designer, and she be naked (Louis, Gucci)
And she go up and down, I'm like, "Let's get it, let's get it" (Bang bang, bang bang)
Girl, you got a hold of me, don't let go of me (Sosa, yeah)
I'm sorry but I can't eat it like groceries (No, I can't)
I'm sippin' on lean and smokin' on OG (Lean, dope)
You don't have to worry, girl, it's just you and me (Sosa baby, GBE baby)
She like, "What were you doing with your friends at 2 AM?"
Sippin' lean like soup (Lean, lean)
I'm finna pick you up in this coupe, what it do? (Skrrt, skrrt)
I don't see nothin' wrong (Nah)
With a gangster being on your mind (Sosa baby, GBE baby)
You know I got them bands (Ftftftft, beep)
You can't throw shade because I was taught to shine (Bang bang, bang bang)
You throw it, I'ma catch it, teach you a lesson (Yeah, bang bang)
He be texting, and we be sexing (Sosa baby, bang bang)
I'm dressed in designer, and she be naked (Louis, Gucci)
And she go up and down, I'm like, "Let's get it, let's get it" (Bang bang, bang bang)
Girl, you got a hold of me, don't let go of me (Sosa, yeah)
I'm sorry but I can't eat it like groceries (No, I can't)
I'm sippin' on lean and smokin' on OG (Lean, dope)
You don't have to worry, girl, it's just you and me (Whoa, bang bang, bang bang)
Let's get it, let's get it
Whoa lyrics - Chief Keef
When I saw you last night I tripped out
'Cause last time I saw you, you was mad right
Now you smiling, yeah that's right
You were in love, and I was on drugs
I wasn't rich yet, I was a thug
Girl, you make me go whoa
You make me go whoa
You make me go whoa
You make me go whoa
You make me go whoa
You make me go whoa
When I see you, I smile, my brothers like, "What's that?"
And I'm like, "When she leaves my mind she comes right back."
And they're like, "Ooh, baby, you're tripping in that stack."
'Cause I'm smiling and they know that we didn't have sex
I'll ride with you in my passenger seat
I'll stop seeing women that I see every week
I'll put my guard down and we'll go out to eat
If this was all a dream, I'll see you in my sleep
When I saw you last night I tripped out
'Cause last time I saw you, you was mad right
Now you smiling, yeah that's right
You were in love, and I was on drugs
I wasn't rich yet, I was a thug
Girl, you make me go whoa
You make me go whoa
You make me go whoa
You make me go whoa
You make me go whoa
You make me go whoa
Let's grow old together
Baby, I'm gon' treat you better
I can be the sun in your rainy weather
Let's just get together
What do you eat? What's your favorite color?
Do you like D. Rose or do you like Butler?
So you don't smoke? Okay, that's fine
I'ma need 20 minutes of your time, 'cause you're a dime
When I saw you last night I tripped out
'Cause last time I saw you, you was mad right
Now you smiling, yeah that's right
You were in love, and I was on drugs
I wasn't rich yet, I was a thug
Girl, you make me go whoa
You make me go whoa
You make me go whoa
You make me go whoa
You make me go whoa
You make me go whoa
Couple Of Coats lyrics - Chief Keef
ay, what you talkin' 'bout, ay, what?
What you talkin' 'bout? You didn't get my message?
What you say?
Um, I was sayin', um, about tomorrow, I was, like, meet up four or five, if you still want me to come pick you-
Well, what you-, what you talkin' 'bout mind games? Who plays mind games?
Huh?
Who plays mind games?
Oh my God, that's so old
Huh, what? What? What? What you say?
I said alright I'll let you off
Alright, I'll let you off
Rolled up on your girl, ridin' in that skrrt
Hop out with that swag, pay the bills like for a fur
Boy don't make me swerve, you smokin' on some dirt
She told me that she loved me, and then I closed the curtains
I'm somethin' like an old head, pull up in that, "Oh yeah"
"Hey, are you Sosa?" I'm the man, oh yeah
I've seen Burberry, but I ain't gon' go there
I walk in Louie, and buy a couple clothes, yeah, yeah
Damn, I hate being sober, hop out, show love
Buying all the Louis, Jazze Pha, Sho Nuff
The feds tryna get me, but I don't know none
I do not speak English, I don't show ya
But I'm partyin' like it's my last day
Text your bitch one emoji and she text a
Butterflies up in her gut from my wrist, damn shame
Got Hillary up in my Bentley, I'm the campaign
Hit the club, it's crackin', she hop on the wagon
She sees I'm swaggin', but I'm not matching
Run up on me, who's lackin'?
What's up? What's brackin'?
I was a True Religion Fiend 'til I started getting racks in
Rolled up on your girl, riding in that skrt (skrt)
Hop out with that swag, pay the bills like for a fur
Boy don't make me swerve, you smokin' on some dirt
She told me that she loved me, and then I closed the curtains
I'm something like an old head, pull up in that oh yeah
Hey are you Sosa? I'm the man, oh yeah
I've seen Burberry, but I ain't gonna go there
I walk in Louis, and buy a couple coats, yeah
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
No no no no
That's not no dope
Get out of this room
I'm up in Fendi, they offer champagne
But I'm sipping lean, and I do not drink
I'm off of the drugs, and he want some puff
And she wants a hug, and I want the love
I knew we would fuck when she got in my tub
Glory Boyz Musical, young Zac Efron
I'm off the dope
I'm off the drink
Hey love, what's the name?
Do you smoke?
Does it stank?
Then what was falling, wasn't rain
Rolled up on your girl, riding in that skrt (skrt)
Hop out with that swag, pay the bills like for a fur
Boy don't make me swerve, you smokin' on some dirt
She told me that she loved me, and then I closed the curtains
I'm something like an oh yeah, pull up in that oh yeah
Hey are you Sosa? I'm the man, oh yeah
I've seen Burberry, but I ain't gonna go there
I walk in Louis, and buy a couple coats, yeah
Hey are you Sosa?
I'm the man, oh yeah
I walk in Louis, and buy a couple coats, yeah, yeah
Grab A Star lyrics - Chief Keef
Mama say I got trust issues
I be feelin' like Jesus
She wants me to be her man
I can't baby, I would break you
Baby, I would not lie to you
I'd be careful if I were you
I'm the one, but you might be the two
I'm not that liable
Call me, pull off, skr-skr-skr-skr
Smoking that a-la-la-la
Give me that ah-ya-ya-ya
Call me, we can pull off, right now, right now-now
And when this top starts to drop, baby look in the sky and grab a star (Bang)
These bitches love Turbo and I love the purple
I ball, Tyrese Gibson, baby boy, you look so fertile
These bitches love Otto, their mouths be wide open
Been gettin' it since snot nose, I was open and then I closed
These bitches love Chief Lo, but I'm not so sweet though
And she is a freak though, I put her to sleep though
These hoes love Almighty, like Disney loved Miley
Her boyfriend is spying, she's like, "you have to hide me"
These bitches love me, that's all I can see
I'm so obsessed with me, I be all I can be
I don't see brown or white, all I see is green
To count all this cash, I might need a team
Mama say I got trust issues
I be feelin' like Jesus
She wants me to be her man
I can't baby, I would break you
Baby, I would not lie to you
I'd be careful if I were you
I'm the one, but you might be the two
I'm not that liable
Call me, pull off, skr-skr-skr-skr
Smoking that a-la-la-la
Give me that ah-ya-ya-ya
Call me, we can pull off, right now, right now-now
And when this top starts to drop, baby look in the sky and grab a star (bang)
Ooh, my car so retarded, the bitch just farted
Pulled off like skrt, VIP access, I ain't gotta park it
All these darts on me no Walmart, will never fuck with Target
And I'm sipping, but I can't stop, I can't be hardened
These bitches love Big Gucci So, but I'm no rooty tooty though
Don't want to talk so that's all you can know
Row row ya boat, that's all you can roll
I'm stuffing these cones like an audience close
And I'm not really an American though
But I'm somewhere in the Madigan dough
But I ain't walk around like a mannequin though
Now yo bitch on the way
She want this on me
But she's listening, can a bitch hold me?
You can be lactose, still can't shit on me
Do the whole 200 on dash, with a 150 on me
Mama say I got trust issues
I be feelin' like Jesus
She wants me to be her man
I can't baby, I would break you
Baby, I would not lie to you
I'd be careful if I were you
I'm the one, but you might be the two
I'm not that liable
Call me, pull off, skr-skr-skr-skr
Smoking that a-la-la-la
Give me that ah-ya-ya-ya
Call me, we can pull off, right now, right now-now
And when this top starts to drop, baby look in the sky and grab a star
You My Number One lyrics - Chief Keef
Turn the music up for me Chris
Baby, you my number one
CB on the beat
Baby, you's my number one, she's my number two
You know I gotta come home, girl, what's up with you?
That girl might be bad, but she can't fuck with you though
You know you my mamacita, I'm yo papi chulo
She's pulling on my hair, biting on my ear
Baby, give me overtime, I can be your night shift
You want me to buzz you, I can be your light-year
Girl, I got a letter, I'm gon' start it off with my dear
Dear miss, remember when I first saw ya
Didn't know how to approach ya
I was gonna approach you like this
"Baby, do you like lasagna?"
I like California, I can ball, no pneumonia
Swish, baby can you grant my wish?
If I pick you up at like 6?
I'ma leave my phone in the car
Just don't touch my shit
I was gonna approach you like this
"Can you be my bitch?"
But I'm a player, I'm on, no light switch
She like, "What you getting into tonight?"
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you
Girl, I promise I'm gon' milk you right
Moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo, moo
Baby, you's my number one, she's my number two
You know I gotta come home, girl, what's up with you?
That girl might be bad, but she can't fuck with you though
You know you my mamacita, I'm yo papi chulo
She's pulling on my hair, biting on my ear
Baby, give me overtime, I can be your night shift
You want me to buzz you, I can be your light-year
Girl, I got a letter, I'm gon' start it off with my dear
Excuse me, lady
Excuse me, baby
Excuse me, crazy
You like how I stroke like, ooh-wee baby
Big ass guns and she's like, "Ooh, he's crazy."
My Rapunzel, she's like, "Ooh-wee. Take me."
She gon' let me bone, bone, bone, bone
Her hair so long, we fuck all night long
I can call her on her home phone
I'm outer space, she told me phone home
Ay, no way
Got your ass done, does it ache?
When it's done healing, will it shake?
I can be the pill that you gotta take
Baby, you's my number one, she's my number two
You know I gotta come home, girl, what's up with you?
That girl might be bad, but she can't fuck with you though
You know you my mamacita, I'm yo papi chulo
She's pulling on my hair, biting on my ear
Baby, give me overtime, I can be your night shift
You want me to buzz you, I can be your light-year
Girl, I got a letter, I'm gon' start it off with my dear
So Cal lyrics - Chief Keef
I can't put the pole down
Baby girl, you know now
Your boyfriend want that smoke, how?
He ain't got no style
I can't put the bankroll down
Baby girl, you really know how
To make a nigga go "wow"
I'm living out in So Cal
I ride a Lamb like a Kawasaki
I take a shot, who is there to block me?
I'm smoking dope, and you can never stop me
I give her D, and she can never rock me
Spanish mami, and she call me Papi
She said she like it when I pull up in that 'rari
She say out loud "I know I'm full of shit, I'm sorry"
I'm out here fucking every bitch in every party
I can't put the pole down
Baby girl, you know now
Your boyfriend want that smoke, how?
He ain't got no style
I can't put the bankroll down
Baby girl, you really know how
To make a nigga go "wow"
I'm living out in So Cal
That beauty like a monster
She like this Willy Wonka
I know she really really want ya
Let a nigga hug her
I might fuck around and dump her
She get hotter than a summer
She get wetter than a public pool
She told me she don't even really fuck with you
I got on my Tony Montana suit
'Cause I'm getting that Tony Montana loot
Ridin' the city in a Tony Montana coupe
In a suite with a bad bitch from Santa Cruz
I can't put the pole down
Baby girl, you know now
Your boyfriend want that smoke, how?
He ain't got no style
I can't put the bankroll down
Baby girl, you really know how
To make a nigga go "wow"
I'm living out in So Cal
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