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Chief Keef( Keith Farrelle Cozart )
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Producer:Chief Keef
[Hook] I'm so motherfuckin' true like I'm 2 Chainz Ridin' in that Mayweather with your boo thing Every summer I pop up with some new chains In these Balmains filled with them blue things And these hoes on my back like my Fendi You niggas need to e.n.d the envy And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me Big stash in it they think that it's empty
[Verse 1] When a real nigga talking please don't speak My watch tried to take your bitch from me Dead 'mens in my pockets all hunnid Bitch I'm sippin' right now don't even touch me No, I'm not sippin slow Just pass me the ball I'ma pick and roll I'm out there getting dough Gettin off the dope Sosa what's your goals? I don't really know But I know I want a new house, new shit, new money, new that New this, new thot, new bitch Everytime I have mood switch New Gucci, new Louie New shirts, new pants, new kicks New drink, new weed I'm surrounded by a bunch of new shit
[Hook] I'm so motherfuckin' true like I'm 2 Chainz Ridin' in that Mayweather with your boo thing Every summer I pop up with some new chains In these Balmains filled with them blue things And these hoes on my back like my Fendi You niggas need to e.n.d the envy And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me Big stash in it they think that it's empty
[Verse 2] Big stash pot in the car for a fuck nigga Soon as I see you creepin' up imma bust nigga One thing about my pistol we got lots of trust nigga He know he's a throw-away and he don't give a fuck nigga Don't let my niggas catch you on that rough nigga All these waves I feel like I'm Puff nigga At the top it's just us nigga If you ain't with us, we don't really fuck with you I'm countin' cash on my ten fingers or my ten toes When I wanna be low-key, I'm in that Land Rover You can put me in detox, don't think I'm staying sober Jump in front of this metro train, and get ran over
[Hook] I'm so motherfuckin' true like I'm 2 Chainz Ridin' in that Mayweather with your boo thing Every summer I pop up with some new chains In these Balmains filled with them blue things And these hoes on my back like my Fendi You niggas need to e.n.d the envy And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me Big stash in it they think that it's empty
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