Short lyrics
by Chief Keef
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I always wanted to be a rich n*gga
Thug in me still travel with a stick, n*gga
Bolts of the dope, get you fixed, n*gga
Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick n*ggas
Your b*tch in love with a boss
I'm interceptin' her, Randy Moss
Real n*ggas don't pillow talk
Snitch n*ggas lifes on chalk
[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I'm lookin' for the dope man, tell him pull up on me
Ridin' in that Ferrari, actin' f*ckin' dorky
Big ass banana clip, actin' f*ckin' monkey
The hollows in this .45 are chunky
Black chopper on me but the beam on it so red
Sell a human to a shark and some dope to a coke head
You were runnin' around these streets, n*gga, you were so scared
I got all my ice on, Kool-Aid, man, oh yeah
So wavy I can float boats, gettin' off of dope smokes
You fake ass n*ggas, I can't take this sh*t no more
I'm down like some Low Pros, cookin' like it's four stoves
Floyd Mayweather, chopper givin' n*ggas low blow
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I always wanted to be a rich n*gga
Thug in me still travel with a stick, n*gga
Bolts of the dope, get you fixed, n*gga
Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick n*ggas
Your b*tch in love with a boss
I'm interceptin' her, Randy Moss
Real n*ggas don't pillow talk
Snitch n*ggas lifes on chalk
[Verse 2: Tadoe]
Residue up in my nail, weigh that weight up by the scale
Send those packs out through the mail
Send them bags off through the mail
High as hell, so poured a 12, prayin' I don't go to jail
When them b*tches f*ckin' land, I'ma cop a f*cking Lam'
When I'm done with the grams, I might cop a AMG
That's all money goin', b*tch, I got a tre on me
And we get 'em by the pint, I'ma pour a 8 at least
And we get 'em by the pint, I'ma pour a 8 at least
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I always wanted to be a rich n*gga
Thug in me still travel with a stick, n*gga
Bolts of the dope, get you fixed, n*gga
Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick n*ggas
Your b*tch in love with a boss
I'm interceptin' her, Randy Moss
Real n*ggas don't pillow talk
Snitch n*ggas lifes on chalk