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von Chief Keef

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 feel 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 and they think that it's empty


When a real nigga talk and please don′t speak
My watch tried to take your bitch from me
Dead ′mens in my pockets all hunnid me
Bitch I'm sippin′ right now don't even touch me
No im not sippin slow
Just pass me the ball
Imma pick and roll
I′m out there getting dough
Gettin off the dope
Sosa where she goes, I don't really know
But I know I want a new house, new shit, new money, new dad
New disc, new thot, new bitch
All the time I ain′t have a mood switch
New Gucci, New Louie
New shirts, New pants, New kicks
New drink, New weed
I'm surrounded around by a bunch of new shit

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 feel 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 and they think that it′s empty


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 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

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 feel 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 and they think that it′s empty