Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chief Keef
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Cozart
Songwriter
Michael L. Williams II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike WiLL Made-It
Producer
Lyrics
Ayy (bang, bang)
Sos' baby
(EarDrummers)
Bang! Bang-bang
Where I'm from, you won't get shit with a handout
When I come through the city, niggas bring them bands out
Someone set me off and sounded like we brung the pans out
I'm a hot boy, someone please bring the fans out
Make a bitch work, work, work, work, like Rihanna
Stash the 20s, stack the 50s, when I look up, I see 100s
Man, you know how I feel if you never had nothin'
I can't know how you feel if you never said something
Get that money, I be runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Remember on the block gunnin', gunnin', gunnin', gunnin', gunnin'
Now I'm gеttin' money, money, money, monеy, money, money
You can tell by my tummy, tummy, tummy, yummy, yummy
Remember sellin' dope off grannies for my family
Now I can buy my granny a fucking Bentley
Fuck the rap game, fuck I look like 'bout a plan B
But I gotta get this money, do you understand me?
I'ma fuck my trigger raw until that bitch sayin' Keef
Turn the Xbox off 'cause ain't no bitch playin' me
Tryna play with me, you better off playin' a plan B
'Cause your plan, it ain't working I ain't gon' to stand D
Just got a call from my mama, she want another
20 racks, she will always be the one that's one up
Hop out the car, I smell like thunder, I wish you run up
I don't crush a lot, I can't, let me call Big Pun up
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
In the trap steady walkin' to the peephole
Now I'm in a mansion, don't know my gate code
In the party, woo-woo, okay, ho
Chino come through the back with a Draco
No cash, ain't no onstage ho
Pay and come through the front with the bankroll
She rent a buildin', I was like, "Ayy, bro"
Who bitch at the front with a mango
Chief Sosa, I'm Mufasa, Rastafari, bomboclaata
We turn you to a water, lil' nigga, please don't get mopped up
Mr. Mad Max, I be runnin' 'round with shottas
I'm the alleycat and you the rat that run around with coppers
Bitch, I'm balling so damn hard, I think I need a Fiji water
Swear that money be my baby, hello Sosa, you're the father
Excuse me, bro, do you sell dope? Fuck, you a federale?
I'm a boss and these niggas hoes, that's why he fell behind me
I'm so fly, I'm so fly, in Hawaii eating Thai
You gotta pay me for a comment, and that comment might be why
Asian ho said she think I'm nice, why, 'cause I eat rice?
Bitch, I'm mean, go and get your things, you can't spend the night
Bitch, I flex, flexin' on my ex with a fucking check
You think you hot 'cause you got a box, your shit could get checked
I'm so hot with a bitch boss, I be playin' chess
Oh my God, what a bitter road, we hit him in the chest
Now he dead, leave his ass red, hit him with high-tech
That mean my tech so fucking high, hit ten for six in that
Like you was bad before Christmas Eve, bitch, that's what you get
Like I was blind and that happening not don't know where you at
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
Writer(s): Chief Keef, Dwan Lecurtis Jaquan Avery
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