TD - Chief Keef

I got shows, I got verses, I got numbers

I got bitches, I got niggas, they be on it

I got money, I got guns, I got ganja

I got drink, I got commas, I got karma

I got Wokcanos, don’t got Benihanas

I got cars, I got cribs, I be flee

Don’t give a fuck about him, I do me

Don’t give a fuck about them, I be T’d

I be T’d from my feet to my jeans to my wrist

From the bling on my rib to the bling in my ear

And the bling on my neck, try to take it, got a TEC

Got a MAC, go brrat, leave you wet, stankin' ass

I don’t sell PT’s, bitch, I sell shine

Fuck with me and you’ll be glo-in' all the time

Too much ice in my watch, I can’t tell the time

I tried to tell the time and that shit made me blind

I got a 40, got a four-five, got a nine

I hop out with the nine, all my racks start divin'

You better been takin' swimmin' classes or you’ll be dyin'

After I take you out that flour, you’ll be fryin'

I got shows, I got verses, I got numbers

I got bitches, I got niggas, they be on it

I got money, I got guns, I got ganja

I got drink, I got commas, I got karma

I got Wokcanos, don’t got Benihanas

I got cars, I got cribs, I be flee

Don’t give a fuck about him, I do me

Don’t give a fuck about them, I be T’d

I be T’d, I be T’d, countin' G’s, smokin' B’s with my B’s

Out in Cali fuckin' with the C’s and the B’s

Chiraq ass nigga, sting like a bumblebee

Soon as I pull off, police start followin' me

Soon as I hopped out the car, your bitch start talkin' to me

You ain’t tryna give me top?

Bitch, don’t talk to me

I be hoppin' in my car, she be tryna walk with me

I count the money with no finger tips

Look me up, Bing this shit

Google this shit, Yahoo this shit

Tell me what you think, read this shit

You steady talkin' cash money, me, I don’t believe this shit

I be walkin' 'round with money, you know I be T’d with it

I got shows, I got verses, I got numbers

I got bitches, I got niggas, they be on it

I got money, I got guns, I got ganja

I got drink, I got commas, I got karma

I got Wokcanos, don’t got Benihanas

I got cars, I got cribs, I be flee

Don’t give a fuck about him, I do me

Don’t give a fuck about them, I be T’d