| Lyrics | [Intro: Chief Keef]
GGP
N-G, N-G (Ayy)
G-A-N-G (Bang), G-A-N-G (Gang)
G-A-N-G (Bang), G-A-N-G (Gang)
G-A-N-G
DP on the beat
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
G-L-O-G-A-N-G (N-G), ayy
Money, we get plenty (We get Benjis)
Thots, we get plenty
Niggas can't come near we (Nah they can't)
Cause niggas out here snakes (Snakes)
Niggas act like they your friend, they fake (Sosa baby, ayy)
They want the food up on your plate (GBE baby, Glo Gang baby)
They want your shoes, they want your skates (Sit Gang)
[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I'm bout my money, honor that (Honor that)
Salute, I'm captain (I'm captain)
Know she fuck me 'cause my money blame it on the Cognac (Cognac)
Comin' through, Andy hit me like, ring ring, we got some racks (Ring ring)
It's a lot of money on the table, you know we gotta get that (Beep)
Bad bitch, gotta hit that (Gotta hit that)
I'm flier than a pelican man (Pelican man)
Lean back with the tool Fat Joe (Tool, Fat Joe)
Walk in the room, I'm Elephant Man (Elephant Man)
Diamonds on me, they elegant man (They elegant man)
Tryna take my shit, I'm tellin' you man (I'm tellin' you man)
I'm gon' blow my gun, bang, bang, bang (Bang bang)
I ain't feelin' you man (I ain't feelin' you man)
Diamonds in my chain, bling bling bling (Bling)
Yours look shittier man (Yours look shittier man)
Bitches call my phone, ring ring ring (Ring)
You think yours looks prettier man (Yours looks prettier man)
Finna smoke some loud, I swear I can't hear you man (I can't hear you man)
I be ballin' out, I think I'm Kobe Durant (I'm Kobe Durant)
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
G-L-O-G-A-N-G (N-G), ayy
Money, we get plenty (We get Benjis)
Thots, we get plenty
Niggas can't come near we (Nah they can't)
Cause niggas out here snakes (Snakes)
Niggas act like they your friend, they fake (They fake)
They want the food up on your plate (On your plate)
They want your shoes, they want your skates (Want your skates)
You might also like[Verse 2: Andy Milonakis]
Got more pints than a blood drive (Lean)
Pouring fours, this is mud life (Fours)
Up in PJs, that's how we fly (Skrrt)
They see I'm rich and they ask me why
Sosa and Sachi, we gonna catch this hommi (Bop)
G-L-O Gang, we about to catch this body
Cut the tennis ball, hide the crack in it
People thought I'm actin' (No I'm not)
Young Sachi trappin'
You know Sosa strappin'
Chicago to Manhattan
And you know my boys that always be clappin' (Brap)
Bang bang, now 300 (3Hunna)
Andy Milonakis, bitch you don't want it, bitch
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
G-L-O-G-A-N-G (N-G), ayy
Money, we get plenty (We get Benjis)
Thots, we get plenty
Niggas can't come near we (Nah they can't)
Cause niggas out here snakes (Snakes)
Niggas act like they your friend, they fake (They fake)
They want the food up on your plate (On your plate)
They want your shoes, they want your skates (Want your skates) |
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