Oh My Goodness

Chief Keef

I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket (ayy) I got thots all in my phone callin' me, bitch stop it (bang, bang, bang) Fourteen hundred for this belt, this ain't no damn Versace (ISO) (skrrt, skrrt) Bang (ooh wee, it's Oh!Zone on the beat) Bang, bang, bang, bang Ayy, ayy, ayy Yeah Four nickels, got them racks, got them sacks, them stacks Them rolls, them hoes, them clothes Glo Gang Know how we rockin' like cut-off stockings Keep kush in our pockets I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket (bang) I got thots all in my phone callin' me, bitch, stop it Fourteen hunnid for this belt, this ain't no damn Versace And I'm smokin' on this dope, my hobby gettin' money I count money like a pro, you know that I done done it Twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch, I'm stuntin' Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness I need my money machine to count this lil' shit for me I be flexin' on niggas, just coolin' (flexin', flexin') I got my niggas, my money, my toolie (need my money and my toolie) I got my cars, my house and my jewelry (yes, man) Flexin' on niggas, I ain't worried (I ain't worried 'bout a thing) Smokin' Tooka to the head (Tooka to the head) Come through shoot ya then ya dead (come through shoot ya then ya dead) I'm gettin' money, fuck the feds (I'm gettin' money, fuck the feds) And I'm Glo Gang, what is this? (And I'm Glo Gang, what is this?) That's my shit, you lil' bitch (that's my shit, you lil' bitch) Let's get rich, you lil' bitch (let's get rich, you lil' bitch) Get off my dick, you lil' bitch (get off my dick, you lil' bitch) And go get you a brick (and go get you a brick) Smokin' Tutu, this my oxygen (smokin' Tutu) Too much damn Tutu, where my car keys, man? (Too much damn Tutu) Countin' rolls like a boxer, man (countin' rolls) Ya know that I'm the man (ya know it) I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket I got thots all in my phone callin' me, bitch, stop it Fourteen hunned for this belt, this ain't no damn versace And I'm smokin' on this dope, my hobby gettin' money I count money like a pro, you know that I done done it Twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch, I'm stuntin' Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness I need my money machine to count this lil' shit for me Money machine go, "Beep, beep" Hop in my car, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, dudu-dudu-dudu, beep-beep All these fuck-boys wanna be me His bitch let me fuck 'cause I got racks, so I hit it like bang-bang, skeet-skeet Tatted up like fuck, yeah Money tatted on my mind, yeah .30 tatted on my gun, yeah It's time to have fun, yeah His bitch say she wanna fuck me She really wanna fuck with money Thought that I ain't know She thought that I was a dummy Told her save that shit Baby, you on that lame ass shit, I don't play that shit I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket I got thots all in my phone callin' me, bitch, stop it Fourteen hunnid for this belt, this ain't no damn Versace And I'm smokin' on this dope, my hobby gettin' money I count money like a pro, you know that I done done it Twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch, I'm stuntin' Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness I need my money machine to count this lil' shit for me

Written by: Keith Cozart, Kyle Emordi, Tyson ReedLyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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