Medicine Chief Keef
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[Chorus]
I got pounds, I got bricks, I got all type of shit
I got 50s, I got 100s, I got all type of clips
I got 50s, I got 100s, I got all type of money
Smokin' all type of OG, it's reekin' like a onion
Baby, I love the smell of laundry, I love the smell of linen
I love the smell of Pradas on my feet, that's a nada
Nigga, do you got a problem?
This 4-4 bulldog gonna solve 'em
[Verse]
I took that nigga' bitch and he was mad
But I don't give a fuck 'cause I be glad like a trashbag
I took that nigga' bitch and he was sad
But I don't give a fuck, bitch, I am glad, I am glad, yes
Smokin' on this dope, this shit is stress
This shit hurt my chest, hurt my chest, hurt my chest, yes
I'ma spend that money 'cause I get that, ayy
I'ma spend that money and get it back, get it back, yes
Ridin' in that NASCAR
It's a 200 truck, bitch, this mothafucka a fast car
Let me tell you this, boy
I put this shit in M and that's yo ass, boy
[Chorus]
I got pounds, I got bricks, I got all type of shit
I got 50s, I got 100s, I got all type of clips
I got 50s, I got 100s, I got all type of money
Smokin' all type of OG, it's reekin' like a onion
Baby, I love the smell of laundry, I love the smell of linen
I love the smell of Pradas on my feet, that's a nada
Nigga, do you got a problem?
This 4-4 bulldog gonna solve 'em
I got pounds, I got bricks, I got all type of shit
I got 50s, I got 100s, I got all type of clips
I got 50s, I got 100s, I got all type of money
Smokin' all type of OG, it's reekin' like a onion
Baby, I love the smell of laundry, I love the smell of linen
I love the smell of Pradas on my feet, that's a nada
Nigga, do you got a problem?
This 4-4 bulldog gonna solve 'em
[Verse]
I took that nigga' bitch and he was mad
But I don't give a fuck 'cause I be glad like a trashbag
I took that nigga' bitch and he was sad
But I don't give a fuck, bitch, I am glad, I am glad, yes
Smokin' on this dope, this shit is stress
This shit hurt my chest, hurt my chest, hurt my chest, yes
I'ma spend that money 'cause I get that, ayy
I'ma spend that money and get it back, get it back, yes
Ridin' in that NASCAR
It's a 200 truck, bitch, this mothafucka a fast car
Let me tell you this, boy
I put this shit in M and that's yo ass, boy
[Chorus]
I got pounds, I got bricks, I got all type of shit
I got 50s, I got 100s, I got all type of clips
I got 50s, I got 100s, I got all type of money
Smokin' all type of OG, it's reekin' like a onion
Baby, I love the smell of laundry, I love the smell of linen
I love the smell of Pradas on my feet, that's a nada
Nigga, do you got a problem?
This 4-4 bulldog gonna solve 'em
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