On It On It Chief Keef

[Intro]
Thotties, Posse!

[Chorus]
I got a lotta bitches, and I got a lotta niggas (thotties, posse)
And I got a lotta shooters and I got a lotta killers (bop)
And I got a lotta money, I been with this money bunny
I can't help my money funny, baby I am money hungry
More Sosa less Tony Tony, I bought an island no colony dummy
I'm coolin' in Hawaii, countin' money countin' money money
All these niggas phony phony, all these bitches bony bony
Niggas act like homies homies, that's why I be on it on it

[Verse 1]
Ridin' in that Moto Morini
Pockets filled with hundred money
I am not no dummy dummy
Pistol hit your tummy tummy
And I got a Tommy Tommy
Glock 10 marked doin' bunnies bunnies
He want beef its farmie farmie
We come through, army army
All we see is running running
Guess what, I am blunted blunted
This shit smells like onions onions
Trae Cas Stacy be smokin' that funny funny, funny
Swear that shit ain't funny funny
3.5 in my blunted blunted
Let me get some top honey
Then I might just bone it bone it (thottie)
Walk in the label, then I run it run it (count my fuckin' cash)
I need my cash at this fuckin' moment (fore I bust yo ass)
This is business, we is not no homies (yeah yeah yeah)
Don't make me catch a fuckin' homi (yeah yeah)