I’m Mad Chief Keef

[Intro]
Izze The Producer

[Chorus]
Ridin' around smokin' on stank, got Ben Franklin all in my bank
Dirty hoes all in my face, fuck niggas all in my way
Cash, that's all that I take, fake niggas, all that I hate
Can't smoke, what you niggas smoke grey? That loud pack, all I wanna taste
They mad 'cause I'm getting that cash, steady tryna kiss my ass
You can't get no money, my bad, you ain't getting money, I laugh
She came and left in a cab, I can't pick you up, it's my bad
I'm tired of fuckin', I'm sad, I'm tired of fuckin', I'm mad

[Verse]
I'm smokin' on this dope, laughin' to the bank like hahaha
If a nigga try to take my guap, then that choppa hit his ass like grrah grrah grrah
Pussy don't know to get back back back
You ain't tryna go, bitch, get out of my car
I ain't wanna fuck anyway, I just want some top 'cause I heard the pussy hot hot hot
I fuck sister sisters and mamama's
Say you gettin' money, nigga, blah blah blah
Fuck around and walk in the house and Almighty Sosa be fuckin' yo mommas on the couch
Feds on my ass like alarms on a house
They lock a nigga up, then I'm bondin' right out
But you still sittin' your broke ass in a jail cell, 15 hunnid to get out
I don't wife hoes, niggas runnin' in and out
Keep a gun in the car, a gun in the house
I don't like niggas that be runnin' they mouth
Steady sayin' this and that but they know they all lyin'
Bitch, I'm too busy gettin' money all the time
This bitch wanna fuck, she got them puppy dog eyes