[Chorus: Chief Keef]
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
[Verse 1: Blood Money]
I'm Blood Money from front street and I run shit (I run shit)
Got a .50 Cal, I'll dump shit and I'll pump shit (I'll pump shit)
Got a dope line and a coke line and they dumb rich (Got dumb trips)
Got young niggas, they dread heads and they dumb rich (They dumb rich)
Got a bad bitch she from outta town, she dumb thick (Dumb thick)
And I fuck with her 'cause she don't hit my line with that dumb shit (Don't fuck with shit)
And when I call her she'll hit the block, she dump shit (Dump shit)
She bring the bread, she come back and then count it right (Then count it right)
She know the type, I don't fuck around with that appetite (That appetite)
Got a bad bitch with long hair, she from Agatite (She from up North)
I love that 'cause she fuck me up and she suck it right (Suck it right)
Like Fat Gleesh, I fuck that and then I cuff that (I cuff that)
These niggas mad 'cause I'm success and they suspect (They suspect)
I'm a ride down with that cannon out and I'ma rush that (I'ma rush that)
My shit showing, got a white T, don't tuck that (No tuckin' that, nah)
Bitch, who the fuck want war, ride down (Come ride down)
I'm on Front Street with them cannons out and I'll spaz out (With my guys now)
You kill mine, I'ma kill yours, I spaz out (Spaz out)
I'm a ride out to your hideout and I'ma spaz out (I'ma spaz out)
I'm a ride out to your hideout and let them guys out (Brra, brra)
They gon hit the block with them .40 Cal, we gon' fry it out (We done shot his house)
We potato niggas, y'all bitch niggas, y'all fries out (Y'all small fires)
Better watch out bitch, I'ma das- dash out (Dash out)
Got twenty thou' in my pocket finna spend that on a outfit (That on a outfit)
I'm dumb rich, got a gun with two hundred shots in it (Hundred shots in it)
Got a Audi truck and a beamer truck, nigga, no it's not rented (No it's not rented)
Pair of Robin jeans with them rubies on them with a lot of knots in 'em (Lot of knots in 'em)
Got two phantoms, two mansions, lot of thots in 'em (Lot of thots in 'em)
Got trap spots with big guap, but no I'm not in 'em (No I'm not in 'em)
These hoes looking for a baby, nigga, I don't let a drop hit 'em (Let a drop hit 'em)
Who the fuck want war, Blood Money got a lot of shots with him (Lot of shots with him)
And a lot of guns with him (Lot of guns with him)
Kill a lot of opps with it (Lot of opps dead)
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
[Verse 1: Blood Money]
I'm Blood Money from front street and I run shit (I run shit)
Got a .50 Cal, I'll dump shit and I'll pump shit (I'll pump shit)
Got a dope line and a coke line and they dumb rich (Got dumb trips)
Got young niggas, they dread heads and they dumb rich (They dumb rich)
Got a bad bitch she from outta town, she dumb thick (Dumb thick)
And I fuck with her 'cause she don't hit my line with that dumb shit (Don't fuck with shit)
And when I call her she'll hit the block, she dump shit (Dump shit)
She bring the bread, she come back and then count it right (Then count it right)
She know the type, I don't fuck around with that appetite (That appetite)
Got a bad bitch with long hair, she from Agatite (She from up North)
I love that 'cause she fuck me up and she suck it right (Suck it right)
Like Fat Gleesh, I fuck that and then I cuff that (I cuff that)
These niggas mad 'cause I'm success and they suspect (They suspect)
I'm a ride down with that cannon out and I'ma rush that (I'ma rush that)
My shit showing, got a white T, don't tuck that (No tuckin' that, nah)
Bitch, who the fuck want war, ride down (Come ride down)
I'm on Front Street with them cannons out and I'll spaz out (With my guys now)
You kill mine, I'ma kill yours, I spaz out (Spaz out)
I'm a ride out to your hideout and I'ma spaz out (I'ma spaz out)
I'm a ride out to your hideout and let them guys out (Brra, brra)
They gon hit the block with them .40 Cal, we gon' fry it out (We done shot his house)
We potato niggas, y'all bitch niggas, y'all fries out (Y'all small fires)
Better watch out bitch, I'ma das- dash out (Dash out)
Got twenty thou' in my pocket finna spend that on a outfit (That on a outfit)
I'm dumb rich, got a gun with two hundred shots in it (Hundred shots in it)
Got a Audi truck and a beamer truck, nigga, no it's not rented (No it's not rented)
Pair of Robin jeans with them rubies on them with a lot of knots in 'em (Lot of knots in 'em)
Got two phantoms, two mansions, lot of thots in 'em (Lot of thots in 'em)
Got trap spots with big guap, but no I'm not in 'em (No I'm not in 'em)
These hoes looking for a baby, nigga, I don't let a drop hit 'em (Let a drop hit 'em)
Who the fuck want war, Blood Money got a lot of shots with him (Lot of shots with him)
And a lot of guns with him (Lot of guns with him)
Kill a lot of opps with it (Lot of opps dead)
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