Bring Them Things - Chief Keef, Bankroll Fresh, Gucci Mane

Aye, yeah, boy!

Aye, yeah!

Aye, yeah, boy!

Aye, yeah!

How I’m goin' crazy, crazy?

Bitch, I get it

These bitches poppin' mollies like the hippies in the sixties

Bring your ass to East Atlanta, I don’t do deliveries

I’m chargin' like I’m Tony Montana, the homes ain’t killin' no children

Top of Savannah with blue New Balances

and bricks all under the building

Homegirl said I’m the man gettin' money,

But I ain’t seen a nigga, I missed it

New Lambo and I’m sittin' real low, slidin' around without my ceiling

Used to be my hoe, you can have that hoe

My nigga, I ain’t got no feelings

‘Fore I started rappin' Gucci Mane was sellin' dope

Her brother wanna meet me but I’m still sayin' «no»

Call my phone again, I’mma have to tell him «go»

Two-hundred squares, a hundred pairs, what’s your price?

Low?

Bring them things in — bring them things in

When you come in, make sure you have them dividends

Hope you got a whole bunch of hundreds so I can easily count it

Man, I’m goin' hard, summertime, dude forge a mountain

How you doin'?

I’m goin' stupid, goin' dumb, bitch

I’m a Zone 3, nigga, you know I’m on that slum shit

And my nigga from that Six, and he jugglin' all them bricks

And he fuckin' with your French, and they know the streets is back

Johnny Dame on my wrist, cost ‘bout a couple bricks

Got Vellanos on my whips, Forgiatos on my whips

Got the 40 on my hip, with ‘bout 50 in the clip

Hit the kitchen, hit the strip — grab some pounds and some zips

If the block sellin' here, hit your block, let it rip

Give me top in that Six, bitch, my watch very clear

And my pockets very fat, and I stay spendin' racks

Spend them stacks, get it back, twelve chickens in the back

‘Migos meet me in the front, bitch, this ain’t what I want

Try to play me like a punk, my niggas’ll leave you slumped

‘Migos meet me in the front, bitch, this ain’t what I want

Try to play me like a punk, my niggas’ll leave you slumped

Juugin' off them millions, on the table, hit the city

Man, we got cameras in the front, receivin', backin' in

When you come in, make sure you have them hundreds, then…

We count dividends, only conversatin' if you spend

Super-charged, straight A, charge it, see it on them rims

Hit you fuckin' head in, you been a real nigga when

If you wanna buy ten, come and buy thirty-six

Charge ‘em thiry-two nicks, that’s a five for the dry

Benz top circumcised and you know the body wide

Glock 9 on my thigh, hidden right between, I…

Young, fly street nigga, bitch, I’m from New Jack City

Have a temper around women, if you want it, come get it (fresh)