Fix That - Chief Keef

I hit Saks, I spend racks

I spend stacks, I can get it back

Nigga, get back, I go click clack

Leave the pussy wet, don’t get bitch smacked

Ride down on ya, in the tic tac

And this designer on me, it’s fuckin' mismatched

Grab a big Mac, break your Kit Kat

All these tools on me, and I can fix that

When I was up in rehab, I was smokin' tooka dope

Ayy, boy what you smokin' on? It’s probably some fookah dope

Buy a Gucci throw it on, 5000 for it, how you ain’t know?

Walk up in the Louis store, they know I got them big bankrolls

I am sippin' purple drank, no girl, this is not yellow

No I do not know that hoe, she in Miami, I know

Now I’m somewhere in west coast, smokin' on the best dope

Fat ass clipper in my chop, if you want a trim, let’s go

Ooh, I’m acting a fool, hoes say I’m rude

And some say I’m cute, and make me food

I’m up at Barney’s, don’t want no Louis

I want Balmain’s, I don’t want no shoes

So smooth, won’t catch me snooze

Ooh, my watch a fool

It’s fucked, them niggas bools

Is it false, and or is it true?

Y’all know how we bummin' man

Fresh off of tourin' man, back off of tourin' man

Back at it 24-H 365 man

Walk up in Barney’s, can’t even decide, man

Balmain’s, no red bottoms

You hear me? Big bands, finesse y’all

You see us doin' this shit nigga, 'cause we still doin' this shit

Nigga, so was doin' this shit 'cause we been doin' this shit

Nigga, y’all know how the fuck we comin', nigga

R.I.P. Blood nigga, R.I.P. Cap nigga

Sneak diss, catch a slug, nigga

Put a nigga on a stretcher

Who is that though? Youngest flexer

Y’all got questions, I can’t answer

I’m a rich nigga, no time for dandruff

Dodgin' Aiki, smokin' dopey

She has the best head, she gets a trophy

Nigga, I’m 2−4, you do not know me

You are a peon, that’s what she told me