Funny - Chief Keef

Walked in the spot, smellin' like ganja

Walked in the spot, smellin' like money

Walked out the spot, hop in my car, skooskoo riding

Pull up on my plug, beep beep, hop out the trap please

Hopped in my car, straight hotboxing

Bitch’s mouth dropped when she see the top dropping

And my mouth drop when I see a lot of money

Fallin', swear that this shit ain’t funny

I just get the money then I’m goin' out in public, stuntin'

Shoulda never gave a young nigga money

Fresh as fuck, lookin' like I’m goin' on a luncheon

Now I got a belly of a beast, I be munchin'

Beauty of the beast, diamonds dancin'

With G-L-O-G-A-N-G, ridin' stuntin'

But don’t make my pistol sing like Ashanti

I beat that mothafucka, Tina Turner

Cops on us, nigga turned

I’m runnin', I ain’t gettin' served

Get away, I be first

I’m in this shit til the dirt

Throw that money til it end, I’ma catch it Gang banging throwin' sets, bitch

Chain hangin' on my neck, bitch

Wrist hurt, my watch be doin' damage

I stay smokin' on that cat piss

You still be smokin' on that cat shit

Choppin' up this shit like I’m from Texas

New car, I just got it I heard you be on that flag shit

Put this pistol to your biceps bitch

Bought a pound and smoked the ganja that quick

In my car bitch, I’m Sosa so I like fast shit

Walked up in the spot, smelled wet shit

So I’m like, «Who the fuck is smokin' that shit?»

Walked up out the spot with every damn bitch

But I’m in a two-seater, all of 'em can’t fit