Singing to the Cheese - Chief Keef

Hopped on the road and let’s go get that money

I pull up hopped out and I’m smoking on Chronic

Explain this to me boy how you allergic to money?

You can’t be allergic to them 50s and 100s

I pull up hopped out and I’m reeking of weed

I pull the racks out and I’m reeking them G’s

I pull the guap out and I’m singing them G’s

Like Ba-da-ba-ba-ba singing to the cheese

Boy ya know, pissy wrist pissy throat

My pissy finger, pissy ear get pissy hoes

My palm itching plenty guap get plenty o’s

You think it’s sweet them weapons I get plenty those

I want some head this nigga bitch she 1−10

I want some grands, want some millions

Want some billions, don’t want no friends

Want some weed, want some killers

I want some streets, want some houses, want some buildings

I pull up flex a nigga like «Gotta be kidding me»

I got the Tec the P11 it gotta be with me

Don’t be against me boy you better be with me

You better call the SWAT and they better come get me

Bitch I’m rich but I still got that savage in me

I’m high as fuck bitch I got two 7s in me

Point out the fuck nigga think he better than me

This is an Anarchy I got that Jax up in me

Hopped on the road and let’s go get that money

I pull up hopped out and I’m smoking on Chronic

Explain this to me boy how you allergic to money?

You can’t be allergic to them 50s and 100s

I pull up hopped out and I’m reeking of weed

I pull the racks out and I’m reeking them G’s

I pull the guap out and I’m singing them G’s

Like Ba-da-ba-ba-ba singing to the cheese

Like biddy-bop-ba-bop singing to the cheese

Like Sosa Wonder I be with the keys

Call Me Sosa Ray Charles or Sosa r&B

Told yo bitch come here call me Sosa

Call me Sosa Subzero I’m the man with the Big Glo

Call me Sosa Liu Kang I’m the man with the kicks on

Call me Sosa Budokai I’m the nigga with the Dragon Ball

Call me Sosa Yu Gi Oh I’m the nigga with the dragon card

Hopped on the road and let’s go get that money

I pull up hopped out and I’m smoking on Chronic

Explain this to me boy how you allergic to money?

You can’t be allergic to them 50s and 100s

I pull up hopped out and I’m reeking of weed

I pull the racks out and I’m reeking them G’s

I pull the guap out and I’m singing them G’s

Like Ba-da-ba-ba-ba singing to the cheese