Chief Keef - I'm Mad lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef - I'm Mad lyrics]
Woo, woo
Ridin' around smoking stank
Got Ben Franklin all in my bank
Dirty hoes all in my face
Fuck niggas all in my way
Cash, that's all that I take
Fake niggas, all that I hate
Can't smoke, what you niggas smoke grey?
That loud pack, all I wanna taste
They mad 'cause I'm getting that cash
Steady tryna kiss my ass
You can't get no money, my bad
You ain't getting money, I laugh
She came in and left in a cab
I can't take your moves my bad
I'm tired of fuckin', I'm sad
I'm tired of fuckin', I'm mad
I'm smoking on this dope
Laughing to the bank like hahaha
If a nigga try to take my guap
Then that choppa hit his ass like grah, grah
Grah
Pussy don't know to get back, back, back
You ain't tryna go, bitch, get out of my car
I ain't wanna fuck you anyway
I just want some top
'Cause I heard the pussy hot, hot, hot
I fuck sister-sisters and mama mamas
Say you getting money, nigga, blah, blah
Blah fuck around and walk in the house
And Almighty Sosa be fucking yo
Moms on the couch
Feds on my ass like alarms on a house
They lock a nigga up
Then I'm bondin' right out
But you still sittin' your broke
Ass in a jail cell, 1500 to get out
I don't wife hoes, niggas runnin' in and out
Keep a gun in the car, a gun in the house
I don't like niggas that
Be running they mouth
Steady saying this and that
But they know they all lying
Bitch, I'm too busy getting
Money all the time
His bitch wanna fuck, she got puppy dog eyes
Ridin' around smoking stank
Got Ben Franklin all in my bank
Dirty hoes all in my face
Fuck niggas all in my way
Cash, that's all that I take
Fake niggas, all that I hate
Can't smoke, what you niggas smoke grey?
That loud pack, all I wanna taste
They mad 'cause I'm getting that cash
Steady tryna kiss my ass
You can't get no money, my bad
You ain't getting money, I laugh
She came in and left in a cab
I can't take your moves my bad
I'm tired of fuckin', I'm sad
I'm tired of fuckin', I'm mad
Ridin' around smoking stank
Got Ben Franklin all in my bank
Dirty hoes all in my face
Fuck niggas all in my way
Cash, that's all that I take
Fake niggas, all that I hate
Can't smoke, what you niggas smoke grey?
That loud pack, all I wanna taste
They mad 'cause I'm getting that cash
Steady tryna kiss my ass
You can't get no money, my bad
You ain't getting money, I laugh
She came in and left in a cab
I can't take your moves my bad
I'm tired of fuckin', I'm sad
I'm tired of fuckin', I'm mad
I'm smoking on this dope
Laughing to the bank like hahaha
If a nigga try to take my guap
Then that choppa hit his ass like grah, grah
Grah
Pussy don't know to get back, back, back
You ain't tryna go, bitch, get out of my car
I ain't wanna fuck you anyway
I just want some top
'Cause I heard the pussy hot, hot, hot
I fuck sister-sisters and mama mamas
Say you getting money, nigga, blah, blah
Blah fuck around and walk in the house
And Almighty Sosa be fucking yo
Moms on the couch
Feds on my ass like alarms on a house
They lock a nigga up
Then I'm bondin' right out
But you still sittin' your broke
Ass in a jail cell, 1500 to get out
I don't wife hoes, niggas runnin' in and out
Keep a gun in the car, a gun in the house
I don't like niggas that
Be running they mouth
Steady saying this and that
But they know they all lying
Bitch, I'm too busy getting
Money all the time
His bitch wanna fuck, she got puppy dog eyes
Ridin' around smoking stank
Got Ben Franklin all in my bank
Dirty hoes all in my face
Fuck niggas all in my way
Cash, that's all that I take
Fake niggas, all that I hate
Can't smoke, what you niggas smoke grey?
That loud pack, all I wanna taste
They mad 'cause I'm getting that cash
Steady tryna kiss my ass
You can't get no money, my bad
You ain't getting money, I laugh
She came in and left in a cab
I can't take your moves my bad
I'm tired of fuckin', I'm sad
I'm tired of fuckin', I'm mad