Chief Keef - It's More lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef - It's More lyrics]
For Blood I pour out a fifth
Keep on pourin' the shit
In the club standin' on the couches
Enjoyin' the shit she want all of this dick
I give her majority of the dick
Baby I gotta get all this money
Need all of the shit
But there's more to this shit
Girl it's more to this shit
Girl, it's more to this shit
Girl, it's more to this shit, baby
It's more to this shit
It's more to this shit
It's more to this shit
All I see green, green, nothin' in between
No brown, no white, all I see green
All I see green, no broccoli, I eat beans
And I smoke trees, so high like I eat leaves
Ayy, I roll off with that
Guap like "beep beep"
You don't gotta like me
But yo' bitch like Chief Keef
She say she love me
Then I leave with my cleats
I know I was drivin' but I
Was runnin' up the streets
I walked up in the club
They don't need to see my ID
I ain't got no patience
Don't need to see my IV
I picked up some paper tryna
See where that's gon' lead
I walked up out the office with
A check on one, two, three, three
For Blood I pour out a fifth
Keep on pourin' the shit
In the club standin' on the couches
Enjoyin' the shit she want all of this dick
I give her majority of the dick
Baby I gotta get all this money
Need all of the shit
But there's more to this shit
Girl it's more to this shit
Girl, it's more to this shit
Girl, it's more to this shit, baby
It's more to this shit
It's more to this shit
It's more to this shit
I see blue, blue, no I don't see you
All I see is blue, is that Blue's Clues?
If you cross the red, red
Shots up in yo' head ya dead, ya dead
Just like my dead presidents
I pulled them Ben Franklins up out my pocket
I know I'm so icy, I got my rocket
I gave my tech to y'all
You know I T-Mac'd it
I took it back a while, this T-Mac spit magic
Hop out that clean, with green
Shiny like Oil Sheen
Spraying shit like mousse
Rudolph where you goin'?
I'm the king, I'm Mufasa with some wings
I want some Wokcanos
I don't want chicken wings
For Blood I pour out a fifth
Keep on pourin' the shit
In the club standin' on the couches
Enjoyin' the shit she want all of this dick
I give her majority of the dick
Baby I gotta get all this money
Need all of the shit
But there's more to this shit
Girl it's more to this shit
Girl, it's more to this shit
Girl, it's more to this shit, baby
It's more to this shit
It's more to this shit
It's more to this shit
Keep on pourin' the shit
In the club standin' on the couches
Enjoyin' the shit she want all of this dick
I give her majority of the dick
Baby I gotta get all this money
Need all of the shit
But there's more to this shit
Girl it's more to this shit
Girl, it's more to this shit
Girl, it's more to this shit, baby
It's more to this shit
It's more to this shit
It's more to this shit
All I see green, green, nothin' in between
No brown, no white, all I see green
All I see green, no broccoli, I eat beans
And I smoke trees, so high like I eat leaves
Ayy, I roll off with that
Guap like "beep beep"
You don't gotta like me
But yo' bitch like Chief Keef
She say she love me
Then I leave with my cleats
I know I was drivin' but I
Was runnin' up the streets
I walked up in the club
They don't need to see my ID
I ain't got no patience
Don't need to see my IV
I picked up some paper tryna
See where that's gon' lead
I walked up out the office with
A check on one, two, three, three
For Blood I pour out a fifth
Keep on pourin' the shit
In the club standin' on the couches
Enjoyin' the shit she want all of this dick
I give her majority of the dick
Baby I gotta get all this money
Need all of the shit
But there's more to this shit
Girl it's more to this shit
Girl, it's more to this shit
Girl, it's more to this shit, baby
It's more to this shit
It's more to this shit
It's more to this shit
I see blue, blue, no I don't see you
All I see is blue, is that Blue's Clues?
If you cross the red, red
Shots up in yo' head ya dead, ya dead
Just like my dead presidents
I pulled them Ben Franklins up out my pocket
I know I'm so icy, I got my rocket
I gave my tech to y'all
You know I T-Mac'd it
I took it back a while, this T-Mac spit magic
Hop out that clean, with green
Shiny like Oil Sheen
Spraying shit like mousse
Rudolph where you goin'?
I'm the king, I'm Mufasa with some wings
I want some Wokcanos
I don't want chicken wings
For Blood I pour out a fifth
Keep on pourin' the shit
In the club standin' on the couches
Enjoyin' the shit she want all of this dick
I give her majority of the dick
Baby I gotta get all this money
Need all of the shit
But there's more to this shit
Girl it's more to this shit
Girl, it's more to this shit
Girl, it's more to this shit, baby
It's more to this shit
It's more to this shit
It's more to this shit