Released: August 28, 2015
Songwriter: DP Beats Chief Keef
Producer: Chief Keef DP Beats
[Chorus]
I got shows, I got verses, I got numbers
I got bitches, I got niggas, they be on it
I got money, I got guns, I got ganja
I got drink, I got commas, I got karma
I got Wokcanos, don't got Benihanas
I got cars, I got cribs, I be flee
Don't give a fuck about him, I do me
Don't give a fuck about them, I be T'd
[Verse 1]
I be T'd from my feet to my jeans to my wrist
From the bling on my rib to the bling in my ear
And the bling on my neck, try to take it, got a TEC
Got a MAC, go brrat, leave you wet, stankin' ass
I don't sell PT's, bitch, I sell shine
Fuck with me and you'll be glo-in' all the time
Too much ice in my watch, I can't tell the time
I tried to tell the time and that shit made me blind
I got a 40, got a four-five, got a nine
I hop out with the nine, all my racks start divin'
You better been takin' swimmin' classes or you'll be dyin'
After I take you out that flour, you'll be fryin'
[Chorus]
I got shows, I got verses, I got numbers
I got bitches, I got niggas, they be on it
I got money, I got guns, I got ganja
I got drink, I got commas, I got karma
I got Wokcanos, don't got Benihanas
I got cars, I got cribs, I be flee
Don't give a fuck about him, I do me
Don't give a fuck about them, I be T'd
[Verse 2]
I be T'd, I be T'd, countin' G's, smokin' B's with my B's
Out in Cali fuckin' with the C's and the B's
Chiraq ass nigga, sting like a bumblebee
Soon as I pull off, police start followin' me
Soon as I hopped out the car, your bitch start talkin' to me
You ain't tryna give me top? Bitch, don't talk to me
I be hoppin' in my car, she be tryna walk with me
I count the money with no finger tips
Look me up, Bing this shit
Google this shit, Yahoo this shit
Tell me what you think, read this shit
You steady talkin' cash money, me, I don't believe this shit
I be walkin' 'round with money, you know I be T'd with it
[Chorus]
I got shows, I got verses, I got numbers
I got bitches, I got niggas, they be on it
I got money, I got guns, I got ganja
I got drink, I got commas, I got karma
I got Wokcanos, don't got Benihanas
I got cars, I got cribs, I be flee
Don't give a fuck about him, I do me
Don't give a fuck about them, I be T'd
I got shows, I got verses, I got numbers
I got bitches, I got niggas, they be on it
I got money, I got guns, I got ganja
I got drink, I got commas, I got karma
I got Wokcanos, don't got Benihanas
I got cars, I got cribs, I be flee
Don't give a fuck about him, I do me
Don't give a fuck about them, I be T'd
[Verse 1]
I be T'd from my feet to my jeans to my wrist
From the bling on my rib to the bling in my ear
And the bling on my neck, try to take it, got a TEC
Got a MAC, go brrat, leave you wet, stankin' ass
I don't sell PT's, bitch, I sell shine
Fuck with me and you'll be glo-in' all the time
Too much ice in my watch, I can't tell the time
I tried to tell the time and that shit made me blind
I got a 40, got a four-five, got a nine
I hop out with the nine, all my racks start divin'
You better been takin' swimmin' classes or you'll be dyin'
After I take you out that flour, you'll be fryin'
[Chorus]
I got shows, I got verses, I got numbers
I got bitches, I got niggas, they be on it
I got money, I got guns, I got ganja
I got drink, I got commas, I got karma
I got Wokcanos, don't got Benihanas
I got cars, I got cribs, I be flee
Don't give a fuck about him, I do me
Don't give a fuck about them, I be T'd
[Verse 2]
I be T'd, I be T'd, countin' G's, smokin' B's with my B's
Out in Cali fuckin' with the C's and the B's
Chiraq ass nigga, sting like a bumblebee
Soon as I pull off, police start followin' me
Soon as I hopped out the car, your bitch start talkin' to me
You ain't tryna give me top? Bitch, don't talk to me
I be hoppin' in my car, she be tryna walk with me
I count the money with no finger tips
Look me up, Bing this shit
Google this shit, Yahoo this shit
Tell me what you think, read this shit
You steady talkin' cash money, me, I don't believe this shit
I be walkin' 'round with money, you know I be T'd with it
[Chorus]
I got shows, I got verses, I got numbers
I got bitches, I got niggas, they be on it
I got money, I got guns, I got ganja
I got drink, I got commas, I got karma
I got Wokcanos, don't got Benihanas
I got cars, I got cribs, I be flee
Don't give a fuck about him, I do me
Don't give a fuck about them, I be T'd
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