Released: August 15, 2013
Songwriter: Chief Keef
Producer: Tarentino
[Hook]
I smell like I got 100 pounds of blunts on me
It's reekin' out the car homie
She wanna freak cause I'm a star low key
Tell me you what bitch, do not know me
I'ma blow this .30 like Odee
Leanin' off this A-C-T, I OD'd
Can't trust a face, feel niggas plottin' on me
And it's all because I'm gettin' money
[Verse 1]
Got that bitch off the drugs, she a zombie
She wanna fuck with us, we get money
Bitch is you drunk, you want my Beamer car keys?
Let's see if they got Beamer taxis
Just bought Kay Kay a Beamer car seat
My boys gon' spray, let us see a opp please
I'm Sunny and you niggas coffee
But now that is my favorite mafi
Bitch I ain't with that lovie dovie
Bitch you just gotta suck and fuck me
Got a pound of that herb, it's lovely
Now I'm sparkin' up, climbin' up trees
While I'm smokin' on this dope this bitch keep callin' my phone
Don't you see I'm gettin' high, bitch just leave me alone
I see niggas feelings hurt, tell Chief Sosa what's wrong
Bustin' like I'm Dillinger, got my dumb ass pulled over
[Hook]
I smell like I got 100 pounds of blunts on me
It's reekin' out the car homie
She wanna freak cause I'm a star low key
Tell me you what bitch, do not know me
I'ma blow this .30 like Odee
Leanin' off this A-C-T, I OD'd
Can't trust a face, feel niggas plottin' on me
And it's all because I'm gettin' money
I smell like I got 100 pounds of blunts on me
It's reekin' out the car homie
She wanna freak cause I'm a star low key
Tell me you what bitch, do not know me
I'ma blow this .30 like Odee
Leanin' off this A-C-T, I OD'd
Can't trust a face, feel niggas plottin' on me
And it's all because I'm gettin' money
[Verse 1]
Got that bitch off the drugs, she a zombie
She wanna fuck with us, we get money
Bitch is you drunk, you want my Beamer car keys?
Let's see if they got Beamer taxis
Just bought Kay Kay a Beamer car seat
My boys gon' spray, let us see a opp please
I'm Sunny and you niggas coffee
But now that is my favorite mafi
Bitch I ain't with that lovie dovie
Bitch you just gotta suck and fuck me
Got a pound of that herb, it's lovely
Now I'm sparkin' up, climbin' up trees
While I'm smokin' on this dope this bitch keep callin' my phone
Don't you see I'm gettin' high, bitch just leave me alone
I see niggas feelings hurt, tell Chief Sosa what's wrong
Bustin' like I'm Dillinger, got my dumb ass pulled over
[Hook]
I smell like I got 100 pounds of blunts on me
It's reekin' out the car homie
She wanna freak cause I'm a star low key
Tell me you what bitch, do not know me
I'ma blow this .30 like Odee
Leanin' off this A-C-T, I OD'd
Can't trust a face, feel niggas plottin' on me
And it's all because I'm gettin' money