[Hook: Chief Keef] Man I got that swag, and I got that bag When I hit the mall, I love poppin' tags I love poppin' tags, I love poppin' tags So much shit in my bag, cause I love poppin' tags I love poppin' tags, I love poppin' tags Smokin' loud gotta bag, and I love poppin' tags I love poppin' tags, I love poppin' tags I get so much cash and I love poppin' tags
[Verse 1: LeekeLeek] 100 round drummer I come from the slammer Ski mask in the winter Rob a dice game in the summer Bank account, Obama Bitch I'm flexin' with these commas He just lost a stack I know where's at cause bitch I took it from 'em Your bitch been on me lately Is she suckin' dick or somethin' Cause I'd rather count some 50's She say, I'd rather blow some hundreds From West Coast to the East Coast I got hoes with different numbers I can't see you with binoculars Cause boy you ain't been doing nothin' If I don't do nothin' I'ma keep two greedy hustlers Money gettin' old, growin' legs money runnin' Choppa standin' tall, pill jab in my balls With that .30 and that .50 ain't no problem I can't solve
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[Verse 2: LeekeLeek] Ballin' with money, how you think I got this money Livin' life like ain't no money Bitch designer shit is for me Chasin' hoes not a chance Hit the block and chase a band Bein' broke again, that's that shit won't see again Hoes all on my Instagram, like I'm turnin' up for them Too greedy in demand so bitch I'm goin' ham JB Guapo who is that? That's Lil G he blowin' back Disrespect I'm at yo front Paperboy still got the back Paperboy still got the mac Shout out A-block, keep it cool I be out west countin' oochie Off a dice game break a fool Hittin' licks, hittin' licks Shit ain't been the same since That Ballin' beat, ho that Ballin' beat