I got money, I got power, got respect with this tech My niggas out here wilding playing Russian Roulette My niggas out here wilding playing Russian Roulette Russian Roulette, with niggas' heads
[Verse 1: Chief Keef] I got money, I got power, got respect with this tech My niggas out here wilding, you could duck or get wet From Chiraq to DC, boy, we gang bang, throwing sets About Glory Boyz and Slutty Boyz they say this and that But Chief Sosa and Fat Trel shooters gone handle that It ain't nothing, bitch we bucking; light it up, candle that We turn nothing into something, get that check, ran through that I be shitting on them bitches, like where my manners at? I be in my fucking glory shining just like my watch I be pulling up and pulling off in them foreign cars I give that bitch a name if she talking porn star And we got these bitches boppy, GBE full of stock
[Hook: Chief Keef x2]
[Verse 2: Fat Trel]
Well, I got money, I got power, just got rid of my tech Cause that bitch had too many bodies, just re'd up in Van Ness “I got my niggas outchea wilding, 223 eat through vests UUV hit your block, yellow tape on deck Police investigate, my shit say heavy weight I'm a walking grenade; I play with Tommies for days I got work and it's twerking; I fuck your wifey on purpose I'm a Slutty Boy; my Glory boy just smoke purple perfect I'm in Chiraq flirting with these chickens from Church's These niggas pockets is hurting; heard you niggas was nervous I'm from D-dot-C; you know my shit say SB Fucking with GBE, so how you niggas gone eat?