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Listen to DIRTY NACHOS by Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It
ALBUMDIRTY NACHOSChief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It
Listen to Hip-Hop Drive featuring Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It
PLAYLISTHip-Hop DriveApple Music
Listen to Basketball featuring Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It
PLAYLISTBasketballApple Music
Listen to Football featuring Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It
PLAYLISTFootballApple Music
Listen to Rap Heavy Hitters featuring Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It
PLAYLISTRap Heavy HittersApple Music Hip-Hop
Listen to The Big Game featuring Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It
PLAYLISTThe Big GameApple Music
Listen to Ebro Darden's Playlist featuring Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It
PLAYLISTEbro Darden's PlaylistThe Ebro Show
Listen to The New Atlanta featuring Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It
PLAYLISTThe New AtlantaApple Music Hip-Hop
Listen to The New Midwest featuring Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It
PLAYLISTThe New MidwestApple Music Hip-Hop
Listen to The New Chicago featuring Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It
PLAYLISTThe New ChicagoApple Music Hip-Hop
Listen to BASE:LINE featuring Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It
PLAYLISTBASE:LINEApple Music

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chief Keef
Chief Keef
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Cozart
Keith Cozart
Songwriter
Michael L. Williams II
Michael L. Williams II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It
Producer

Lyrics

Ayy (bang, bang) Sos' baby (EarDrummers) Bang! Bang-bang Where I'm from, you won't get shit with a handout When I come through the city, niggas bring them bands out Someone set me off and sounded like we brung the pans out I'm a hot boy, someone please bring the fans out Make a bitch work, work, work, work, like Rihanna Stash the 20s, stack the 50s, when I look up, I see 100s Man, you know how I feel if you never had nothin' I can't know how you feel if you never said something Get that money, I be runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' Remember on the block gunnin', gunnin', gunnin', gunnin', gunnin' Now I'm gеttin' money, money, money, monеy, money, money You can tell by my tummy, tummy, tummy, yummy, yummy Remember sellin' dope off grannies for my family Now I can buy my granny a fucking Bentley Fuck the rap game, fuck I look like 'bout a plan B But I gotta get this money, do you understand me? I'ma fuck my trigger raw until that bitch sayin' Keef Turn the Xbox off 'cause ain't no bitch playin' me Tryna play with me, you better off playin' a plan B 'Cause your plan, it ain't working I ain't gon' to stand D Just got a call from my mama, she want another 20 racks, she will always be the one that's one up Hop out the car, I smell like thunder, I wish you run up I don't crush a lot, I can't, let me call Big Pun up Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang In the trap steady walkin' to the peephole Now I'm in a mansion, don't know my gate code In the party, woo-woo, okay, ho Chino come through the back with a Draco No cash, ain't no onstage ho Pay and come through the front with the bankroll She rent a buildin', I was like, "Ayy, bro" Who bitch at the front with a mango Chief Sosa, I'm Mufasa, Rastafari, bomboclaata We turn you to a water, lil' nigga, please don't get mopped up Mr. Mad Max, I be runnin' 'round with shottas I'm the alleycat and you the rat that run around with coppers Bitch, I'm balling so damn hard, I think I need a Fiji water Swear that money be my baby, hello Sosa, you're the father Excuse me, bro, do you sell dope? Fuck, you a federale? I'm a boss and these niggas hoes, that's why he fell behind me I'm so fly, I'm so fly, in Hawaii eating Thai You gotta pay me for a comment, and that comment might be why Asian ho said she think I'm nice, why, 'cause I eat rice? Bitch, I'm mean, go and get your things, you can't spend the night Bitch, I flex, flexin' on my ex with a fucking check You think you hot 'cause you got a box, your shit could get checked I'm so hot with a bitch boss, I be playin' chess Oh my God, what a bitter road, we hit him in the chest Now he dead, leave his ass red, hit him with high-tech That mean my tech so fucking high, hit ten for six in that Like you was bad before Christmas Eve, bitch, that's what you get Like I was blind and that happening not don't know where you at Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, bang (Mike WiLL Made-It)
Writer(s): Chief Keef, Dwan Lecurtis Jaquan Avery Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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