Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chief Keef
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Cozart
Composer
Xavier Dotson
Composer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Had to take one second
To think about all these motherfucking blessings
Yeah, I got a license, but I'm driving real reckless
Designer done turned to a fetish
She going eat the hot dog 'cause I get the relish
Come and get this work 'cause you know I gotta sell it
Before I get the coupe, yeah, you know I gotta test it
'Cause I cut into this hundred thousand and invest it
[Verse 2]
At the strip club, throwing money like it's nothing
Smoke that bitch out, now the police fussing
Make the poor man **** know that we coming
Shorty on X gon' tell me if he see something
And what I'm smoking, smelling like I'm eating onions
Remember growing up like I gotta be something
All this fucking cake like I gotta eat something
And I'm trying to quit, but the drink keep calling
[Verse 3]
Had to take one second
To think about all these motherfucking blessings
Yeah, I got a license, but I'm driving real reckless
Designer done turned to a fetish
She going eat the hot dog 'cause I get the relish
Come and get this work 'cause you know I gotta sell it
Before I get the coupe, yeah, you know I gotta test it
'Cause I cut into this hundred thousand and invest it
[Verse 4]
I pour drank on her carpet
We on our guap shit
The haters, they talk shit
But later, they walking
Got your hoe free from an auction
She's steady talking
I be steady flossing
Organizing boss shit
Bang, bang
[Verse 5]
Had to take one second
To think about all these motherfucking blessings
Yeah, I got a license, but I'm driving real reckless
Designer done turned to a fetish
She going eat the hot dog 'cause I get the relish
Come and get this work 'cause you know I gotta sell it
Before I get the coupe, yeah, you know I gotta test it
'Cause I cut into this hundred thousand and invest it
[Verse 6]
At the strip club, throwing money like it's nothing
Smoke that bitch out, now the police fussing
Police fussing, police fussing
Shorty on X gon' tell me if he see something
Hell, what I'm smoking, smelling like I'm eating onions
Remember growing up like I gotta be something
All this fucking cake like I gotta eat something
And I'm trying to quit, but the drink keep calling
[Verse 7]
Drink keep calling
Drink keep calling
Written by: Keith Cozart, Xavier Dotson

