[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I hit Saks, I spend racks
I spend stacks, I can get it back
N***a, get back, I go click clack
Leave the pussy wet, don't get bitch smacked
Ride down on ya, in the tic tac
And this designer on me, it's fuckin' mismatched
Grab a big Mac, break your Kit Kat
All these tools on me, and I can fix that

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
When I was up in rehab, I was smokin' tooka dope
Ayy, boy what you smokin' on? It's probably some fookah dope
Buy a Gucci throw it on, 5000 for it, how you ain't know?
Walk up in the Louis store, they know I got them big bankrolls
I am sippin' purple drank, no girl, this is not yellow
No I do not know that hoe, she in Miami, I know
Now I'm somewhere in west coast, smokin' on the best dope
Fat ass clipper in my chop, if you want a trim, let's go
Ooh, I'm acting a fool, hoes say I'm rude
And some say I'm cute, and make me food
I'm up at Barney's, don't want no Louis
I want Balmain's, I don't want no shoes
So smooth, won't catch me snooze
Ooh, my watch a fool
It's fucked, them n***as bools
Is it false, and or is it true?
[Verse 2: Tadoe]
Y'all know how we bummin' man
Fresh off of tourin' man, back off of tourin' man
Back at it 24-H 365 man
Walk up in Barney's, can't even decide, man
Balmain's, no red bottoms
You hear me? Big bands, finesse y'all
You see us doin' this shit n***a, 'cause we still doin' this shit
N***a, so was doin' this shit 'cause we been doin' this shit
N***a, y'all know how the fuck we comin', n***a
R.I.P. Blood n***a, R.I.P. Cap n***a
Sneak diss, catch a slug, n***a

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Put a n***a on a stretcher
Who is that though? Youngest flexer
Y'all got questions, I can't answer
I'm a rich n***a, no time for dandruff
Dodgin' Aiki, smokin' dopey
She has the best head, she gets a trophy
N***a, I'm 2-4, you do not know me
You are a peon, that's what she told me