Chief Keef — On It On It

[Intro] Thotties, Posse! [Chorus] I got a lotta bitches, and I got a lotta niggas (thotties, posse) And I got a lotta shooters and I got a lotta killers (bop) And I got a lotta money, I been with this money bunny I can't help my money funny, baby I am money hungry More Sosa less Tony Tony, I bought an island no colony dummy I'm coolin' in Hawaii, countin' money countin' money money All these niggas phony phony, all these bitches bony bony Niggas act like homies homies, that's why I be on it on it [Verse 1] Ridin' in that Moto Morini Pockets filled with hundred money I am not no dummy dummy Pistol hit your tummy tummy And I got a Tommy Tommy Glock 10 marked doin' bunnies bunnies He want beef its farmie farmie We come through, army army All we see is running running Guess what, I am blunted blunted This shit smells like onions onions Trae Cas Stacy be smokin' that funny funny, funny Swear that shit ain't funny funny 3.5 in my blunted blunted Let me get some top honey Then I might just bone it bone it (thottie) Walk in the label, then I run it run it (count my fuckin' cash) I need my cash at this fuckin' moment (fore I bust yo ass) This is business, we is not no homies (yeah yeah yeah) Don't make me catch a fuckin' homi (yeah yeah) [Chorus] I got a lotta bitches, and I got a lotta niggas And I got a lotta shooters and I got a lotta killers And I got a lotta money, I been with this money bunny I can't help my money funny, baby I am money hungry More Sosa less Tony Tony, I bought an island no colony dummy I'm coolin' in Hawaii, countin' money countin' money money All these niggas phony phony, all these bitches bony bony Niggas act like homies homies, that's why I be on it on it (On it On it) [Verse 2] Niggas act like they your friends (nah) But niggas all pretend (yeah) Niggas act like they your homie (nah) All these niggas fuckin' phony, I know it (yeah) Riding in that mortal combat (skrt) With a lot of fucking combat for combat (bang bang bang) Nigga don't run, come back (gang) Told your bitch "don't run, come back" Take this dick, nigga click-clack get back (bang bang bang) On that hot shit, you can get whacked (bang) 18 wheeler shit, you can get wet (gang gang bang) Throw it back to my bitches [Chorus] I got a lotta bitches, and I got a lotta niggas And I got a lotta shooters and I got a lotta killers (bang bang) And I got a lotta money, I been with this money bunny (fff beep) I can't help my money funny, baby I am money hungry More Sosa less Tony Tony, I bought an island no colony dummy I'm coolin' in Hawaii, countin' money countin' money money All these niggas phony phony, all these bitches bony bony Niggas act like homies homies, that's why I be on it on it