Chief Keef — Pay Day

[Intro: Chief Keef & Tadoe] Almighty Glo nigga Gang gang You know how we bummin', man You know how we rockin' and rollin', man You know how we bleed man [Verse 1: Tadoe & Chief Keef] Pour the lean, I go to sleep Poppin out, they notice me In a spot that's all OG Trap doin' ten bowls a week Fourty G's a day, that's me, you get ten shows a week I slide through, ten Glocks I pour up pints and smoking P's Out the 448 ridin' straight A I go more nuts than a pay day But I go more nuts than a nutty bar I pop out, and make it rain like it's pay day [Verse 2: Chief Keef] We got the pounds, you wanna move some? We got the rounds, you wanna shoot some? Who wants some, who wants some? Who want some, who want some? We got the racks, you wanna hold some? We got the pack, you wanna blow some? Who wants some, who wants some? Who want some, who gon' do some? [Verse 3: Terintino, Chief Keef & Tadoe] Gambino aka Meatroll Mr. check the peephole with like three poles It's Chief Lo aka the janiter Mr. Ring your bell then replenish ya When I pour up, it's no plastic Straight drop, yeah it's all [?] Inside my car, look like all [?] Off a pill and I might crash it On my way to hit your block, but I might pass it Spin back, turn your pack Jurrasic And we we spin back, niggas turn elastic Pop out, buck buck, see who run the fastest [Verse 4: Chief Keef] Goddamn shells sticky, have some pounds No introductions man, they know who I am In LA ridin' around with my lambs 300 bitch, you know we got 300 shells Pop pop, reload, then cock You done started something Watch where you don't watch You ain't gon' fry nothing' I can tell by how you hold a pot You don't sell dope I can tell by how you move the rocks Make love to the cash, I'm so romantic Diamonds in my watch, looking Titanic House looking gigantic You best come tryna start shit at my mansion I ain't got security, I got a hundred poles Like I got a hundred hands, you running like a runny nose I got a hundreds bands on me and a hundred shots You think DJ makes a lot with [?] I don't want that cup, that shit watered down I don't want that Spirte, that shit flat as hell Tell that pussy hit my phone, he want a pack to sell I tell his ass "come get it", then I crack his shells I'm smoking on the Tooka, you was smoking Fookah You wanna disturb my peace, you are no Luda Did I hear about ya, you are no rumor You ain't sending shots, you are no scoomer You ain't ballin' nigga, you're no shooter You can't manoeuvre me, you are no move You can't teach me shit, you're no tutor The belly of the beast erupt, you're no [?]