[Intro]

(GP)

[Chorus]

I can be walking and still run this shit

I can be sitting and still stunt this shit

I can be sleep and still plan this shit

You can be Debo, who's gonna get the hit?

You can keep the roses, bitch, it's guns & dreads

You can keep the fire hoses when this gun get you wet

I gotta bankroll, and it got 100s in that

I don't got a opinion, I got 100s and facts, yeah

[Verse 1]

Ayy, lil nigga, where's the money? You thought I was a lil dummy? I got associates with money, these niggas be super corny

These niggas be stupid lying, these niggas is super funny

I ain't gotta wait in line, the doorman was waiting for me

Told that bitch, "You wasting time", all that talking, ain't saying nothing

Ayy, holmes, why you got a .9? All that talk, ain't spraying nothing

Bitch told me I blow her mind, she say she can't wait to touch me

But she's on another time, she say she can't wait to fuck me

I was riding down Vine, going fast and sipping muddy Sipping all this damn drank, I don't gotta piss or nothing

If you cannot fix your mouth, my boys come through fix your tummy

More Sosa, less Tony, you can come and meet my buddy

I'm riding with my buddy sipping muddy

Smoking stinky, bitches love me call my phone

Wanna fuck me, wanna touch me, wanna love me

Sosa ain't got time for lovey dovey

[Chorus]

I can be walking and still run this shit

I can be sitting and still stunt this shit

I can be sleep and still plan this shit

You can be Debo, who's gonna get the hit?

You can keep the roses, bitch, it's guns & dreads

You can keep the fire hoses when this gun get you wet

I gotta bankroll, and it got 100s in that

I don't got a opinion, I got 100s and facts, yeah

[Verse 2]

I got 100s and facts, 100s and MACs

100s and TEC's, I got 100s and 20s, 100s and 50s

I know that I got sauce, but I don't eat spaghetti

Recess, I'm riding around with Ashley Spinelli

You like Pac up in Juice, I be how Nas be in Belly

Got 15 for a show, hell nah, that's too petty

It's getting hot in here, but I do not be with Nelly

I know I don't speak English, bitch, all I speak is Fetty

I ain't never lackin', bitch, all I be is ready

Yo bitch ain't tryna go, she get that boot, call her Betty I ain't finna call that bitch no Uber, call a Taxi

The police hate Chief Keef, I swear they just wanna snatch me They ran up in my house, grabbed me, swear I wasn't ready But Chief Keef ain't police, if I could then I would blast 'em But the law won't let me, judge gon try and give me 50

[Chorus]

I can be walking and still run this shit

I can be sitting and still stunt this shit

I can be sleep and still plan this shit

You can be Debo, who's gonna get the hit?

You can keep the roses, bitch, it's guns & dreads

You can keep the fire hoses when this gun get you wet

I gotta bankroll, and it got 100s in that

I don't got a opinion, I got 100s and facts, yeah