(Hook) G-L-O-G-A-N-G Money, we get plenty Thots, we get plenty n***as can’t come near we Cause n***as out here snakes n***as act like they your friend, they fake They want the food up on your plate They want your shoes, they want your skates (Verse 1: Chief Keef) I’m bout my money, all of that SuWu, I’m captain Know she f** me cause my money planted on the caniac Comin’ through, hit me like, we ain’t’ worried, we got some racks That’s a lot of money on the table, you know we gotta get that Bad b**h, gotta hit that Got a flat a** and (?) mad (?) two fat joke Diamonds on me, they always get mad Tryna take my sh**, I’m tellin’ you man I’m gon’ blow my gun, bang bang bang I ain’t feelin’ you man Diamonds in my chain, bling bling bling Yours look sh**tier man b**hes call my phone, ring ring ring You think yours looks prettier man Finna smoke some loud, I swear I can’t hear you man I be ballin’ out, I think I’m Kobe Durant (Hook) (Verse 2: Andy Milonakis) Got more pints than a blood drive Pouring fourths, this is mud life Up in PJs, that’s how we fly They see our wrists and they ask me why Sosa and Sachi, we gonna catch this hommi G-L-O Gang, we about to catch this body Cut the tennis ball, hide the crack in it People thought I’m actin’ Young Sachi trappin’ You know I’m s-s-strappin’ Chicago to Manhattan And you know my boys that always be clappin’ Bang bang, now 300 Andy Milonakis, b**h you don’t want it, b**h (Hook)