Oh My Goodness Lyrics - Chief Keef

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Oh My Goodness 

Chief Keef 

I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket 

I got thots all in my phone calling me, bitch, stop it 

Fourteen hundred for this belt, this ain't no damn Versace 

And I'm smoking all this dope, my hobby's getting money 

I count money like I'm poor, you know I already done it 

Twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch I'm stunting 

Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness 

I need my money machine to count this shit for me 

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I'll be flexin' on niggas, just coolin', flexin' 

I got my niggas, my money, my toolie 

I got my car, my house and my jewelry 

Yes, flexin' on niggas, I ain't worried 

Smoking tooka to the head 

Come through shoot ya then you're dead 

I'm getting money fuck the feds 

I'm Glo Gang, what is this? 

That's my shit, you little bitch 

Let's get rich you little bitch 

Get off my dick you little bitch 

And go get you a brick 

Smoking TuTu that's my opps 

So much damn TuTu on my car 

Counting rolls like a boss then 

You know that I know 

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Money machine go beep beep 

Hop in my car shooting shit 

Du-du du-du du-du beep beep 

All these fuck boys wanna be me 

His bitch let me fuck her cause I got racks 

So I hit it like bang bang, skeet, skeet 

Tell that on my phone yeah 

Money tatted on my mind yeah 

Thirty tatted on my gun yeah 

It's time to have fun yeah 

His bitch say she wanna fuck me 

She really wanna fuck my money 

Thought that I ain't know 

She thought that I was a dummy 

Told her save that shit 

Baby you on that lame ass shit 

I don't play that shit