Straps

[Intro: Chief Keef]

Sosa baby

GBE baby

Flex

Flexin'

Go, go

Go, go

Go, go

Go, go

Go, go

Yeah

[Chorus: Chief Keef]

We got straps on straps on straps

And now we on the map

I'm getting to that money, nigga, that's a fuckin' fact

I promise I'm the swag

Throw it in the bag

I buy a lots of shit, not even looking at the tags

We got straps on straps on straps

And now we on the map

I'm getting to that money, nigga, that's a fuckin' fact

I promise I'm the swag

Throw it in the bag

I buy a lots of shit, not even looking at the tags

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]

We got straps on straps on straps, need to go to rehab

I swear I spend so much money

I can't do nothing but laugh

At these fufu ass niggas

Don't make my niggas spaz

The pistols get to busting they go blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt

I'm burning this shit last, giving niggas the clap

All these clothes that I'm buyin', I need designer rehab

Flexin' hard, 'til I crash, pull up in that Jag

Niggas know I get cash, rob me? Never that

We got straps on straps on straps, I promise I'ma blast

Leave you in the past, I'm at the top, you niggas last

That's why these niggas broke, see this ain't no joke

I'm smoking on the dope, clip hold triple O

[Chorus: Chief Keef]

We got straps on straps on straps

And now we on the map

I'm getting to that money, nigga, that's a fuckin' fact

I promise I'm the swag

Throw it in the bag

I buy a lots of shit, not even looking at the tags

We got straps on straps on straps

And now we on the map

I'm getting to that money, nigga, that's a fuckin' fact

I promise I'm the swag

Throw it in the bag

I buy a lots of shit, not even looking at the tags

[Verse 2: Gino Marley]

We got straps on straps on straps, ride around collecting bands

Blowin' stupid fruity pack, Trues fit with the hat

Leave 10's just to match, keep them straps, stay in tact

Me, I'm flashin' 'til we clap, get hit, no comin' back

Team floatin' off them flats, spend money make it back

We on top that's a fact, hella cash, what's a tag?

Bitch, throw it in the bag, sit back and count some racks

GBE, we on the map, nickel louder than a pack

That's a 30 in the strap, so you know we never lack

Come around you seein' that, and them thots they love our swag

That's a 30 in the strap, so you know we never lack

Come around you seein' that, and them thots they love our swag

[Chorus: Chief Keef]

We got straps on straps on straps

And now we on the map

I'm getting to that money, nigga, that's a fuckin' fact

I promise I'm the swag

Throw it in the bag

I buy a lots of shit, not even looking at the tags

We got straps on straps on straps

And now we on the map

I'm getting to that money, nigga, that's a fuckin' fact

I promise I'm the swag

Throw it in the bag

I buy a lots of shit, not even looking at the tags