Lyrics Big Sean – Keep It Gee

Intro
Boiii, GOOD
So this is what it feels like to make something outta nothing huh?
For a young nigga to start with nothing and get muthafucking rich on ya dumbass

Hook: Big Sean
Bitch, my life is nothin’ but a G thing
Pick up a 100 G’s, take off a G-string
Clique full of G’s and some bad-ass bitches
Oh, your ear to the streets? Okay, well, holla if you hear us
I keep it G, I keep it G, I keep it G, I keep it G
I keep it, I keep it, I keep it
I keep it G
repeated

Verse 1: Big Sean
Okay, my life is nothin’ but a G thang
Pick up 100 G’s, take off a G-string
Oh, Jesus, they love me to pieces
Got up in the game cause I was tired of the bleachers
Get rich, repeat it, taste it, I’m delish’
Lookin’ so good she put me on her fuck for free list
I turn her on ‘fore I go in
I swear that pussy keyless
I might let her ride the mic and let her friend come get the remix
Oh boy you do it
Rollin’ rich nigga weed (rich nigga weed)
With a rich nigga bitch (rich nigga bitch)
I’m ridin’ ’round the city, in a rich nigga whip
Yea a nigga paid a grip, for all this rich nigga shit
And all these bad hoes, they want a rich nigga’s dick

Hook

Verse 2: 2 Chainz
10 Ben Franklins, nigga, that’s a G homie
Flash the pinky ring, baby you can ski on it
Put it in your uterus, U-Haul, I move the shit
Baby I’m a shark and these rappers taste like tuna fish
Look at this, movie with no movie script
I die real, do this shit
Just bought an old-school so that’s my newest whip
Cartiers on, I can see all through the shit
I spell southside with an F that stand for foolishness
fuck that shit, fuck with us, we’ll have you in some luxury
I need a stash pot for a couple keys
When I’m in the Gucci store, I spend some G’s to wear some G’s
If you is a sucker, I’m a charger, where’s the sucker fee?
Luckily, smoking on that vote for me, Presidential evidence
Truck so big, I can’t park it at my residence
Wallet so big, I can’t put it in my back pocket
Soon as her ass dropping, the cash dropping

Hook

Verse 3: Big Sean
I deserve congrats (Why?)
I turned my old car into a new
My basement into a presidential view
One into two, a milli to a few
Niggas want to see me fall off, ah shit
I’ll fall off and turn into you
fuck around, turn this peace sign to a piece
Tool Time: now you learn to muthafuckin screw
I feel like slappin’ a ho
Keep a bad bitch at the passenger door
Never ever break these broads off a lil’
Once you give ‘em something they be askin’ for more
If I run out then I’m snatchin’ up yours
Man I remain a quadruple-triple OG, triple OG, triple OG
And that’s a sign that I’m a made nigga that’s fasho