Big Sean Keep It Gee Lyrics


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

Finally Famous

[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

O God, this life is such a blessin’

See I smoke ’til I can’t smoke no more and drink is no exception

Man these crazy niggas crazy, nigga when you gon’ learn yo lesson

They won’t talk shit about you plaques, but they gon’ talk when you are restin’

Man, so fuck ‘em


[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


[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