Cozart attended Dulles Elementary School and later Banner High School on Chicago's South Side, which is where he got his career start. In December 2011, he was arrested on a weapons charge (aggravated unlawful use of a weapon) and put under house arrest at his grandmother's home. While under house arrest, Cozart posted several videos to his YouTube account. The attention he received grew in the short time between the release of several mixtapes and several music videos, including "Bang," "3Hunna," and "I Don't Like." After two locally successful mixtapes, "I Don't Like" became a local hit in Chicago. It also caught fellow Chicago rapper Kanye West's attention, and West organized a remix of the song along with rappers Pusha T, Jadakiss, and Big Sean. On July 7, 2012, it was announced that Chief Keef would be performing at the 2012 Lollapalooza music festival.
In the following years, Keef has served up a continuous stream of releases, such as Back From the Dead 2 (2014), Bang 3 (2015), and Thot Breaker (2017). Critics have cited Chief Keef as a major influence on contemporary hip hop through his impact on artists such as Lil Uzi Vert, 21 Savage, Tupac and various collaborations.
Oh My Goodness
Chief Keef Lyrics
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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
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
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
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
The lyrics of Chief Keef's "Oh My Goodness" express the rapper's pleasure in counting his wealth and mocking those who haven't earned it as he has. He boasts about his evident prosperity with his pockets loaded with cash and his phone filled with calls from women who are more than fascinated by his economic condition. He makes a point to acknowledge how he has splurged on a designer belt worth hundreds of dollars, which he deems insufficient for such a high price. Even though he pretends to count his money just like toothpicks without any worry, he acknowledges that it's not so straightforward because there is too much money to count, hence he needs a cash-counting machine. Additionally, he talks about his assertive behavior, making it very clear that he is manifesting great confidence to project his wealth confidently. As he raps throughout, he sees himself rich beyond imagination, which is evident with the number of possessions he has.
Line by Line Meaning
I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket
I have a lot of cash on me.
I got thots all in my phone calling me, bitch, stop it
My phone is constantly buzzing with messages from girls trying to get with me.
Fourteen hundred for this belt, this ain't no damn Versace
I spent a lot of money on this expensive designer belt.
And I'm smoking all this dope, my hobby's getting money
I spend my free time making money and smoking weed.
I count money like I'm poor, you know I already done it
I've counted so much money that it's like second nature to me.
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch I'm stunting
I'm showing off my wealth with different denominations of cash.
Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness
I'm surprised by how much money I have.
I need my money machine to count this shit for me
I have so much money that I need a machine to count it for me.
I'll be flexin' on niggas, just coolin', flexin'
I like to show off and intimidate other people with my wealth.
I got my niggas, my money, my toolie
I have my friends, my cash, and my gun to protect myself.
I got my car, my house and my jewelry
I have a nice car, house, and expensive jewelry to show off.
Yes, flexin' on niggas, I ain't worried
I'm not worried about anyone trying to take my money or possessions.
Smoking tooka to the head
I smoke a lot of weed.
Come through shoot ya then you're dead
I have no problem using my gun to protect myself.
I'm getting money fuck the feds
I'm making money and don't care about getting caught by the police.
I'm Glo Gang, what is this?
I'm part of the Glo Gang and proud of it.
That's my shit, you little bitch
I own everything I have and won't let anyone take it from me.
Let's get rich you little bitch
I want to make even more money and be even richer.
Get off my dick you little bitch
Stop trying to leech off of me and my success.
And go get you a brick
Go make your own money instead of trying to take mine.
Smoking TuTu that's my opps
I'm smoking a type of weed that is associated with my enemies.
So much damn TuTu on my car
I'm driving a car that is covered in the same type of weed that is associated with my enemies.
Counting rolls like a boss then
I'm counting my money confidently and without hesitation.
You know that I know
You know that I'm aware of my surroundings and potential threats.
Money machine go beep beep
I'm putting so much money into the counting machine that it's making a beeping sound.
Hop in my car shooting shit
I'm driving around while carrying my gun.
Du-du du-du du-du beep beep
The sound of my car and the money counting machine beeping are merged together.
All these fuck boys wanna be me
I have a lot of people trying to emulate my success but they can't.
His bitch let me fuck her cause I got racks
A girl slept with me because I have a lot of money.
So I hit it like bang bang, skeet, skeet
I had sex with her multiple times.
Tell that on my phone yeah
I'm bragging about my sexual conquests on my phone.
Money tatted on my mind yeah
Making more money is always on my mind and it's my top priority.
Thirty tatted on my gun yeah
The number '30' is tattooed on my gun, possibly indicating that I've killed thirty people.
It's time to have fun yeah
Making money and being successful is fun for me.
His bitch say she wanna fuck me
Another girl wants to have sex with me because I have money.
She really wanna fuck my money
The girl is only interested in me because of my money.
Thought that I ain't know
She thought that I didn't know she was only interested in my wealth.
She thought that I was a dummy
She underestimated my intelligence and knowledge of her true intentions.
Told her save that shit
I told her to stop pretending and acting like she likes me for me.
Baby you on that lame ass shit
I'm not interested in being with someone who is only interested in me because of my money.
I don't play that shit
I don't tolerate or accept people trying to use me for my money.
Writer(s): Keith Cozart, Iso Beats, Ohzone Beats
Contributed by Violet Y. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
xantana
[Intro]
I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket (Ayy)
I got thots all in my phone calling me, bitch stop it (Bang, bang, bang)
(ISO)
Fourteen hundred for this belt, this ain’t no damn Versace (Skrrt, skrrt)
(Oh wee, it's Oh!Zone on the beat)
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Foe nem just got them racks, got them sacks, them stacks
Them rolls, them hoes, them clothes
Glo Gang, know how we rocking like cut off stocking keep kush in our pockets
[Chorus]
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 on this dope, my hobby getting money
I count money like a pro, you know that I done done it
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch I’m stunting
Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness
I need my money machine to count this lil' shit for me
[Verse 1]
I be flexin' on niggas, just coolin'
I got my niggas, my money, my toolie
I got my cars, 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
And I’m Glo Gang, what is this?
That’s my shit, you lil' bitch
Let’s get rich you lil' bitch
Get off my dick you lil' bitch
And go get you a brick
Smoking TuTu that’s my oxygen
So much damn TuTu where my car keys man?
Counting rolls like a boxer man
Ya know that I’m the man (ya know it)
[Chorus]
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 on this dope, my hobby getting money
I count money like a pro, you know that I done done it
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch I’m stunting
Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness
I need my money machine to count this lil' shit for me
[Verse 2]
Money machine go beep beep
Hop in my car skr skr skr
Dudu dudu dudu beep beep
All these fuck boys wanna be me
His bitch let me fuck cause I got racks
So I hit it like bang bang, skeet skeet
Tatted up like fuck yeah
Money tatted on my mind, yeah
30 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
[Chorus]
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 on this dope, my hobby getting money
I count money like a pro, you know that I done done it
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch I’m stunting
Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness
I need my money machine to count this lil' shit for me
Schindler
only real ones still come back to this from time to time 😂😂🔥🔥
Jiv Albatin
Here in 2023 bro😂😂
LLionV2
Good memories🥶
SignedDracula
Legit 4-5 times a year 😂😂 every year
Bankroll Fresh
@SignedDracula a 1000 times a year ❤
Lil jay
Good memories still turnt up to this bitch on god
Quirino Fernandes
I swear chief keef's music is like the most addictive drug fr fr
Dj Ano
real shit
Screwed Up Stunna
💯💯💯💯💯💯💯
Bruce Wayne
you can't get it no where else