Tom: E minor
Verse 1
G
When we first started this journey,
F#
few people believed in
But now you can catch us in the clubs.
G
F#
They tryna give us all the drugs.
Bm
We on the road living out of hotels.
Let's go!
I was just a youngin'
in my daddy's old school.
F#
Quit the teller, bitch,
get a clue like blue.
F#m
Said quit the teller, bitch,
Seventeen, black bandana, what it do?
Yeah
Nah I should be a vegetarian,
F#
cause I don't need meat
Like y niggas is sweet,
Bm
they say you from the streets
Even my little sister say you lying
through your teeth
Bitch, I'm blowin' up
G
I'm blowin' up you thought I would
F#
Shoulda, coulda, woulda, nigga,
fuck your cut
F#m
Cause I did it I did it
I'm livin' it
My children
My children
Gon' be rich, bitch
G
Bitches try to change me,
Bm
I've been made my mind up
F#
I would never lose sleep over vaginas
Please I've been dreamin'
all kind of ways
Gettin' all kind of fags, damn
G
F#
Yeah, now I'm blowin' up,
bitches callin' me
Bm
like you did it without me, oh
F#
Bm
Now I'm blowin' up, exes callin' me
G
like you did it without me, oh
F#
Now I'm blowin' up, niggas callin' me
like you did it without me, oh
Bm
F#
Bm
But you niggas used to doubt me, oh
G
So keep the bullshit to yourself
F#
Bm
F#m
Bm
Keep your two cents to yourself
G
So keep the bullshit to yourself
F#
F#m
An d keep your two cents to yourself
F#
Bm
So keep the bullshit to yourself
Ayy, I was seventeen when
I left my first bitch
Told her about my dream,
but it didn't make sense
Cause a n***a wasn't seen
and a n***a wasn't rich
Play me as a joke,
don't be laughing at my shit
Even though I'm broke,
G
I know one day you'll be sick
Bm
With the rest of them lame n****s,
and you hanging by the fence
You still got a fat ass,
but I don't even wanna hear
She even fucked my homie,
F#
I got a couple new bitches
like you knew I would
Bm
And they with me, and I hit em
And they lick me, till I'm finished
G
These bitches try to change me,
I been made my mind up
Bm
F#
And I can never lose sleep over vagina
Bm
And I been dreamin' bout gettin' money
all kind of ways
G
Gettin' all kind of fakes
F#
Now I'm blowin' up, bitches callin' me
Bm
like you did it without me, yo
F#m
Now I'm blowin' up,
exes callin' me
Bm
G
like you did it without me, yo
niggas callin' me
like you did it without me, yo
F#m
Bm
But you niggas used to doubt me, yo
G
So keep the bullshit to yourself
F#
F#m
And keep your two cents
G
Keep the bullshit to yourself
C#dim
F#
F#m
An d keep your two
cents to yourself
Bm
G
Keep the bullshit to yourself
F#
Now I'm blowin' up, bitches callin' me
Bm
like you did it without me
And I pick up the phone
and I laugh
G
and I say I did it proudly
F#
And niggas they be all up on my dick,
Bm
but they didn't know about me
Bitch shot my hip -hop
since 1987 niggas
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