Tom: C# minor•
Verse 1
A
G#
C#m
Yeah, fuck BET (yeah), fuck BET
A
(yeah), fuck BET (yeah, yeah)
G#
C#m
Yeah, fuck BET (they know that), yeah
(they know that)
Yeah, ayy (D- D- Daytrip took it to ten,
A
hey)
Yeah
Verse 2
G#
C#m
Lick it all up (mhm, mm)
A
Slurp it (mhm, ah), make it sloppy (okay,
okay, okay, okay)
G#
Look at how I top shit, bitch
C#m
A
C#m
I just put like three up in the top ten
G#
I just need these CCs on my body
C#m
F#m
C#m
Everything I do, bitch, right or wrong,
gon' make a profit
G#
I don't even got to sing about it ('bout it)
C#m
F#m
I wake up with the money that
C#m
you niggas dream about, uh
Verse 3
all on my left, uh,
G#
cheese all on my side, yeah
C#m
They don't want it like that,
A
they want me to die, yeah
Cheese all on my left, uh,
G#
C#m
cheese all on my side, yeah (ayy)
They don't want it like that,
Verse 4
A
G#
Don't try me, you bet ter save
C#m
that shit for somebody else
A
G#
Don't try me 'cause, bitch,
C#m
I can't be late to the party, yeah
Verse 5
Yeah, you know we got a
A
C#m
Hundred (grr) inside this bitch,
C#m
A hundred bitches with a hundred thousand on my wrist,
A
yeah
G#
Baddie in my bed and she plan
C#m
on drivin' me (what?)
Demons in my head,
A
I can't stop them all from rottin' me
She want me to buy her some CC
G#
She wanna eat and I hope that she don't bite,
nah
and she worshipin' right now
With her friend I'm flirtin',
These people they know not to try me
G#
I get in that mode and
collect me a body
C#m
I'm up in New York like I'm Gotti
I'm ridin' lil' shorty like
Verse 6
A
Cheese all on my left, uh,
G#
cheese all on my side, yeah
C#m
A
They don't want it like that,
C#m
A
they want me to die, yeah
Cheese all on my left, uh,
G#
C#m
cheese all on my side, yeah (ayy)
They don't want it like that,
Verse 7
G#
C#m
you better save that shit for somebody else
A
G#
Don't try me 'cause, bitch,
C#m
A
C#m
I can't be late to the party, yeah
Yeah, you know we got a
Verse 8
C#m
Window double tinted (yeah, yeah)
A
Face sittin' pretty, you bitches wouldn't get it,
uh (yeah)
G#
I'm at Met Gala in Versace and it's fitted,
C#m
uh
Farted on these niggas (pfft), oops,
Verse 9
He want X, I'm likin' his sister
Want her to perform,
G#
so I gotta book her (let's go, let's go)
C#m
She say, "Chanel bag," plus I'm
gon' flood her ears with boogers
A
They know not to try me, they
know for a fact that I got it
G#
On my hip and blue hundreds
inside of my pocket
C#m
Mercedes- Benz with the
Brabus kit body
I shift it, I hit it, take off like a
C#m
Long as she don't tell nobody,
I'm gon' caress her whole body, uh
Know I'm ready as soon as she cum, uh
I lick it as soon as I'm done
Don't wan' be late for
G#
C#m
the party (mmm, ahh)
You know I turn up,
A
they can't never turn me down
Verse 10
A
G#
Don't try me, you bet ter save
C#m
that shit for somebody else
A
G#
Don't try me 'cause, bitch,
C#m
I can't be late to the party, yeah
Verse 11
G#
C#m
Yeah, fuck BET (yeah), fuck BET
A
(yeah), fuck BET (yeah, yeah)
G#
C#m
Yeah, fuck BET (they know that),
A
yeah, yeah (they know that), ayy, yeah
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