Tom: G minor•
Verse 1
Eb
D
Gm
Eb
Yeah, true story, so listen
D
I save my money First class I flew
Verse 2
Gm
I could've bought a jet
Red carpet with a model bitch
D
You on the red carpet with a prostitute
Gm
Red target on a fuck nigga head
D
Eb
I don't shoot if somebody'll do it
It's a dead target [?] dead man
throw him away and lose it
Gm
Up in a hot box, heard the cop behind me
F
Gotta get away, and we gotta lose him
Eb
Bass in the trunk, turn up my music
Gm
talking 'bout that toolie
Hold up, wait, slow it down
D
I just seen twelve, turn around
Eb
I roll the window down
It don't matter, we been burnin' it down,
Gm
(Woo woo) That's the sound we heard
I ain't pulling over,
D
F
took 'em on a high speed chase
Eb
I ain't pulling over, no I ain't pulling over,
My dad's 100, plus another fuckin'
hunnid, ain't no sense in pulling over
Eb
Had to swallow my pack,
D
I ain't put it in my crack when I seen 'em in my rear view
Gotta always adapt, it don't matter where you at,
Gm
Eb
gotta make them niggas feel you
'Cause I got bread by
the motherfuckin' loaf
the motherfuckin' low
Gm
Shorty she was scared so
I kept it on the low
I had to get some head from my
Verse 3
Eb
And she didn't tell nobody,
D
I stuck it in her motherfuckin' throat
Gm
That pussy smell like water,
Eb
F
mm, mm, good
Verse 4
F
Eb
I got money just like Pablo
D
I told my cousin, Gustavo
Gm
D
Put a million dollar cash money in
D
Eb
Colombian cheese, no Mexican,
D
I ain't talking 'bout nachos
Verse 5
D
I feel like Pablo 'cause I do this shit
I'm a walking lick,
D
Gm
I know these niggas plottin' on me
Eb
these El Chapo's on me
Gm
D
F
Verse 6
D
Shooting at all of these niggas
Gm
D
No homo, put him in the birthday suit
Take the drawers off that nigga
he the type of nigga talk to twelve
D
Yeah, and call on me nigga
Gm
He ain't even blood to me, he lame to me
Eb
On the low low, you feel me?
Fuck her on the floor be
He don't know even when she trippin'
Eb
Pablo money, sixty million
They don't like she fuck with a nigga like me,
Verse 7
D
Who the fuck put the red dot on me?
Now they all on my tail,
I ain't pulling over, nigga I ain't pulling over,
D
nigga I ain't pulling over
Gm
I ain't pulling over, nigga I ain't pulling over,
Eb
nigga I ain't pulling over
My dad's 100, plus another fuckin'
D
hunnid, ain't no sense in pulling over
Gm
Gotta always ad apt, it don't matter where you at,
Eb
F
gotta make them niggas feel you
Verse 8
F
Eb
I got money just like Pablo
D
I told my cousin, Gustavo
Gm
D
Put a million dollar cash money in
Gm
Eb
my momma coucho
Colombian cheese, no Mexican,
D
I ain't talking 'bout nachos
Gm
I feel like Pablo 'cause I do
D
Eb
this shit for my muchachos
I'm a walking lick,
D
Gm
I know these niggas plottin' on me
No disrespect but I got
Eb
these El Chapo's on me
D
Gm
I hope you ready for war
D
F
I hope you ready for war
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Eb
D
Gm
D
Eb
D
Gm
F
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