Tom: E minor•
Intro 1
Em
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Am
D
Am
Em
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D
Verse 1
Em
All my bitches call me papi
F
G
Sloppy pockets, I'm poppin'
B
Em
All these dollars I been clockin'
F
It ain't no way to stop it
G
Em
My wrist so rocky,
F
Liberace watchin', 3 mil on watches
Em
So much ice, drippin' off me
F
B
You and your bitch could play hockey
G
B
Em
Am
I'm sippin' lean out a coconut cup,
Em
A
I'm in the tropics
Am
Em
I been countin' so much money,
Em
I'm Czechoslaka, they watchin'
Am
I got Rastas with choppers
B
Em
Got the machine gun with cartridges
F
They runnin' in, they ain't knockin'
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B
Steve Austin flossin', tell them
Am
B
it's a new boss in office
A
And if we ain't talking profit,
Am
it ain't no use in callin'
B
These niggas triple crossin',
Am
B
double cross, quadruple your losses
A
I heard them haters tried to block,
Am
I went bought two new Ferraris
B
Em
Double down with two pistols,
ain't missin' no target
A
B
Em
Right before the funeral,
Am
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F
let you pick out your coffin
B
Em
Had to triple cross the double cross,
Em
Sippin' lean like a coffee bean,
F
Am
ain't sleepin' on shawty
B
F
OK I doubled up the work,
I put them things in the office
Em
F
Then put them on the freeway,
Em
now I feel like I'm Rossy
B
F
Seen them peoples in my rear view,
hit the gas and I lost 'em
Em
F
Em
Middle finger out the sun roof, they just
mad 'cause I'm flossin' (Trap)
All these rubber bands,
F
fuck what I'm gon' do with a wallet?
G
B
Em
I'm in the booth countin' money,
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B
I'm so goddamn cocky
Em
My lil' bitch pop her pussy,
F
I just might pop me a molly
G
Em
That clean codeine got me geeked up,
F
G
spill lean all over Versace
Am
Em
I got killers with me,
Am
they don't do no talkin' or boxin'
A
Em
Am
I got that long bread, I'm talkin' footlong pizza,
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F
no toppings
Em
Throw them goons a little bread
We'll take your baby's adoption
A
Em
And we ain't worried about the feds
Am
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F
AR's in secret compartments
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B
Ain't been to sleep in the longest,
Am
B
I sip that drank like it's coffee
A
They say Gucci's a Martian,
We handle business like bosses and
Am
B
treat the streets like an office
A
I had a duplex with a million worth
Am
B
of bricks in the closet
Em
Am
Double down with two pistols,
Em
B
ain't missin' no target
Em
Right before the funeral,
Am
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F
let you pick out your coffin
B
Em
Had to triple cross the double cross,
Em
Sippin' lean like a coffee bean,
Am
B
F
OK I doubled up the work,
I put them things in the office
Em
F
Then put them on the freeway,
E
Em
now I feel like I'm Rossy
B
F
Seen them peoples in my rear view,
hit the gas and I lost 'em
Em
F
Em
Middle finger out the sunroof, they just mad
'cause I'm flossin' (Trap)
F
You ain't know I spent that dough
G
B
Em
And you might catch contacts
I got shooters on my side and if
G
Em
Then they ready for combat
F
G
Like Vietnam, wartime ain't no joke
B
Em
Niggas be playin' 'til the
bullets start sprayin'
E
Fdim
Can't hide these guns 'cause
G
Em
the clips too long
Hunting for him, catch him hiding
Turn his motherfucking house
Am
E
to a haunted home
E
Am
E
get you touched on your front lawn
F
Em
Shots so loud setting off car alarms
E
Run along, or be the next
A
E
niggas got done wrong
Em
E
Get you jacked, no mask, no gloves on
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B
Beat a nigga ass, then turn it to a club song
Vet in the game, got packs to prove
Young niggas call me Uncle Juice
A
I got more cash than Uncle Scrooge
Am
B
Y'all niggas made up like Dr. Seuss
All ice, no CZ
Am
B
I ball, y'all niggas in the minor leagues
A
Real shit, I got the shit on lock
B
'Bout to put this game in a DDT
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