Tom: D minor•
Verse 1
Dm
Bb
A
Dm
Bb
A
Yess
What it look like Alc
Dm
Bb
Tryin' to show the niggas man
A
Gm
It's that Street Fam man, we rep that
Loso
Street fi- di- di- di- dam yes
Dm
Gm
I'm with 101 niggas,
Am
A
Dm
we dalmatian doggy deep (yess)
And fly with the tongue
Gm
A
So if you feeling froggy
Gm
Kermit, you better think
Dm
Bb
A
Don't get murdered over your song,
before you ad- lib it
Dm
Gm
I pop up like Xzibit, but given
Dm
Gm
Not to put no fucking fish
tanks in your Civic
Dm
Gm
Fuck getting your ride
A
pimped, you'll get hog- tied wimp
Dm
Bb
A
Have you in the trunk curled
Gm
It's been a good year,
Am
Dm
maybe I should ride blimp
Gm
Cause your boy just stay
Dm
Gm
They trying to tag him,
A
Dm
Bb
A
But your shots can't reach me,
Dm
I'm way above your aim
Gm
Am
Go 'head nigga, say another name
Bb
Dm
Take this family for a joke,
Gm
A
play them Wayan brother games
Dm
Bb
And I'ma Git You Sucka, I be
A
schemin' with this Keenan
Gm
Aimin with this Damon,
A
I'm putting that Major Payne in
Dm
Gm
My Little Man is on ya,
Am
A
Marlon and Shawn ya
Dm
Gm
Lay the beef on his noodle,
Am
Dm
make some Luger lasagna
Gm
Forty Cal fettuccine, trey
Am
A
pound pasta
Dm
Bb
A
You reach for this medallion,
Dm
A
Dm
you must like Italian nigga
Gm
You only see me pushing if the
Am
A
Dm
driver's tired
Gm
I work the S6 ever since
Am
A
Dm
the 5 retired
A
they say it's Ocean Drive inspired
Gm
So you can call a cab once
Am
Dm
your bitch fall for Fab
Verse 2
Gm
Dm
Gm
Uhh, I get money like a muh fucker
Bb
Dm
Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see
Gm
Dm
I got everything, you got nothing
Gm
Bb
A
Bb
But you ain't got
Dm
Gm
nothing on me
Oww I'm gettin' money like
Gm
Yeeaah, money you ain't
Dm
Gm
never see
Yeeaah, I got everything,
Dm
Bb
you got nothing
A
Dm
But you ain't got nothing on me
Verse 3
Dm
Gm
With that pistol on my side boy,
Dm
Gm
Or, I let that semi twirl you
Bb
Now you can follow the drip
Dm
Bb
A
Dm
Cause one shot outta the clip'll jerry
A
Dm
curl ya
Gm
Leave you sloppy like seconds
Gm
Dm
Or get opened up like presents, please
Gm
My young boys wildin' for respect
Bb
Dm
Bb
A
Slit your throat have you smiling with your neck,
Gm
My dough's a bit longer,
Am
A
my flow is just slaughter
Dm
Gm
My wrist look like frozen
Dm
Gm
So tell me boys, tell me boys,
Bb
who you think you messin' with
Dm
A
Dm
that's some expensive shit
Y'all all herbs
Dm
Gm
I stick toothpicks in y'all
Am
Dm
Bb
hors d' oeuvres
A
Gm
I'm a shark y'all just koi fish
Gm
Dm
Chump, I got my eye on your wifey now
Gm
I have her lick me up and
Gm
She told me you's a nag,
Dm
A
Dm
I'm a stud
Gm
She told me you be beastin', you
Am
A
Dm
be checkin' for the burns
Gm
Bb
So I gave her knee pads for the rug
Dm
Gm
It's skull gang from the
Am
chain to the lifestyle
A
Dm
Bb
A
You surfboard dudes get wiped out,
Dm
totally
Gm
Uhh,
Verse 4
Dm
Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see
Gm
Am
Dm
Bb
I got everything, you got nothing
A
Am
But you ain't got nothing
Dm
Gm
on me
Dm
Oww I'm gettin' money like a
Yeeaah, money you ain't
Gm
Am
Yeeaah, I got everything,
Gm
Dm
Bb
you got nothing
Am
Dm
But you ain't got nothing on me
Verse 5
3, forget you
Dm
Gm
Like the number after 1, I'mma get me 2
Gm
now you gotta have a baby
Bb
Am
My money don't folds nor bends,
Dm
Mercedes
Dm
Gm
And I got a 44. and a 'K, like 8 stacks
Am
Dm
Fuck your city and your town,
Dm
Bb
Am
Take that, no better yet like Diddy,
A
Dm
take that
Gm
Wait rats, I hate rats,
Am
Dm
I clean 'em out like Ajax
Gm
Got paper like a fax machine,
Am
Dm
asaneen
Gm
Damn I mean asinine, I'm dapper don
Am
Dm
And after mine there will be nine,
Bb
Am
damn I mean there will be none
Dm
Am
Dm
Gm
I will be one, of the greatest things you've ever felt,
you've ever seen
Am
Dm
Gm
Or heard, Car- ter, hov- er,
Gm
Am
Not I, call me Young Popeye
Dm
Bb
Tell Bluto I'm a nuno,
Am
Dm
I bring RAL to your fu neral
Gm
Damn I mean fun- er- ill, fun- er- ol
Dm
You say tomato, I say tomahto
Gm
You say get 'em, I say got 'em,
yeah I got 'em
Dm
Gm
Man you better keep payin' me
Cause you don't want my problems
Dm
Bb
Am
I be wildin' like Capital One
A
Dm
What is in your wallet
Gm
You fly, but what is it to pilot
Dm
Gm
Weezy I'm at the top,
foot up in your bottom
Dm
Gm
Am
Bb
Huh, damn I mean, foot up in your ass
Dm
Bb
I kick that shit
Am
Dm
Now go'n put it in the trash
Am
Uhh,
Verse 6
I get money like a muhfucker
Gm
Dm
Shades darker than
Bb
Gm
Dm
a bitch, but I can see
I got everything, you got nothing
But you ain't got nothing on me
Oww I'm gettin' money like
a muhfucka
Yeeaah, money you ain't
never see
Yeeaah, I got everything, you got nothing
But you ain't got nothing on me
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