Key: G minor
Verse 1
Dm
Ebm
Ridin' 'round with like thirty racks
Dm
Ebm
This ain't dirty cash
in the whip (whip)
T- t- thirty cash, it's legit
Ebm
Got thirty racks on my wrist
Ebm
Want a verse from man?
Want a discount?
That's like thirty
Verse 2
Ebm
Yo, jump in the 4.5 and fill it up
Pull up, hop out and bill it up
Am
Ebm
Boy try test but the prick
weren't big enough
Am
Man won't dip him, I'll dig him up
Ebm
Man throw shade cah
he just ain't sick as us
Am
Man won't diss him, I'll big him up
Ebm
B
All the hate in the air is killin' us
Ebm
Am
Pissed cah they can't get rid of us
Ebm
Two twin- pipes at the rear of the whip
Dm
Hear it when I'm steerin' the bitch
Am
Four shots down,
Ebm
Am
gone 'til next year and in a bit
Ebm
Them man can't come near
Am
to the kid
Ebm
Oi, listen up , hear what it is
It's a myth, I ain't hearin' your shit
Am
Jump on a jet 'cause my head
Ebm
needs clearin' a bit
No work, I'm here for the trip
Somethin' smelly in the Virgil pouch
Fuck the fed, it's a personal ounce
Am
Too much loud,
Ebm
hear you tellin' me to turn it down
Am
Ebm
When your gal wan' turn it 'round
Am
Ebm
Oh, you're hurtin' now
'Cause your bridge with
your bitch is burning down
Am
Ebm
I come skrrrtin' 'round
With a big bag of L's,
Am
let me serve 'em out
Ebm
Ridin' 'round with like
Verse 3
thirty racks
Am
This ain't dirty cash in the whip
Ebm
Ridin' 'round with like thirty racks
Am
This ain't dirty cash, it's legit
Ebm
Paid the price, ain't no turnin' back
Am
I've got thirty racks on my wrist
Ebm
Am
Want a verse from man?
Ebm
Want a discount?
That's like thirty racks
'cause I'm lit (lit)
Verse 4
Ebm
Rip it to bits
Am
Listen, I'm sick of the shit
Ebm
Whip out the clip of the stick
Am
Ebm
If I fill it with lyrics,
Am
I'm splittin' your wig
Ebm
Wicked and big in the bitch
Trippin' if you think you're
spinnin' the kid
Am
Ebm
Got all of your missuses lickin' their lips
Just look at the flick of the wrist
Am
Ebm
Truth be told, I'm through with hoes
No more movin' loose
Am
when it's cooch involved
Ebm
Got no time to lose, bill a zute and roll
Step out the black coupe with a cutie doll
New you, but the news is old
I step through on froze, super cold
Am
Three, two, one,
Ebm
pick quick, move and go
Fuck big drip, bro, I'm super soaked
Stay lit but remain composed
Got my business right and
my mind in place
Am
Made all my moves and
Ebm
stayed in my zone
Now tell me,
Verse 5
who's got the shine like Aitch?
Am
Ebm
My cards got dealt and
I played 'em right
I was barrin' day 'til night
Am
Ebm
Puttin' in work with the cake in mind
B
Ebm
If I didn't have none,
Am
I'd be makin' time
Ebm
Ridin' 'round with like
Verse 6
thirty racks
Am
This ain't dirty cash in the whip
Ebm
Ridin' 'round with like thirty racks
Am
This ain't dirty cash, it's legit
Ebm
Paid the price, ain't no turnin' back
Am
I've got thirty racks on my wrist
Ebm
Am
Want a verse from man? Want a
Ebm
discount?
That's like thirty racks
Ebm
Am
'cause I'm lit (lit)
Outro 1
Boom
Am
Ebm
Am
Ebm
Am
Ebm
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ChordsDm Ebm Am B
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