Key: E minor
Verse 1
C
Em
stop playin' with these niggas
C
Em
Okay, I pull up on my
lonely drop a whole thing
And phone call this
Ferragamo and some
Balmain
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C
Most of you niggas just be
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G
talk in' y don't listen
A's, been a couple racks up in
Neiman's
Niggas flexin' on the gram,
just be misleadin'
God, nigga, I just wanna win
Young, rich with the bitch in the
Benz
that's my men's
And shout -out, boy,
A
C#dim
I'm goin' hard for all
my niggas in the can
I know it's hard to tell time,
Cam
Drake's and we gon' take another trip
Hop up in the rental and stake this,
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I'm getting money with niggas that want me even I've
C
C#dim
seen too many niggas turn snake and star thief
yank it off the rip
Ice cube dance on my neck,
Don't play me like a game, I am not a kid I really got tired of these phones,
I'll show you what it is
thuggin' since the sandbox
Me and my niggas runnin'
flames like it's
Sandlot
C
XD
Bound to hit a nigga in his chest piece,
chest piece
Em
I pull up on my lonely, drop a whole thing
If I don't pop this paragon,
I'ma win some
C
Balmain
Get it off the curb,
get it how we livin' shit
Most of you niggas just be
talkin' y don't live in shit
A, spend a couple racks up in
Neiman's
Niggas flexin' on the gram,
just be misleadin'
God, nigga, I just wanna win
Young, rich with a bitch in the
Benz
on my feet
Bounce out with the mask,
no trick or treatin'
A
C#dim
could get a nigga gone for the free
but I got a couple key ways to free play
We just pull the skid on the freeway
C
A
EA, bitch, we in the game like
On two threes with
Philly's
C
A
How you rappin' and you told
the cops what happened?
On two, three for
CJ, we made it happen
A
C
but I ain't never did no cappin'
How you rappin' and you told the
cops what happened out here?
A, drop a whole thang
Your phone probably spare,
A
C
Get it off the curb,
get it how we livin', shit
Most of you niggas just be talkin',
don't live in shit
A, spend a couple racks up in
Neiman's
Niggas flexin' on the
Swear to
God, nigga, I just wanna win
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C
Young rich with a bitch in a
Benz
I just wanna win I just wanna pull up in a
Act, not a
Call hell, railhead, get him gone
A
C
Em
All I ever wanna do is win
Baby, you a lover than a ten
Fuckin' free, bein' crazy,
Smoke a whole zip, I'll be home alone
Ham and cheese, he be geekin',
hit him in his dome
C
A
C
A
Shot a boy, sir, he'll get him gone I get it off the curb,
what I'm doin' wrong?
tryna own a home
Gold chains on my neck,
lookin' like a throne
Reach for him,
ain't drop a whole thing
And four pounds of spare,
Get it off the curb,
get it how we livin' shit
Most of you niggas just be talkin'
A, spend a couple racks up in
Neiman's
Niggas flexin' on the
Gram, just be misleadin'
God, nigga, I just wanna win
Young, rich with a bitch in a
Benz
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