Key: Bb major
Verse 1
C
G
C
Look, I can see them niggas stuntin' to this right now,
not now, but right now
Yea, yea, ch- ch- yea
G
C
Look, lo- lo look
Look, lo- lo look
Look, look
Verse 2
fuck them tricks
Pop the glove on the other side,
truckin' run sick
I'm heard of on the southern side,
I'm plucked and equipped
G
C
I been one of them boys
since way back when
This is way before a nigga
you niggas lay back then
Like you sittin' in a Maybach Benz
Yea I made crack grins but ain't
a damn thing funny
I keep a pocket fulla do
of champagne dunny
So keep it bouncin' till you pull
a hamstring honey
These pimps just better have
a gothic for me
I got them hoes starin' like
they got a problem with me
G
C
I got them boys slingin' rocks
in the lobby for me
I'm rich bitch, ballin' just a hobby for me
Verse 3
and my wrist all froze
G
So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes,
Got a pocket fulla that,
G
C
do the damn thang money, heeyy
Verse 4
my livin' room
We can't hide the money here,
G
C
we need a bigger room
Let me show you what I stand fo
I ain't Fat Joe but I
G
C
can make em lean back
Save your ammo don't waste it
Got him dodgin' bullets like
G
C
he in the matrix
Jeans strapped and ya better dip
Call me Boston george,
G
C
got a lotta hoes
They place orders, so I bake cakes
I'm a bodybuilder, pump
G
C
a lotta weight
You see the diamonds in
my damn chain
Verse 5
and my wrist all froze
G
So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes,
ain't shit funny
Got a pocket fulla that,
G
C
do the damn thang money, heeyy
Verse 6
with them boys
I'm waitin' just to send
them to Satan for that shit
G
C
They see a nigga stones look sick
And I gotta stack of singles in my
hand that's phone booth thick
G
C
'Cause I'm so hood rich
That I'm no good bitch
And even if she gotta pimp
then a hoe should switch
G
C
And get ridda that shit spitta,
get wit her, shit gitter
Sit wit her, hit spitter,
I tell her you don went left now you need to
G
C
go right like a switch hitta
I know them tricks bitter
When I'm in the six with her
So I'm in a mix with her
But a nigga try then he gon
Verse 7
and my wrist all froze
G
So fuck what you heard we don't love them hoes,
ain't shit funny
Got a pocket fulla that,
G
C
do the damn thang money, heeyy
Do the damn thang,
Outro 1
C
G
C
G
C
G
C
C
How did you like the song?
TunerE A D G B E
ChordsC G Eb
Popular chords globally
Most played chords & tabs across all users
Recently added
Recently added chords & tabs
