Drop ya glasses chords by Iman
Verse 1
Am
Somewhere between
A
being him and being humble
Am
I made a bundle, Jesse White tumble
Dm
I keep the carry tight,
Am
it varies how they try to compare me
C
It's kinda scary how my life
could be turned to a series
Dm
Bb
A
You see, I made a mansion
out a house on the prairie
Now we own a plantation
Dm
It's crazy all this shit that I bury
Am
Still got my hands in the pot
that made the white man rich
A
Am
Right hand on a stack of books
and a pinesaw kill
With a lighter and some Lysol spray
Feed them my dawg,
A
Am
bitch niggas get they dot one day
Dm
That's they bylaws,
Am
a little under a million
Cash stashed in a drywall
Gotta air seal it, don't let bygones
be bygones
When it come to top five,
I feel like Dylon, Dylon, Dylon, Dylon
In love with the sound
A
Am
of puttin' leather in the nylon
Dm
Am
And oversized lips, givin' kisses to my dick
Bb
36 in the waist with a 40 on a clip
A laser and a light,
Dm
John Wickham if he diss me
Am
Sayin' they could ever
test the guard, nigga
Miss me with that shit, shit
Drop your glasses, ass in abundance
A
Am
Dm
Just give her lil' money for the summer
C
Am
She just want a winner for a n***a
A check for her social
You know you gotta prove it
Dm
C
to her sinner, lil' mama
Bb
Drop your glasses, ass in abundance
Dm
Just give her lil' money for the summer
C
Am
She just want a winner for a n***a
A check for her social
You know you gotta prove it
C
to her sinner, lil' mama
Am
Good and evil, right or wrong,
I can't never call it
They say the murderers are fathers
with the pretty daughters
I heard champions and men,
that's how they word, ain't it?
Dm
C
So how pussy turn a nigga to a alcoholic?
Bb
I keep hands on ass
that came from they mama
Dm
And the squats from they function
C
in them pumps
Am
While they dump it in the crowd,
type of tension that she want
C
Roll a blunt up on some brows,
she been feelin' like she want
Am
Study in a chakra, layin' in the sun
A
Am
Heavy on the water out the way
but never run
She don't like her legs to shake
but can't control it when she come
All from comin' over sober
but she nasty when she drunk
A
I'm a magic,
Am
you just gotta get me passionate
Sweatin' through the satin sheets,
Dm
we gon' flip a mattress though
C
Am
Put sex in the atmosphere
Call her Dr. Papi's man
I'm hoping I rap it clear
Bb
Am
Tell me how you want it lil' mama
Drop your glasses
Ass in abundance
Dm
Just give her lil' money for the summer
C
Am
She just want a winner for a nigga
A check for her social
Know you gotta prove it
C
to her sinner lil' mama
Bb
Drop your glasses
Ass in abundance
Just give her lil' money for the summer
C
Am
She just want a winner for a nigga
Check for her social
C
Know you gotta prove it
Am
to her sinner lil' mama
Dm
Bb
Thanks forwatching guys!
Drop ya glasses
Iman
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