Key: D# minor
Verse 1
Am
F
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Am
Em
Whoa, whoa- whoa- whoa
Verse 2
and they still there
Dm
F
'Member I was robbin',
I bought jewelry and I still wear it
fightin' two hundred years
and I don't know how to feel
you know it's war time
'Member papi had the Mackie
Shit was too, too real
nigga, you knew the deal
had to make the news reel
I'm cryin' purple tears
they hurt me still
Am
Em
Uh, that's why I'm on tour,
That's why I got the four by four
I remember when I was low,
Dm
F
Hop fences on the police,
from handcuffs to Rollies
I get the low on the bag,
I'm fuckin' up yens
Go get the birdie, birdie, nigga,
I need some hens
Thirty before thirty, I been settin' trends
Hop on the Forbes, I hop on the Forbes,
I hop on the Forbes
I been countin' millions
every time I board
Spend your whole budget
in the designer store
Walk inside my closet,
it's designer galore
Bad bitch give me ya- ya in
Dm
Am
an Aventador
Bad bitch give me neck
Flooded my wrist, it's wet, wet,
wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet
I'm 'bout to pack up the whole house,
put it inside the suitcase
Put my dick inside her mouth like
like a toupée, huh
Got twenty hoes,
they all my roommates, huh
Ten in the bed, ten in the pool bed, huh
I need some bread,
been trappin' for two days
If he rockin' with the opps, we
gotta wet the block
Got my Glock in the Dior,
but I got on Gucci socks
Drip too hard, you can't ride this wave
Put my baby mama and my mom in a Bentayga
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ChordsF Am Em Dm
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