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Verse 1
(F major) Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, (A minor) whoa (F major)
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, (A minor) (E minor) whoa- whoa- whoa
Verse 2
(F major) From out the streets, became a millionaire
I know niggas star (A minor) ted in the trap,
and they still there
'Member I (D minor) was (F major) robbin',
I bought jewelry and I still wear it
Came a long (A minor) way with all my niggas,
and they still (E minor) here
My big (F major) bro behind bars,
fightin' two hundred years
I got that (A minor) call, I lost my dawg,
and I don't know how to feel
Gotta stay on sav (F major) age time,
you know it's war time
I remember I (A minor) ain't used to leave
the house without my (E minor) .45
I ain't got no (F major) time
'Member papi had the Mackie
at (A minor) the stop sign
Shit was too, too real
(F major) I got my Glock, and laid 'em down,
nigga, you knew the deal
That's why (A minor) I moved to the Hills,
and I'm (E minor) new to it
'Cause I ain't sure (F major) when my dawg
had to make the news reel
Got (A minor) Promethazine in my eyes,
I'm cryin' purple tears
The streets (F major) left me cold- hearted,
they hurt me still
Uh, (A minor) that's why I'm on tour, (E minor)
that's why my house a re (F major) sort
That's why I got the four by four
I remember when I was low,
(A minor) tryna trap in front of the store
Hop (D minor) fences on the po (F major) lice,
from handcuffs to Rollies
These hoes didn't (A minor) know a nigga,
now she claim she (E minor) know me
I been countin' up the bag, (A minor) yeah, yeah
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
an (D minor) (A minor) 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
it's Crest (F major) toothpaste
(A minor) Yeah, she gave me head,
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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