Key: C minor•
Intro 1
Ab
Cm
Ab
Cm
Verse 1
I'm the coldest, just give me half the time
I be running with it like I stole it
G
Ab
You would no tice if you paid attention
properly and play the lottery
I work with better odds,
my favorite game is Monopoly
You copy me,
get it? Understand I'm a prodigy
Ain't no stopping me and my movement,
man, this is prophecy
This probably the reason why the try
Ever far along in the sequel,
but no apology
Ab
You ever hear inaudibly come from my lips
Like Beyonce adding aberrations,
ain't gonna say shit
G
Ab
Won't be no prerecording it either,
I just give them the ether
Freddie up on the feature,
the chicks singing the song
Y'all made me a believer,
Ab
Bb
Cm
Like a young mob boss, go get ter,
going out like this was V for Vendetta
Eb
Ab
Trend set ter, I'm the coldest
Verse 2
with the line,
I'll take a glimpse at the time
What's the plan? Believe
Money orientated, anything for the paper
Money orientated,
Gm
Ab
anything for the paper
Verse 3
Drive away from the pigs,
the same thing really
And if you' then we got them
fangs in it
454 in my motor,
work with some change in it
Jumped off of that label
and started my own shit
Don't need no nigga to hold my dick, bitch,
I'm all on my own flip
Say my attitude like Nicky
I'll probably die buried alive,
Freddy Tarantino
Keep your shoe box and
Rocking dope, I'm racked up
tryina make 100 stacks plus
Looks like every nigga is born as actor,
get wrapped up
All I wanna do is smoke a
And go fuck with my old bitch and
my new hoe got demoted
Em
Ab
But once I'm with this dick, I don't know, she
Got my dough hoe and my blow
right off the coast of California
Verse 4
with the line,
flew in, bout to fall from the sky
Just some thoughts for the mind
I'll take a glimpse at the time
What's the plan? Believe
Money orientated, anything for the paper
Money orientated,
Verse 5
legacy on my conscience
Long as I did it my way, then fuck a pro,
I ain't bothered
Don't bother popping
off with the lips
Like dropping the flame in a Molotov mix
Now with your best in,
'fuck a flame thrower
Harder than the south, bitch,
we can't change, came over
Painted over your little tags
I've been a quick learner, to win,
Gm
Ab
I went further
'how to drive like '
Put my foot to the floor so hard
that I broke the pedal
Killing everything you think that
I made a pact with the devil
Ain't no high strings that you can
pull on so fuck Geppetto
I'm my own puppet master,
pour a glass of vodka, sitting in mi casa
You ain't in my clasa, you bastards
are further just stall my ability
Got you sweating me but
I never feel the humidity
My AC is on, nothing in this world
that can take me on
So pump your breaks, be gone,
I'm looking way beyond
What's within my reach,
I'm tryina grow my wings, span till I got down some beat
From Oakland City,
the new Deli to Gary, Indiana
The world gonna be my oyster
and don't come on a platter
If they don't wanna bet
it, they know I do
Then I'mma keep taking it as
long as I'm alive
So try stopping me, man
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsAb Cm G Bb Eb...
Ab
Cm
G
Bb
Eb
Gm
Em
C
Capo: 3
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