Key: Bb minor
Verse 1
A
It's 3am West Coast time nigga
Am
A
We at Fat Burger
Hood nigga rich shit gourmet burgers,
nigga
Am
A
Know what I'm talking about? Ay
Am
A
She pussy popping pocket watching
G#
They call her a thot
A
Bad credit cash it out
Fresh up off the lot
Am
A
Am
No back and forth yipping yapping
A
G#
A
Niggas getting shot
10 million, 20 acres
G#
That's the new spot
A
Flooded out my crib and
G#
A
Told my jeweller you the illest
Reneg on my contract
G#
Am
Told my label I don't feel it
G#
A
Fell out with my partner
G#
He mixed friendship with our business
A
Broke up with my bitch
G#
'Cuz she was too much in her feelings
A
I may fuck her friend
G#
A
G#
Fuck it I may fuck her friend
A
G#
Between me and you
A
Am
I always wanted to fuck her friend
A
If I kill a hater
G#
Lord you gotta forgive my sins
A
G#
That's one fuck nigga you ain't
gotta worry about again
A
I'm forever thuggin' I ain't
never changed
G#
A
G#
A
In plain colors but forever banging
G#
A
Blowing money but I'm maintaining
Blowing money but I'm maintaining
G#
I got a gambling problem but
A
money can't really solve it
Trying to help all the real niggas
Hate to see a nigga starving
G#
Hate to see nigga robbing they
A
own people shit, disloyal
Bitch trying to give me the
G#
pussy for a Birkin bag
A
I can't afford you
G#
I grew listening to 2pac and that Biggie
A
G#
Jay- z and that Nas
A
No gimmick rappers niggas
G#
these rappers had bars
Back when record labels turned real
A
niggas into stars, and
G#
Sending niggas to Mars, and
A
G#
A
Nowadays the game done got hard
G#
A
Am
G#
You get shot that make you hot
But where I'm from that
A
make you start
Before I be a pussy I'd rather
G#
rapper had the balls
Am
A
G#
I throw me some guns
A
Get myself a charge
Am
Never see me do that
A
Am
A
G#
I came too far to look back
Am
A
I did too much to get here
G#
20 mil in one year
Am
A
100 grand in one night
Am
50k in one flight
A
I've been trapping my whole life
Ain't no secret I be thuggin'
Am
A
Ain't no secret I be hustlin'
Picking loyalty over money
G#
A
Money orders to my homies
G#
Groupie bitches be all on me
A
Leave your phones at the door
G#
You won't put me on no blog
A
G#
Once I fuck you gotta go
A
G#
3am ain't nothing open but IHOP
And a bitch legs, and my trap spot
A
I said 3am I'm trapping
G#
at the IHOP
And I'm connected to
the plug like a hotspot
G#
I'm a grower we don't do droughts
A
Birds in the sky we call them iClouds
G#
A
G#
You know the birds fly down south
A
G#
I took a bitch to eat at Mr. Chow's
I met the plug at Benihanah
A
On hibachi grills eating
rice and talking numbers
G#
A
I don't do no middle men
G#
And I don't trust no runners
I'ma pay on time and I won't
A
G#
never take you under
I'm an OG dope boy
I ain't nothing like these youngins
I don't take the dope I'm selling
G#m
A
I won't ever do no telling
G#m
Overnight my pack, yeah,
G#
A
we call that FedEx
I ship in the 18 wheeler and I ain't talking UPS
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