Key: A minor
Verse 1
Ebm
We getting money over here, what
it do pimpin'
See ya boys looking but y'all
lame ain't tipping
Hold up, a, yeah it's some wrong wit it
If your money gon' nigga
be the fuck on wit it
Verse 2
Ebm
And don't worry 'bout what the fuck we smokin'
over here
Don't worry 'bout what the fuck
we drankin' over here
Don't worry 'bout who the fuck
was standing over here
Don't worry 'bout how the fuck
we dancing over here
Bb
I'm in a new SS and the tag still on it And the pussy
Verse 3
niggaz hating
'cause all the hoes on it
Gb
She ask me why I looked so mean
Bb
I said, "The Benz just boosted
up to my self- esteem"
Verse 4
Bb
Nigga I'm the shit and if I ain't
y'all let me think what I think
Matter of fact tell the waitress
let me drink when I drink
Nigga think I ain't, no need to brag
Gb
Bbm
Man these hoes love Jeezy, they
Bb
just like my swag
The way I do my thang
I'm just a young ghetto nigga
Gb
Bb
wit a big ass chain
Verse 5
Ebm
We getting money over here,
what it do pimpin'
See ya boys looking but y'all
[Incomprehensible]ain't tipping
Hold up, a, yeah it's some wrong wit it
If your money gon' nigga
be the fuck on wit it
Bb
And don't
Verse 6
worry 'bout what the
fuck we smokin' over here
Don't worry 'bout what the fuck
we drankin' over here
Don't worry 'bout who the fuck
was standing over here
Don't worry 'bout how the
fuck we dancing over here
Verse 7
Ebm
Now if you feeling like a pimp dog
gon' brush ya shoulders off
You trapping lil' daddy gon'
get them boulders off
And I'ma teach you how to stunt
As soon as my niggaz roll up these blunts
Verse 8
Ebm
She said, "She like my domineer" Between
me and you I think
she's digging my Beemer
Bb
Love the way a lil' nigga spit so slick
Plus she heard I gotta big dick that's it
Verse 9
Bb
Yeah, put it on me girl Matter of
fact tell ya friends
put it on me girl
Ebm
Gangsta shit we got dro in the air
Bottles of Crist', Grey
Bb
Goose everywhere
Ebm
We getting
Verse 10
Bb
Ebm
money over here,
what it do pimpin'
See ya boys looking but y'all
lame ain't tipping
Hold up, a, yeah it's some wrong wit it
If your money gon' nigga
be the fuck on wit it
Verse 11
Bb
And don't worry 'bout what the
fuck we smokin' over here
Don't worry 'bout what the fuck
we drankin' over here
Don't worry 'bout who the
fuck was standing over here
Don't worry 'bout how the
fuck we dancing over here
Verse 12
Ebm
I gotta a stable full of hoes and
a trap full of dealers
A house full of bloods and a
click full of killers
I'm heavy on the streets
with a rep long as old Nash
Bb
I hit a hater wit a heat from a cold gat
Verse 13
Bb
We posted up on a black
Gb
Bb
like a street light
Watching the money move
making sure I eat right
Bbm
Bb
Dollar for dollar and dime for dime
We out here hustle for hustle,
Bbm
Gb
nigga grind for grind
Bb
We got them
Verse 14
Ebm
nines in them halfs
Even them old things grinding
on them hash
Folding for doe mane and we all in the dope game,
buying and selling
You haters buying and telling,
Bb
Ebm
but what is my nig gaz yelling
Verse 15
We getting money over here,
what it do pimpin'
See ya boys looking but y'all
lame ain't tipping
Hold up, a, yeah it's some wrong wit it
If your money gon' nigga
be the fuck on wit it
Verse 16
Bb
And don't worry 'bout what the
fuck we smokin' over here
Don't worry 'bout what the fuck
we drankin' over here
Fm
Don't worry 'bout who the
fuck was standing over here
Don't worry 'bout how
the fuck we dancing over here
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