Intro 1
Dm
Em
Dm
Pull up, hop out, shut
Verse 1
Em
Dm
up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up
Em
Dm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Am
Dm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up
Am
Em
Dm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Am
Dm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Am
Dm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up
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Verse 2
E
Park the the whip, park it
Dm
F
Dm
Start the whip, start it
Pop the shit, pop it
F
Fuck on your bitch
Dm
She lovin' the clique,
E
Am
F
Dm
I play with the clit (Play with it)
She pick up the bag, I make her go to work,
and pay her in dick
Am
Dm
My cars are tint (Tinted)
Put the stars in vics
No flaws, cars fit in my garage,
about to ménage a bitch
Am
Em
I got her number, got head from her, then
Dm
Am
Dm
I'm never gon' call the bitch
Double R ghost with the stars in the ceiling,
foot out the window with the wrist, fuck 'em up
No need to talk, they know what it is
F
Don't fuck with the kid
Dm
I pull up and shoot at your
Em
wig and your kids
Dm
You fuck with the pigs
Em
Dm
Niggas know who, niggas know you
F
You told them who,
Dm
bringing the crew
Em
Boom Boom
Dm
Kick down your door bo- boom
Verse 3
Em
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Dm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
A
Dm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up
Am
Dm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Am
Dm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Am
Dm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up
Verse 4
Dm
Park the Bentley on the curb
E
Dm
F
Diamonds came out the earth
Dm
Her pussy water when I'm kickin'
F
Her pussy water wanna surf
Dm
Auntie got a pack of percs
F
Put a nigga on a shirt
Dm
He pulled up, and he hopped out
F
But I had to shoot the nigga first
Dm
Took a bitch from the bottom
Name a pack, I done bought 'em
I met the plug at Ramada
Put the packs in the columns
Mac and cheese no collards
Big mac, no whopper
Macintosh no Apple
Mac 11 for the hackers
Verse 5
Dm
Hop out the robotic, this how I
go 'bout it
Migos pulled up with Dracos I don't
F
low ride 'em
Dm
Am
Yeah he ya man but the stick 'bout
Dm
to hole wide 'em
E
Dm
Stick to the code, who got shot,
I don't know 'bout it
E
Dm
Who, huh we sellin' bombs,
F
Dm
Saddam
Am
E
Em
I smell more mil lions to come
Dm
We spend a hun dred for fun
Verse 6
E
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Dm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up
E
Dm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
A
Dm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up
A
Dm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Dm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Dm
Pull up, hop out, shut up
Talkin' cheap, boy get yo bread up
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