Verse 1
Dm
Eb
Em
Am
Dm
Eb
F
Dm
Hittin'
F
corner after corner,
Dm
F
liv in' in California
Eb
Em
Smokin' myself into a coma
Am
Dm
When I'm rollin' with my folks,
tryin' to get the riches
Eb
First you get the money,
Em
Dm
then you fuck with the bitches
Hittin' corner after corner,
livin' in California
Eb
Em
Dm
Smokin' myself into a coma
When I'm rollin' with my humps,
tryin' to get the riches
Eb
First you get the money,
Dm
then you fuck with the bitches
Rollin' through the town,
gettin' twisted,
I'm gifted with mouthpiece
Eb
Em
Clown each one and get out of pocket
Am
with fatty Chico's
Dm
Just milty, filthy with gang,
Am
balls and brains
Eb
To a boss it ain't nothin',
Em
10 -A winners with wood grain
Dm
Affiliated with the thug niggas,
ballers and pimps
Eb
Potlin' spice, one mobbed out,
Em
Am
high off him
Dm
Walk with a limp, off bread,
water, lobster, shrimp
Eb
On the streets or in a pen,
Em
I won't be ridin' with simps
F
Dm
Hittin' corner after corner,
F
livin' in California
Eb
Em
Smokin' myself into a coma
Am
Dm
with my partner Selly Sale,
we smashin' Rose Savvy
Eb
Checkin' my two -way with Major
Em
Am
Bump up in the Navi,
Dm
Caddy Escalades
and Benz's with the bubble
lights on
Am
Eb
I'm watchin' the pornos with the TVs
Em
with the headrests showin'
Dm
Where I'm goin'?
Man, I ain't trippin', I'm just ridin'
Eb
Even though niggas be hat
Em
Am
in' because I'm shinin'
Dm
But I'd leave your top
in your lap like I be Em
Eb
Em
Am
Six feet, 215 with a black brim
Dm
Smobbin' through the turf
with the heat and the cut
Am
Eb
I'm old school like Nickel Sacks,
Em
Am
38s, and Chuck
Dm
Hittin' corner after corner,
F
living in California
Eb
Em
Smokin' myself into a coma
Am
Dm
When I'm rollin' with my folks,
tryna get the riches
Eb
First you get the money,
Em
Dm
then you fuck with the bitches
Hittin' corner after corner,
F
livin' in California
Eb
Em
Am
Smokin' myself into a coma
Dm
When I'm rollin' with my folks,
tryna get the riches
Eb
First you get the money,
Em
Am
then you fuck with the bitches
Dm
You see me mobbin'
through the traffic,
Am
knowin' I'm a G
Eb
These breezies lookin' at me
Em
Am
like they know what's up with me
Dm
These niggas lookin' like they
Am
wanna jump inside my car
Eb
They wanna roll because they
Em
F
thinkin' I'm a superstar
Dm
I'm just a nigga from the hood
Am
with some good gang
Eb
Boy, I made myself a name,
Em
Am
I was claimin' ghetto fame
Dm
They was like, there go that nigga
Am
Eb
with the hoes with the photo
Em
Am
Gettin' all the dough, rollin' solo
Dm
Yeah, that's me with the bu -bu
Am
Eb
-bump -bump in the trunk
Em
Slidin' to the bump, sittin' low,
Am
Dm
stumped in my seat
Am
Tryin' to see what breezy I can meet
Eb
Always headin' to my stable
Em
Am
for the late night creep
Dm
Deep with my homies,
Am
tryin' to see where it's set
Eb
You know we always end up
Em
Am
at the spot where it crack
Dm
Find out where I fit in,
see what I'ma put my dick in
Eb
Then I put my bid in
Dm
and tell that bitch to get in
Hittin' corner after corner,
F
livin' in California
Eb
Em
Smokin' myself into a coma
Am
Dm
When I'm rollin' with my fucks,
tryna get the riches
Eb
First you get the money,
F
Dm
then you fuck with the bitches
Hittin' corner after corner,
F
livin' in California
Eb
Em
Smokin' myself into a coma
Am
Dm
When I'm rollin' with my fucks,
tryna get the riches
Eb
First you get the money,
Em
Am
then you fuck with the bitches
F
Am
Hittin' corner after corner,
F
livin' in California
Em
Dm
Smokin' myself into a coma
F
When I'm rollin' with my folks,
tryna get the riches
C
First you get the money,
Em
Dm
then you fuck with the bitches
Hittin' corner after corner,
F
livin' in California
Eb
Em
Am
Smokin' myself into a coma
Dm
F
When I'm rollin' with my folks,
Dm
Am
tryna get the riches
Eb
First you get the money,
F
C
F
then you fuck with the bitches you
Rollin’ Wit’ My Folks
Celly Cel, Spice 1
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