Key: F# minor
Intro 1
Em
B
Em
Verse 1
Em
I ain't really worried about them robbing me,
B
Em
I invented robberies
Karma's a bitch, won't talk to police,
that's against our policy
I did it but I blame the pharmacy,
I throw them hoes back till I fall asleep
Airport baby on airplane mode,
B
Em
got the motors they keep on calling me
It's a star in a prison,
she feelin' the vibe
Broke out the fire, but he still got inside
Hawk and jump out and then fly
Two purse up, that's just to get by
Went up on my doors cause I
wasn't gettin' high
I'm a real rich n***a,
ain't shit I can't buy
snatch a n***a chain
Faygo shit
Been doin' my thing and I
ain't gon' quit
Come out the practice at the
Lego brick
Got four homeboys,
I'ma make four rich
Like
B
Soulja
Slim in a throwback
Em
B
Nigga, fuck yo drip,
I'm still fly as a bitch
If you keep on textin',
I ain't buyin' shit
Show for the road, rush, don't drive it
Busses on the white, what time it is?
Can't tell, just look at my diamonds, see
B
Em
Your hoes don't stand a chance
Make him get it off the floor,
don't need much stance
Whole hundred in my pants
That's 50 on the left, got 50 on the right
I'm doin' this shit cause I can
Could've spent it on the car,
could've spent it on this life
N***a, no joke, I ain't playin'
These fuck n***a know I'm the man
I ain't really worried bout no robbin' me
B
Em
I invented robberies
Karma's a bitch, won't talk to police
That's against our policy
I did that, but I blame the pharmacy
I throw them hoes back till I fall asleep
Airport, baby, on airplane mode
B
Em
Got promoters, they keep on callin' me
It's a star in a prison,
she feelin' the vibe
B
Em
Broke out the fire, but he still got inside
B
Em
B
Clock gon' go up as soon as I arrive
Two purse up, that's just to get by
Went up on my doors cause
I wasn't gettin' high
I'm a real rich nigga,
ain't shit I can't buy
but we leanin' fine
Want him again cause these jeans too high
Dubai
Em
No, he can't kick it, that fuck nigga pie
No competition, it won't be a tie
He come up missin',
you pay, he won't die
But if you don't,
then he could've been fried
Lame ass nigga can't come on this side
Ask what happened to the last nigga tried
I ain't tryna say we gon' kill ya
Nah, shit, he might make it out,
but the last nigga died
The young n***a age real goon like
Platt
No face so they can't ideal or find
Pull out the drum, one band,
one sound
Runnin' in house,
layin' everybody down
B
Em
Your hoes don't stand a chance
Make him get it off the floor,
don't need much stance
B
Em
Whole hundred in my pants
B
Em
B
That 50 on the left, got the 50 on the right
Could've spent it on a cop,
could've spent it on his life
N***a, no joke, I ain't playin'
These fuck n***a know I'm the man
I ain't really worry
about him robbin' me
B
Em
I invent the robberies
Calm as a bitch, won't talk to police
That's against our policy
I did it, but I blame the pharmacy
I throw them hoes back till I fall asleep
Airport, baby,
I'm on airplane mode
B
Em
Got promoters, they keep on callin' me
It's a star in a prison,
she feelin' the vibe
Broke out the fight, but he still got inside
B
Em
Took a ball, took his hand,
and then come back alive
Hawk and jump out and then fly
Two purse up, that jetty get back
Went up on my door,
cause I wasn't gettin' high
I'm a real rich nigga,
ain't shit, I came back
You
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