Key: D# minor
Verse 1
Am
Dm
C
Am
I got a feelin', nigga,
really, that my money be the root
Look up at the stars, she like,
hunnid, where the roof?
they go on roof
C
Am
Even once had a job pourin'
top on the roof
That boy had it hard,
no facade, it's the truth
So now when I'm a nod,
you give massage, it's the proof
that bacon soda takin'
C
Am
Paper that I'm makin',
got her takin' photos naked
Listenin' to niggas like whistlin' at
Wendy
Williams I flip my middle finger,
I'm chillin' on 20 million
I'm masturbatin' at the top
C
Am
These hoes so excited,
so they catchin' every drop
I'm dodgin' debacles
like potholes in
Jamaica
We cut down the weed,
bury the paper on the makers
Dm
C
Am
Martin had a dream, bar got high I still do both,
but somehow I got by
Creflo pray,
Mike
Vic pay
Bobby
Brown stray,
Whitney lost way
Kimbo
That
C
Am
Mayweather money lookin'
funny in the light
But who really cares,
we just throw it in the air
Celebratin' wealth,
pourin' more in than I have
the blue is her weave
C
Am
Trunk full of white car,
smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad, beat by movements
BM -dubs on them big things,
lookin' foolish
C
Am
Tip on the
Glock from a trip up in
Compton
Shootin' at the cops, fuck one time
I gave her to the block, I fucked one time
your lil' tray
C
Am
Suppress your appetite,
we takin' your lil' tray
Love my handgun,
but my chopper's still a shit
Banned in 1994,
but I'm too legit to quit
C
Am
But that was better than roofin' that shit,
bad for your skin
Niggas was ruthless,
Lord knows that I sinned
But I thought about my future in the loops,
I could pin
I turned to the streets
C
Am
Kept my name low -key,
I ain't heard from in weeks
I came up with a strategy to come up mathematically I did it for the city,
but not everybody mad at me
Dm
Motherfuck em all, they sweat for my balls
C
Am
If I drop another album,
I did that for my dogs
Ten made bucks, everybody ride me I just sit back like,
look what I did
beg for forgiveness
C
Am
Once I say my prayer,
everybody back to business
Smokin' on a blunt in
my own restaurant
People lookin' from a distance think I'm
Big
Daddy
Dm
Kunk
Reincarnated, spirit of a
G
C
Am
Beef'll make you thinner,
take a seat so we can eat
A
Farrakhan aura, paws on the pork
You eat from the bowl while
your dog need a fork
Dm
C
Am
Niggas ain't loyal, snakes livin' in they coil I'm laughin' at you cuz,
kill you niggas when I'm bored
We steppin' on you,
too, till the motherfuckers crush
And make you sweet love
to every woman that you lust
can't wait to pay your rent
Curtis
Burn the house down,
you gotta buy another
Don't forget the gas can,
jealous, stupid motherfucker
paper that I capture
Homicide is human, nigga,
you lookin' funny
Women love to stare cause
they know they see the money
bank accounts
C
Am
Deposit a hundred stacks,
break up, won't take it out
Baby that's a gift, maybe you can live
I knew it wouldn't work,
but I just like to give
young nigga bare feet
C
Am
Now I'm in the suites and
I'm eating crab meats
I ain't so ripe, other rappers envy
They calling all my jewelers up,
asking what it's spending
not thinkin' bout them
C
Am
It's a letter to my enemies,
one I won't send
Outro 1
Amen
Am
Dm
C
Am
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