Key: D minor•
Verse 1
scrappy touchin' everything
I'm in the mob, man,
scrappy snatchin' everything
When I'm in the club,
cat me smokin', drinkin' everything
Swear to God, I ain't lyin', man,
I put that down real quick
You already, you already know,
you, you already, you already know
Soon as I wake up, I'ma say my prayers
Then I look up in the club,
see what I'm gon' wear
I got the G's up shirt,
with the G's up chain
Got the G unit shoe,
that's what I'm talkin' bout, man
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I hit the shower, hit the charger
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Bring the key up in the starter
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Pick a brawler, pin the corner
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Cause I'm a motherfuckin' baller
I'm gangsta, that's what it is
Fuck bein' on TV,
I'ma show my ass in public
Shawty, it's nothin',
you know the young n***a buckin'
You ask about me, shawty,
and this what they say
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I'm the wildest young n***a
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Throwin' money in they face,
cause I'm paid
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I went and spent 45 on my mouth
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Now I'm 45 ,000, shawty,
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just look at my smile
I'm in the street, yeah,
scrappin', touchin' everything
I met them in the club,
can't be smokin', drinkin', dancin'
But I swear God, I ain't lyin',
and I put that damn bill in
So how you feel?
Man, you already know what it is
What's the deal?
You already know what it is
What's deal?
You already know what it is
What's deal?
You already know what it is
You can catch me in the club
gettin' drunk as usual
The all -rounder nigga just be so crucial
A couple of groupies
with some big -ass booties
Sloppy -ass drunk,
tryna do something to me
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I'm like, baby girl, hold up,
get your mind right
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I'm looking at your face,
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Your body off the chain, but your head fine
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you's a goddamn lie
Hey, I'm on the goose, tryna get loose
Got a squad full of niggas
that'll get at you
Don't get me wrong,
my nigga on the road or at home
Even though we in the club,
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I see you poppin' in the mob,
who you talkin' bout?
I ain't got bread in the house,
and that mumblin',
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When I start bustin', start run nin',
this what I'm talkin' bout
I'm in the street, yeah, I'm scrappin',
touchin' everything
I'm at the mob, yeah, I'm scrappin',
snatchin' everything
But I'm in the club, can't be smokin',
drinkin' this way
Oh God, I ain't lyin', man,
I put that down real high
So how you feel?
Man, you already know what it is
What's the deal?
You already know what it is
What's deal?
You already know what it is
Bb
Dm
What's the deal?
You already know what it is
Now when your back touchin' your stomach
I can teach you hustle -nomics
A hundred miles and runnin'
The realest who ever done it
Them haters make me vomit
Wishin' my sales plummet
Oh yeah, they mad
Cause I hit the motherfuckin'
block gunnin'
Stunts, twin rovers on them 26's
Bitches, run to the truck to see who in it
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Oh yeah, we make plays, the radio,
we ain't playin' nigga
The cushion appeal, I got it
I put the push on the dig, I got it
And carry Bentley on the wrist,
how bout it?
I bought the coupe just to match it,
how bout it?
I mean every word,
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Dm
got a machine with a beam
that'll clean your old turd
Scrap it, tell em, we cheat em,
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from the field, the block need em
I'm in the street, yeah, scrappin',
touchin' everything
I'm in the mind, man, scrappin',
snatchin' everything
Put them in the club,
can't be smokin',
drinkin' everything
Swear to God, I ain't lyin',
man, I put that damn whip in
So how you feel?
Man, you already know what it is
But what's the deal?
already know what it is
Bb
Dm
So what's the deal?
already know what it is
And what's the deal?
Dm
Dm
You
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsDm Bb Am Abm Ab
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