Tonalità: C minor•
Verse 1
Cm
(Hit- Boy)
Yeah (woah, woah)
Make you a million then make
you a hunnid' more
Boy, for real, boy
Verse 2
Cm
Starin' at fate
I'm in the lead and I'm
breakin' away (breakin')
She want me now but I'm makin'
her wait (wait)
I'm at the table, a thousand a plate
How you gon' tell me this
isn't a date?
I'm down the street from the
Denzel estate (swerve)
Right 'round the corner from Babyface
Not my dawg Babyface Ray,
I mean the Babyface
I don't give a fuck about playin' it safe
Verse 3
Cm
Surveillance
the way that they
runnin' my tapes
Got hoes in a craze like the
old B2K (oh)
Chaos whenever I touch down, no
brakes (yeah)
Me and HB, it's an instant slapper
An instant plaque, a system crash
I pitched it black and risked the max
And anything less,
I can't live with that (yeah)
Hunger for more and I still
got the cravin'
What you know 'bout when the
walls get to cavin'? (Huh?)
What you know 'bout
stayin' solid and patient
And workin' out kinks before
kinks work their way in?
Don't even believe what you
say when you say it
More focused on makin' it than makin'
statements (statements)
Everybody 'round me elevated
Yeah, I'm guessin' the vibe
is contagious (let's go)
Verse 4
Cm
Starin' at fate
Bb
I'm in the lead and I'm breakin'
Cm
away (woah)
If you not workin', you takin' up space
I'm at the table, a thousand a plate
How you gon' tell me this
isn't a date? (Swerve)
Bb
I'm down the street from the Den
Cm
zel estate (swerve)
Right 'round the corner from Babyface
Not my dawg Babyface Ray, I mean (swerve, I mean,
I mean)
Verse 5
Cm
Hol' up, take this shit where I wanna
go (shit where I wanna go)
Make you a million then make you a
hunnid more (hunnid, I pray)
They prayin' I stop 'cause that's
what they need the most (for real)
Big Cuban link 'round my neck on C- 3PO (big Cuban
link 'round my neck on C- 3PO)
I fell asleep at the top,
why they sleepin' on me? (Sleep)
In the mirror where I see my only friend
and opponent (I see it)
Gm
Can't run up on us, it's too much
Cm
confetti on us (no way)
I know money ain't everything,
fuck it, we still want it, bitch (bitch)
Verse 6
Cm
I'm one of one, ho, it ain't no re-
rockin' (hey)
I said what I said and I'm
standin' on top of it (hey)
Gas up my bitch just to boost
up her confidence
She throwin' fits at me just
like my closet (rich)
I never got rich countin' someone
else pockets (on God)
Addicted to C- notes,
I went up an octave
Strategically movin', to win, only option
Bitch, I ain't forcin', the holiday season,
I'm covered in ornaments
This ain't a tour,
this a tournament (woah)
Bb
If I was stuck in a room with your
Cm
shit on repeat
Then that shit would be torturous
Straight from the source of it
Bb
Found God,
Cm
and I'm sourcin' it (mm)
Whatever it takes to have
more of it (yeah)
Gm
Cm
It's mine 'til I'm bored with it,
bitch (bitch)
Verse 7
Cm
Take this shit where I wanna go
(straight up)
Make you a million and make
you a hunnid more (brrt)
They prayin' I stop 'cause that's
what they need the most (I know)
Big Cuban link 'round my neck on C- 3PO (big Cuban
link 'round my neck on C- 3PO)
I fell asleep at the top,
why they sleepin' on me? (God)
In the mirror where I see my only friend
and opponent (for real)
Gm
Can't run up on us, it's too much
Cm
confetti on us (confetti)
I know money ain't everything,
Verse 8
fuck it, we still want it
Cm
Woo, yeah, fuck you expect,
bitch? (Still want it)
What up though,
Hit? (Still want it)
Ayy, tell 'em quit playin'
with my fuckin' name too, for real
I had to one up that score, you know?
That Don Life shit
Cm
Cm
Carry on, yeah, for real
Cm
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