Tonalità: F# minor
Verse 1
Bm
G
Bm
(CashMoneyAP)
Em
Bm
G
Bm
Em
Bm
(Chapo)
CashMoney, CashMoney, yeah, yeah, yeah
Verse 2
G
Long days up on the block,
A
Bm
a nigga got a sun tan
I'm looking back upon my past,
a nigga came from nothin'
G
These niggas say they wanna blast me,
A
Bm
but that Glocky on me
You run up on me, kill your bitch- ass,
then I'll shoot your homie
G
The way I'm feelin',
Bm
I've been feelin' like a star
Em
Need to slow down on the drugs,
Bm
keep poppin' these bars
G
Bm
I got about four cars up in the gar age
And I can't even drive,
but them bitches push start (ayy)
Pushin' straight,
A
backpack, choppa bullets, rat- a- tat
Bm
Bad yellow bitch eatin' dick
Em
Bm
like a Rap Snack
Her pussy on fat- fat,
G
Bm
you know I'ma hit that
She said she never had a orgasm,
Em
I'ma fix that
Bm
Bitch, I'm mar ried to the game,
I won't ever get a prenup
My bitch, she playing with my balls,
Em
Bm
call her Serena
I be beating the pussy up
G
Bm
just like Ike did Tina
A
Bm
She turned my dick white 'cause
Em
that bitch was a creamer
Bm
She off of X pills,
G
Bm
Em
Perkys, Roxys, and the Molly
Bm
G
And I like the way she move her body
Bm
She gave me head in the backseat
Em
Bm
of the Maserati
Verse 3
Bm
G
Baby, ride me
Bm
Em
She like the way I ride the beat
Bm
G
Ride me
Bm
Em
Bm
Baby, get on top of me, yeah
Verse 4
You was at the school and
G
A
I was at the bank
Bm
I be smoking opps and
Em
you be smoking dank
Bm
And, bitch, I keep a gun,
G
bitch, you keep a shank
A
Bm
And you know that I'm a shooter,
Em
that's how I got my name
Bm
I got way too many bitches, mane,
G
it's looking like a pageant
Bm
She can't speak no English,
Em
Bm
but that bitch, she call me daddy
Em
Bm
G
Just like a plane, if I see the oppositions,
then I'm crashing
Bm
This chopper sang,
Em
make him dance like that nigga Michael Jackson
Bm
Ayy, I'm a glizzy toter,
A
like a notebook, I'ma fold her
Bm
She was slurpin' on my dick like
she drinking on some soda
Em
Bm
That bitch, she love giving brain, yeah,
G
Bm
you know that I control her
A
Bm
She got a big ol' onion booty,
Em
so I told her bend it over
Bm
When I hit her from the back,
A
had that bitch screaming Crip
Bm
'Cause when I get done she
Em
Bm
gon' walk with a limp
Em
Bm
Lotta niggas came with me
G
like the slaves on the ship
A
Bm
And my trap going dumb,
Em
doing acrobatic flips (ayy, uh)
Bm
I got this Glocky up in
G
my pocket and I'ma pop it
Bm
She popping molly, she off a molly,
Em
she give me noggin
Bm
I'm off a Roxy,
G
I'm codeine bopping, I'm codeine bopping
Bm
The coldest nigga in the game so you
Em
Bm
know I'm never stopping
G
She drinking Hennessy
Bm
Em
She popping Xannies
Bm
G
She always on her knees
Bm
Em
That's why her nigga can't stand me,
yeah, yeah
Verse 5
Bm
Yeah, yeah
Uh, huh
Outro 1
Uh, huh (yeah, yeah)
G
A
Bm
Em
Bm
G
A
Bm
Em
Bm
G
Bm
Em
Bm
G
Bm
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