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