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