Tonalità: Eb major•
Verse 1
Eb
E
Eb
Fuck you lookin at, ayy
You think I'm fuckin' crazy, ayy
The fuck?
B
You know what I'm sayin'?
Sosa's on the motherfuckin'
beat now
Bbm
Fuckin' with the fuckin' I8 driv
Bb
in' through the fuckin' streets
B
Just tryna carry my fuckin' shit down
the motherfuckin' ship
Bb
You know what I'm sayin'?
Don't be fuckin' callin' your homeboys
Eb
B
I'm just one fuckin' gangster against
Bbm
all you mother fuckers
Bb
Bbm
Ab
Come on, the fuck is up? You
know what I'm sayin'?
Bb
T up motherfucker
Bbm
Bb
Step ya fuckin' game up
Eb
Sosa since
Verse 2
you got this money,
you disappear
That how you feel
In the muthafuckin' hood,
its ain't how you steal, it's how you kill
Now I'm rich bitch, it ain't how you feel,
it's how you live
And I'm on some big shit,
it ain't what you was, it's how you is
When I come have your 3D glasses in,
and have your ears
Before my son grow older,
I'ma tell ya hide ya kids
I smoke doja, you smoke Folgers, flame
it up and now you're dizzy
Hit Obama, told him I'ma pick him up and he said,
Verse 3
"Really?"
Eb
On some street shit,
come and get you in a Hemi
On some rich shit, pick you up in a Bentley
E
Eb
I'm ridin' stock paint,
and my shit still look like candy
E
Eb
Bb
Eb
All these tools on me, man
I look like Handy Manny
E
Eb
Nigga I'm an astronaut,
Nigga you's a Sandy
You ain't never jump out the water,
you use to swimmin'
B
Eb
That mean you never jumped out the porch,
no types of sports
E
Eb
I got my own shit,
I don't need no type of source
B
Me and guap, we be kickin'
Bb
it in all types of sorts
Ab
Hit the Louis store,
Bb
and I buy all types of shorts
B
Don't let me in the NBA, we
Bb
knock it off the shore
Ab
Bump me my mothafuckin' pistol,
Bb
knock you off the court
Verse 4
Eb
Sosa since you got this money,
you disappear
That how you feel
In the mothafuckin' hood,
its ain't how you steal, it's how you kill
Now I'm rich bitch, it ain't how you feel,
it's how you live
And I'm on some big shit,
it ain't what you was, it's how you is
When I come have your 3D glasses in,
and have your ears
Before my son grow older,
I'ma tell ya hide ya kids
I smoke doja, you smoke Folgers, flame
it up and now you're dizzy
Hit Obama, told him I'ma pick him up and he said,
Verse 5
"Really?"
Eb
On some country shit,
I pick you up in a dump
Police in my trunk,
E
what the fuck they tryin' find?
Eb
When they pull me over,
they say I smell like a pound
I say I'm always goin' up,
I'm never Gloin' down
E
Eb
Twitter this, Twitter that,
I'm goin' Slim Dunk
E
Eb
Pull up on ya block,
what's in my gun make ya run
E
Eb
This ballin' shit be fun,
but shootin' pistols funner
E
Eb
I get the money later,
I got shootin' pistols hunger
B
E
Eb
And when I'm done sparkin',
roll up and I forgot
Sosa you can't have this snub in the club,
I ain't retarded
E
Eb
I do everythin' without givin' fucks,
I nonchalant it
Sosa, what the goals you want
in life? I want the money
Sosa, what type of weed you
smoke? I want the onions
Sosa, what type of chips you
like? I want the Funyuns
I'm ridin' low in cold water
or I'm ridin' around
Came with my cannon,
can't win, don't try it
Verse 6
Eb
Sosa since you got this money,
you disappear
That how you feel
In the muthafuckin' hood,
its ain't how you steal, it's how you kill
Now I'm rich bitch, it ain't how you feel,
it's how you live
And I'm on some big shit, it ain't what you was,
it's how you is
E
Eb
When I come have your 3D glasses
in, and have your ears
Before my son grow older,
I'ma tell ya hide ya kids
I smoke doja, you smoke Folgers, flame
it up and now you're dizzy
Hit Obama, told him I'ma pick him up and he said,
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"Really?"
Eb
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