Tonalità: Bb minor
Intro 1
Cm
D
Gm
Gm
Verse 1
Cm
D
The mandem too inconsiderate
Gm
Five-star hotels smoking cigarette
Mixin' codeine up with the phenergan
Cm
She got thick but she wanna get thin again
D
Drinkin' apple cider vinegar
Wearin' Skim
Gm
'cause she wanna be Kim and 'em
Uh, alright
I know that you're bad, stop actin'
Cm
innocent
D
We ain't got generational wealth
Eb
It's only a year that I've had these millions
Bb
My whip could've been in the Tokyo Drift
Cm
'cause it's fast and furious
D
I went from the Toyota Yaris to Urus
They had their chance but blew it
Gm
Now this gyal want me in her uterus
Chorus 1
Fuck it, I'm rich, let's do it
Cm
Take a look at these diamonds wrong
D
It's a life of squitin', can't just stare
Gm
With bae through thick and thin
She already thick, so I'm halfway there
Cm
Brown and bad
D
Couldn't change my mind, I was halfway there
Gm
Bb
One hundred meters, huh
I just put nine gyal in a Sprinter
Cm
(uh)
D
One hundred eaters
Eb
They won't fit in one SUV (nah)
Bb
Cm
S-O-S, somebody rescue me
I got too many gyal,
D
too many-many gyal, I got
Gm
They can last me the next two weeks (uh, huh)
Verse 2
Alright, like send the address through
Cm
D
(please) SUV, the outside white
Gm
The inside brown like Michael Jack
More time man build a line and trap
Cm
Spend like I don't even like my stack
D
Pistol came on a Irish ferry
Gm
Let go and it sound like a tap dance
The way that I ball
No yellow, the ref have to give me
a black card
Cm
Who did what we're doin' with rap?
D
Man couldn't sell out his show
Eb
after all them years of doin' the cap
Bb
Sprinter, two gyal in a van
Cm
Inter, two man in Milan
D
Heard one of my tings datin' P. Diddy
Gm
Need twenty percent of whatever she bags
Verse 3
Outside, my head in my hands
Cm
D
I told her my name is Cench
Gm
She said "no, the one on your birth certificate"
Your boyfriend ran from that diamond test
Cm
'Cause they weren't legitimate (nah)
D
Gm
She Turkish-Cypriot but her curves Brazilian
I want her and bro wants her
Cm
D
(affiliate) I'm cheap, still hit a chick like
Eb
"yo, can I borrow your Netflix?"
She a feminist, she think I'm sexist
Bb
Twistin' my words, I think she dyslexic
Cm
Give me my space, I'm intergalactic
D
Gm
Before I give you my Insta password
I'll give you the pin to my AmEx
Verse 4
Huh, alright
Cm
D
This ain't stainless steel, it's platinum
Gm
Dinner table, I got manners, huh
T-shirt tucked in, napkin
Cm
"Still loadin'" that's the caption
D
I've only amounted a minimal fraction
Gm
Eat good, I got indigestion
Bare snow in my hood, no Aspen
Cm
Can't get rid of my pain with Aspirin
D
Dave just came in a Aston, I'm makin' that
Eb
Maybach Music (Maybach Music)
Bb
They're tryna insult my intelligence,
Cm
sometimes I may act stupid
D
I never went Uni, I been on a campus
Gm
selling cocaine to students
If bro let the drumstick beat
Then something gon' leak,
Chorus 2
we ain't playin' exclusives
Cm
Take a look at these diamonds wrong
D
It's a life of squitin', can't just stare
Gm
With bae through thick and thin
She already thick, so I'm halfway there
Cm
Brown and bad
D
Couldn't change my mind, I was halfway there
Gm
Bb
One hundred meters, huh
I just put nine gyal in a Sprinter
Cm
(uh)
D
One hundred eaters
Eb
They won't fit in one SUV (nah)
Bb
Cm
S-O-S, somebody rescue me
I got too many gyal,
D
too many-many gyal, I got
Gm
They can last me the next two weeks (uh, huh)
Verse 5
Alright, like send the address through
Cm
(please) Fire for a wife beater
D
Can't rock with that, I ain't wearin' a vest
Gm
Man have to send her therapy
She got a E cup bra, a lot on her chest
Cm
I'm in Jamaica, Oracabess'
D
Hit a lick, went Cash Converters
Gm
That don't work, it's pawn, no chess
I'm doin' more and talkin' less
Cm
I love chillin' with broke bitches
Man book one flight and they all impressed
Eb
I'm in the G63
Bb
The car hug me like a friend
through twist and turns
Cm
Man livin' for nyash and dyin' for nyash,
D
it's fucked
Don't know which one's worse,
Gm
I'm fucked
Bags in his and hers
Verse 6
What's hers is hers, what's mine is too
Cm
Heard that girl is a gold digger
D
It can't be true if she dated you
Gm
AP baby blue, paper's pink
I'd probably hate me too
Cm
You ever spent six figures
D
and stared at bae like
"Look what you made me do"?
Gm
Yeah, (alright) started with a Q,
didn't wait in line
Cm
Weird, I'm askin' my Blasian one
D
"Why you so focused on your Asian side?"
Eb
I know that the jack boys pray
Bb
that they get to the clubs and Dave's inside
Cm
D
Gm
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