Tonalità: E minor
Verse 1
Bm
A
G
A
G
Yeah
Bm
A
Yeah
G
Yeah
Verse 2
A
G
Bm
Sippin' OJ in the Cris'
A
Model with me and she lit
G
Black leather Vetement trench
A
Thousands carat gold on my wrist
Bm
This bitch drankin' me, she a fish
A
They soft that they swivel, don't stick
G
I can do a lot of things but don't miss
A
Your baby mama know that I'm it
Bm
I fuck on her, never want lip
A
She call for a friend for some help
G
Quit the games,
bitch, you know I'm a player
A
All this salt only killin' the snails
Bm
Load the yacht up, I'm
ready to sail
A
It's some G33 l inhale
G
Man, I pray all my niggas is well
A
And I told you I still will prevail
G
Come on, ain't
Verse 3
Bm
tryna be late
A
Got a show, l'ma go cross- state
G
We could creep and be
well out the way
Pick a time and a place
I done seen how niggas
Bm
switch sides
A
I'm like, "Nah, I'm straight"
got a gap through her thighs
She fine, okay
Bm
They still gotta pay us
A
I took her to Zales
G
I cut like a flair
A
Have the Cuban, I don't wanna link
Bm
I clear all the tabs
A
They pay for their abs
G
I put faith in my craft
A
And for now on, I'm keepin' receipts
Bm
On the grind, I'm knee- deep
A
These rhymes paid off my lease
G
She fine, speakin' in Greek
A
With vibes, we out in Greece
Bm
High, stimulate my mind,
A
tryna reach my peak
G
High, yeah, I'm gon' touch the sky,
A
you know I get fleek
Yo, slide
Verse 4
OJ in the Cris'
A
Model with me and she lit
G
Black leather Vetement trench
A
Thousands carat gold on my wrist
Bm
This bitch drankin' me, she a fish
A
They soft that they swivel, don't stick
G
I can do a lot of things but don't miss
A
Your baby mama know that I'm it
Bm
I fuck on her, never want lip
A
She call for a friend for some help
G
Quit the games,
bitch, you know I'm a player
A
All this salt only killin' the snails
Bm
Load the yacht up, I'm
ready to sail
A
It's some G33 l inhale
G
Man, I pray all my niggas is well
A
And I told you I still will prevail
Bm
Thank the Lord, I don't
Verse 5
take it for granted
A
I can pop on a whole 'nother planet
G
I love fuckin' my bitch 'cause
I'm mannish
I love watchin' her take
off her panties
Bm
I know some of you nig
gas can't stand it
Ain't gon' get it, that
A
nigga still havin'
G
Love to see me, they seein'
what's happenin'
They stay ready, l'on gotta get ready
Bm
She with it, I don't gotta say it
A
I don't figured you know how to play it
G
I'm all on they radar
A
I'm high- key that nigga for real
Bm
Keep workin', it pay off
A
You spend it however you feel
G
I can't take a day off
A
I'm plantin' more seeds
in the field
Bm
Yeah, nigga fly, dressin' to kill
A
No lie, this energy real
G
Rhyme geekin' on
A
Landin' in Beverly Hills
Bm
Out my mind
A
Half a mil'for my bills
G
That's why I grind
A
Fuck how a nigga feel
Verse 6
OJ in the Cris'
A
Model with me and she lit
G
Black leather Vetement trench
A
Thousands carat gold on my wrist
Bm
This bitch drankin' me, she a fish
A
They soft that they swivel, don't stick
G
I can do a lot of things but don't miss
A
Your baby mama know that I'm it
Bm
I fuck on her, never want lip
A
She call for a friend for some help
G
Quit the games,
bitch, you know I'm a player
A
All this salt only killin' the snails
Bm
Load the yacht up, I'm
ready to sail
A
It's some G33 l inhale
G
Man, I pray all my niggas is well
A
And I told you I still will prevail
Bm
Outro 1
A
G
Bm
A
G
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