Tonalità: B minor•
Intro 1
Bm
A
G
F#m
Verse 1
F#m
Welcome to the bank,
where you deposit your money
and you get cash money.
I'm Tunks, you're the boss,
and live from the vault,
A
G
it's Busta Busts.
F#m
Yeah, yeah, yeah, y 'all, swag mania,
pop the Ghostbows,
carry the most beautiful bitches
with us, happily toast,
Keep the faculty close,
close when we give em a dose
Got em OD 'ing,
leaning in each coast, scenery froze
Take notes, rock boats,
diamonds that fade us
Chanel minks in the winter,
who fuckin' with us?
We comin' to give em the shivers,
watery flows
Spillin' like rivers, floodin' the street
Hopin' niggas is swimmers,
movin' gorillas
King Kongs, Godzilla's when we roll up
Seat fillin' niggas,
get up when I show up
A
Please don't throw up,
G
hold your liquor, go up
If you robbin' niggas,
F#m
we gon' show you how to blow up
Thank your lucky stars,
that's the rap czar
Tuck your shit in,
my niggas bite like a rent -in
Tend to my chagrin, you never win
Model thin, walkin',
crackin' your shin, she is in
Every time that I spin,
square up, bow down
To the kings of the hall, we way gone
Talk shit while we ball,
A
so what's crackin' with y 'all?
Native New Yorker, the slick talker
Bm
G
Deep shit in order, call a reporter
Steppin' like British walkers, legendary
F#m
Swag fluency, the influencer,
see how we do it
Get him into it steadily, got him stupid
So undisputed, act fool, back tool
Till they pop off,
police crowd up the street
Blockin' em off, lockin' em off
Got these niggas wildin' while
I signal my soldiers
Bossin' it up,
maintainin' composure
Stayin' on the sofa,
30 bottles, 20 waitresses
Bring em over,
see how we light up shit
Nigga call a promoter,
tell that nigga bring the bag
Better hurry up with it
Bm
and count the money a proper
G
I want thank you, heavenly father
Bm
G
For shining your light on me
Bm
G
I want to thank you, father
Bm
G
For shining your light on
A
Settle up, stiletto up,
G
saddle up and let's go
Good times, only difference,
F#m
niggas makin' it dope
Chatter is up, peep the way we batter it up
On top of the mountain,
foldin' the ladder up
You're dead and done,
rip up your paper
Cause your status is none
Transfix on the sphinx of the page
Wear the chopper, a gauge
You're just a single cause
you wouldn't engage
Turned up with the script on the cup
A
You keep the goddess with us
See how we push,
sometime I'm on, forget cough
G
Beat him in the head,
boop -a -dee -dee -bop
F#m
Zip -a -dee -bop
Beat him in the head again,
stop killin' me, wolf
Bm
Whop, beat a nigga till he drop,
piggy -dee -poof
F#m
Oxy and me, puss
You don't want no problem with niggas
Fuck it, let's get to drinkin',
poison our livers, damn it, we sinners
When me and Abstract,
they give a C,
we deliver, she got me touchin' it
Bm
F#m
Fuckin' all on my fingers,
damn it, we winners,
pillars of this rap shit, homie
They ain't no killer,
ain't thinkin' till it's time for me to go
That's when I vomit with a blowin'
and I black and get a little bit dummy
The microphone is bleedin',
you should take it from me
A
Incredibly, we do it in the resumes,
G
the music, I tune it, you tube it
F#m
It can never, ever be refuted,
it's darling for niggas and
naughty for ninas
Bitches and ballerinas,
bowlers and in -betweeners
Blatant nonbelievers and
overachievers kickin' it
In Paley, Adidas, drink gallons of liters
All of you misreconciled leaders,
she's beggin' to eat us
And her man's attitude defeat us,
but never a scandal
Because me and Bucks,
we prone to handle it gently
A
Not to mention we veterans,
F#m
say you need me some medicine
Boy, I'm black,
G
F#m
you should get off my premises
F#
Better fly, you pelican,
F#m
idiot -ass niggas
F#
But then again, you need a suit
F#m
for your funeral measurements
See, we doin' it effortless,
it's never gettin' no better than this
Givin' you shit that you miss,
a better preference
Watch me turn him into skeletons
See how I come and bring out
the betterness?
Thomas Woodard,
I repped it for evidence
Flyin' United Emirates,
size private plane,
that kinda etiquette
Purchasin' diamonds,
handle them delicate
Now you need you a better ref.
You can peep his regular,
and see we all in his bitch
Bm
like we ain't ever left.
G
Heavenly Father,
Bm
G
for shining your light on me.
Bm
G
I won't thank you, Heavenly Father,
Bm
G
for shining your light on me.
Em
F#
I know we could've never been
Bm
Without you, ooh,
G
Bm
G
without you
Bm
G
Bm
Without you, without you
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