Tonalità: D# minor•
Verse 1
Ebm
(BandPlay)
Mm- hmm, ayy
Verse 2
Cb
Ebm
Money comin', money goin'
(ayy)
Bitches, bitches, hoes hoein'
South Memphis nigga, nine foreigns
Sneak dissin' ain't no time for it
Hood rich, rockin' Tom Ford,
baby choppa like 5'4
Countin' gualla got my thumbs sore
Copped another watch 'cause
I was bored (yeah)
I got money runnin' through my pores
Yeah, I'm up,
but I want some more (uh)
Yeah, I'm up, check
the scoreboard (uh)
I get money like it was
a chore (lil' bitch)
Verse 3
Ebm
I got voices in my head, keep on sayin'
"Boy, let's get it"
I got bitches on my dick, and
I got niggas in my business
I got Wock' Wock' in my kidneys
and I piss all on your feelings
Cb
Yeah, I got the double R truck now I
Ebm
want the one with no ceilings
Cb
Ebm
Uh, yeah (ya feel me?)
Cb
Ayy, I been gettin' so much money, don't know what
Verse 4
Cb
to do with it
Ebm
Cb
Ebm
Ayy, I been countin' so much money my
Cb
head just start spinnin'
Ebm
Ayy, and speakin' of spinnin',
my young nigga just did it
Uh, no cap, I'm ballin' out, they like,
"Glock, you wicked" (baow)
I been sippin' so much Wock', like
motherfuck my kidneys (Wocky)
I just pulled up in a yellow school bus,
but no kids in it (yeah)
Courtside on the floor, sippin' on
a four, watchin' the Grizzlies (swisher)
Verse 5
Ebm
Yeah, money comin', money goin',
got rich off of streams and tourin'
Yeah, ballin' like the Final Four,
got bitches tryna make a porn
Ex- bitch talkin' 'bout she torn,
had to leave on her like a forest
Think about money when I yawn,
yeah, it's on my mind every mornin' (bitch)
Verse 6
Ebm
I jump up out the bed, gettin' to the bread,
middle fingers to the feds, yuh
Cb
Play you in the red, choppas on your head,
Ebm
now a nigga is (shh), yuh
I ain't gotta say it, why would I say it? Niggas know I ain't playin',
yuh (why?)
Cb
Ebm
I'm already playin' with a bag, I ain't playin'
'round with none (nigga)
Yeah, I barely trust my fam', nigga,
I pull up they're like "Damn," nigga
Put a hunnid racks on a Ram, nigga, in the
choppa with a hundred rams, nigga
Yeah, the choppa little but it sound
bigger (fire), these nigga hoes just sound killa
Gang get to steppin' like Pam,
nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Verse 7
Cb
Ebm
Money comin', money goin'
Cb
Ebm
Bitches, bitches, hoes hoein' (yeah)
Cb
Ebm
South Memphis nigga, nine foreigns
Sneak dissin' ain't no time for it
Hood rich, rockin' Tom Ford,
baby choppa like 5'4
Countin' gualla got my thumbs sore
Copped another watch 'cause I was bored (uh,
lil' bitch, yeah)
Verse 8
Ebm
I got voices in my head, keep on
sayin' "Boy, let's get it"
I got bitches on my dick,
and I got niggas in my business
I got Wock' Wock' in my kidneys
and I piss all on your feelings
Cb
Yeah, I got the double R truck now
Ebm
I want the one with no ceilings
Outro 1
Uh, yeah (ya feel me?)
Ebm
Cb
Ebm
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