Kunci: E minor•
Intro 1
Em
C
Em
Am
Em
Verse 1
Money make a hater madder than a bitch
Got my check up
C
Em
Now you know I get more cash than a bitch
Got a pocket full of paper
And a bad yellow bitch
Ass fatter than a bitch
Bm
C
My car faster than a bitch
make em madder than a bitch
What you saying,
C
Em
get more cash than a bitch
What you saying, got a bad yellow bitch
Ass fatter than a bitch
Bm
C
Em
My car go faster than a bitch
Verse 2
Em
A hunnid billion dollars
That's the conversation
Nigga I got more whips than
C
Em
a dominatrix
Pretty bitch jump on my dick
Lemme drive ya crazy
And you heard that my paper
Bm
C
Em
Thicker than the yellow pages
Press that button lose the top
Make it disappear
Bm
Em
C
Em
Its so lonely at the top, but I love it here
Pass that cream bitch I'm
Higher than Apollo 13
On that purple martini and a
Ounce of blue dream
So much money,
make the counter blow a fuse
C
Live in the fast lane and fuck all the rules
Em
I'm living on the edge, fuck a hater
Fuck the feds
If I buy more ice,
I might need to buy a sled
Verse 3
Money make a hater madder than a bitch
Got my check up
C
Em
Now you know I get more cash than a bitch
Got a pocket full of paper
And a bad yellow bitch
Ass fatter than a bitch
Bm
C
My car faster than a bitch
make em madder than a bitch
What you saying,
get more cash than a bitch
What you saying, got a bad yellow bitch
Ass fatter than a bitch
Bm
C
Em
My car go faster than a bitch
Verse 4
Em
Smoking loud, drinking hen
Man I'm higher than a bitch
Dick harder than a bitch
Wanna stick it in a bitch
Ferragamo louis shit
All designer in this bitch
I got gold on my teeth and neck
I'm shining as a bitch
Bitch look and see this shit
Niggas mad than a bitch
Bm
Em
Forty cocked, in the parking lot
C
Em
Get shot up than a bitch
I ain't tripping bout you man
I'm on dead presidents
All my niggas killas and ain't
C
Em
Scared of the penitent- ions
Money always make a broke nigga mad
Make him envy
Never bowing down to a bitch,
it ain't in me
Lamborghini cost a ticket and I'm
Tryna ride that bitch
Pat your running up the check
We ain't tryna hit that shit
Verse 5
Em
You wanna say something
about the pimp?
Gimme his address bitch I'ma
Come to his house if they
can feel that
Then they can feel whats really going
On down here right now mane
I'm glad we got an outlet where we
Em
Can air these bitch ass niggas out
Verse 6
Know what Im talking about?
Em
I can go broke any minute
Still making 4 million in an hour
Closing deals with the cartel on
C
Em
My speakerphone in the shower
My bitch want that sour
You niggas is cowards
Get the fuck off of my lawn
I'm cutting the grass
with them choppas
Bullets is sounding like do do do
Do hitting niggas and flowers
Em
I don't fly jets, I buy jets
Bm
Em
I'm from the low rise,
C
Em
high ground, projects
Fuck you and your street cash
Little ass pub check
Bm
You sign niggas, I sign niggas
C
Em
I buy the label
I'm in the Soho House in the library
Eating sushi with Cung Le
Getting throwed from your politician
This ho wanna elect me
Still a hood nigga tryna fuck everything
Em
Life in the villa, getting zarilla, nigga
Think of my scrilla
Bm
C
Keeping my wolves on deck
Em
Like Michael on Thrilla
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