Kunci: D major•
Verse 1
D
You know we had to do the key mix,
right?
F
Troy Ave, Merlo Self Nice
It's fuckin' like I'll never be alone
Every time I cut him off,
Em
another one's gettin' on
Bitches ain't shittin',
that's the shit I don't condone
Em
baby moms almost had my own
But I think I got that abortion, now I chill
I always order the bill
Get whatever you want,
don't worry I got the bill
The waiter tippin' our cups
Em
and lettin' the wine spill
You clean up nice, that's a mean blue hill
I get a bird, flip a bird, open Merlo
F
Nobody trippin', we just sittin',
Chillin' like a palm tree under A .C.
Em
F
a nigga ain't gon' play me
Em
Unless that motherfucker's crazy
F
Em
I'm never frontin', I be frontin' niggas
And if that paper ain't right,
then I'm confrontin' niggas
F
Em
I'm just living that life and it's how it go
D
But if you feel it's too real,
baby, this is dope
Em
F
I'm hoping that you stay though
Nice
This for the bitches going
through them phones
To confirm the suspicion
Em
that be going through they don'ts
That's the type of shit
I shouldn't be going through,
I'm grown
F
Make a nigga hit the road,
cause what he going
You ever been coming off a long day?
Em
she rub you the wrong way
F
Em
Lou bottoms are red, Tiffany boxes are blue
F
All them women's are old,
the business ventures are new
Em
All your bills are paid,
now how blessed are you?
My bitch trippin',
got me in here sippin' Merlot
why we arguing about her though?
Em
D
We just cool, baby, really nothing to it
F
If you ain't catch me doing
it, then I ain't do it
Your girlfriend say I ain't shit
Them bitches show they true colors
when the paint chips
Em
Them bitches mad they never
feelin' I'll bank slips
D
F
Cause I ain't tryna hear that shit
Harry Potter coat whiter than a dove
Gettin' money feels sweeter
than a mother's love
Em
My mama's a lil' boy sellin' girls
F
Damn, people likin' my blow
28 year olds bought these
potato fanatas
F
Em
Them other niggas pussyfootin',
I just kick it better
F
Em
The goal is to get money,
nigga, nothin' less
F
Em
I never worry about no honeys,
girlie, bees, whatever
They call me a asshole,
shit, I'm gettin' paid
In these New York times,
still dealin' in major
Em
who played me straight
D
F
Bricks in my backpack, the trilogy is
Em
F
Fuck you niggas all in the low
No pause, never pause, still meltin' raw
Em
My flow crack, ain't no metaphor,
powder
I really mean that, diplomats, 0 -4
F
I really mean that, or maybe 0 -3
Em
F
Troyev, F -A -B, Brooklyn, B -S -T
F
Man I'm just out here livin'
F
Em
Sellin' blocks of that white
F
Em
Niggas need to holla at
me for a good price
Outro 1
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Em
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Em
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F
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Em
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Em
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