Kunci: F minor
Intro 1
Em
C#m
Em
C
Em
C#m
C
Em
C#m
F#sus4
Em
C#m
F#sus4
Em
C
Em
Verse 1
Em
Huh
Moved to Miami and copped
me a boat (boat)
Hope my fiends don't stop
doin' coke (coke)
Bitch, I'm a champ,
on top of the ropes (ropes)
New Louis V's every time I tote (tote)
Nine millimeter every time I tote
I do all this shit without a stylist
I got money, never went to college
I got all my cars without the mileage
Verse 2
Em
F
I can't fuck on these ratchet- ass bitches
Em
She 'bout to fuck the whole hood
I been stackin' these
hundreds inside the safe
So all my niggas know I'm good
keep it all in the TEC
Em
Got the shooters on the side
with bazookas in the back
Got a whole Amiri jean collection
And I ain't choosin' shit,
this shit was destiny
Bitch, I cooked the water
without the recipe
And the feds and the cops
ain't got no heart
How they gon' take my lil'
cousin upstate?
He was whippin' to give
all his children a start
D
Em
Playin' with that water,
gotta be a shark
Swimmin' with the fishes,
duckin' from the narcs
Thirteen, posted middle of the park
Verse 3
If you see an opp, gotta let it spark
Em
F
Moved to Miami and copped
Hope my fiends don't stop
doin' coke (coke)
Bitch, I'm a champ,
on top of the ropes (ropes)
New Louis V's every time I tote (tote)
F
Nine millimeter every time I tote
Em
I do all this shit without a stylist
I got money, never went to college
I got all my cars without
Verse 4
the mileage
Bm
Em
Three- five or bet ter whenever I smoke
I see 'em doin' it, but I do the most
I'ma do for the bro 'fore
I do it for a ho
All this money that's comin',
I'll do it for 'em both
They ain't runnin' with me,
nowhere near close
Shit be crazy what they'll
do for a post
D
Em
You'll go viral, but it won't be no joke
I got power and I move like a ghost
F
In a 'Rari doin' one- sixty,
controllin' it
them folks gotta notice me
I'm an artist, to the street,
this shit poetry
Real trapper,
never did nothin' fraudulent
F
Send them boxes coast to coast
Bro, just focus on yourself,
you can buy the bitch
In Miami for a week, catchin'
vibes and shit
We got baddies on the boat
gettin' hot and shit
G6 make that shit come up out of me
Pink slips to the car if I'm drivin' it
No withdrawals, only deposit it
100K cash stuffed in my pockets
I'ma show these niggas
how they should pop it
Forbes list, I'm tryna get on the top of it
I walk in,
they start switchin' the topic up
I feel any kind of threat and
Verse 5
I'm poppin' up
Em
Moved to Miami and copped
me a boat (boat)
Hope my fiends don't stop
doin' coke (coke)
Bitch, I'm a champ,
on top of the ropes (ropes)
New Louis V's every time I tote (tote)
Nine millimeter every time I tote
I do all this shit without a stylist
I got money, never went to college
I got all my cars without the
Outro 1
mileage
Em
F
Em
F
Em
Bm
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