Tonart: A major
Verse 1
F
Eb
F
Cm
F
Uh,
uh, uh, uh,
Eb
F
yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh
Bb
I was swirling through
Queens, fully groomed bands
Searching for the butter through my
Cartier lens
System, banging out nothing but the blends
On the digital
Star
Tech, rap it to my men's
Ebm
And I spotted the most exotic,
Rachel, half
Holly
Bb
My twinsie is in slow -mo,
prepped up nice and slow
Breathin' on my ice so
it shine real nice
Crease my skypiece, lay back in my seat
Right near
Bainsley
Projects on the backstreet
Her name was
F
Keisha, full of street knowledge
but she planned to go to college
Ebm
Eb
Starin' at my ice,
She lived on
Southside,
Supreme
Teen
Zone
Bb
Honey got flavor and
it just don't stop
Do she want me for me,
or me for my rocks?
Eb
you just make me hot, hot, hot
F
I like your rocks, rocks, rocks,
they make me hot, hot, hot
Eb
Baby boy don't stop, stop, stop,
Ebm
you keep me hot, hot, hot
Eb
I'ma take you all you got
Baby girl just stop, stop,
Bb
She slid up in my whip like the queen of
New
F
York
City
Island to eat shrimp and chalk
Tossed up my keys to this valet cab
F
Bb
I glanced at the fatty,
I'ma see about that
Eb
Ebm
We blazed in the spizz -out like
Clyde
F
Shoo -bee -doo -bee -hizz -out,
I'm feelin' the vibe
Bb
Copped the booth for some
video type
Knowin' all along how
F
hot these kinda nights get
Bb
F
Uh, I gotta write where I wanna
Bb
F
Reality bout to creep up on her
Bb
Stroke her softly, gently with my
G
F
While the light reflects off my I -C -E
Ebm
Eb
F
Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer
Lights too bright, here's a grant,
make it dimmer
Bb
I kept frontin' and I just couldn't stop
I don't mind spinnin' paper when
it's lookin' that hot
Eb
you just make me hot, hot, hot
F
I like your rocks, rocks, rocks,
they make me hot, hot, hot
Eb
Ebm
Eb
Baby boy, don't stop, stop, stop,
Ebm
you keep me hot, hot, hot
I'ma take over all you got
Eb
Ebm
Baby girl, just stop, stop,
Eb
stop, check yourself
Sammy
Bb
She pulled down her straps
to her dress
Greased in the
Prada, sparked up
F
Bb
Bangin' some
F
Wu -Tang, feelin' the scat neft
Eb
Ebm
She said, yo, would you ever
F
sell yourself for chips
and give up
God to push wits?
Bb
Never met some spiritual
down to my bone.
Bbm
Bb
Why you take the convo in that zone?
She said, I would do anything for
C -notes.
Get to
Copman
F
Coats.
DGs, drop to my knee.
Talking in my face,
breath smelling like cheese.
Ebm
I asked her, shorty,
F
you degrade yourself just to throw
a little bit of ice on your shelf?
Bb
You're turning me off.
F
Bb
I can't lie.
Keisha said, why?
how can a man respect that?
F
then he could wreck that
Ice is the price for an overnight wife
A true shot caller don't want that in his life
Eb
To all you n****s that
Ebm
F
You need to put the hookah vibes on hold
F
Keisha, she working on the stroll
Eb
F
Dead ain't broke,
but her pimp got mad
Bb
Your girl makes me hot, hot, hot
Your chicks make me hot, hot, hot
I like your rocks, rocks, rocks
They make me hot, hot, hot
Ebm
Baby boy, don't stop, stop, stop
F
You keep me hot, hot, hot
Bb
I'ma take you all you got
Baby girl, just stop, stop, stop
F
Your clock makes me hot, hot, hot
Eb
You just make me hot, hot, hot
F
I like your rocks, rocks, rocks
They make me hot, hot, hot
Eb
Baby boy, don't stop, stop, stop
Ebm
You keep me hot, hot, hot
I'ma take you all you got
Baby girl, just stop, stop, stop
F
Bb
It just makes me hot, hot, hot
It just makes me hot, hot, hot
I like your rocks, rocks, rocks
They make me hot, hot,
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