Tonart: D# minor•
Verse 1
Ebm
Nobody pray for me
It's been that day for me
Way (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches
and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits
But now I'm countin' this
Parmesan where my accountant lives
In fact, I'm downin' this
D'usse with my boo bae,
tastes like Kool-Aid for for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo' ass the
world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good,
won't you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you
let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down,
we playin' Tetris
E
Ebm
A.M. To the P.M., P.M. To the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem,
E
Ebm
you just gotta hate 'em, funk
E
Db
Ebm
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season,
I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Abm
Right stroke put lil' baby in a spiral
Cb
Ebm
we like to keep it on a high note
It's levels to it, you and I know
Verse 2
(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
E
Ebm
(Hol' up lil', hol' up lil'
bitch) be humble
(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, lil' bitch)
E
Be humble
hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) bitch, sit down
E
Db
Ebm
Lil' bitch (hol' up,
lil' bitch) be humble
(Hol' up,
E
Db
Ebm
bitch) sit down
Ebm
hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) be humble
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil'
bitch) sit down
E
Cb
(Hol' up lil' bitch) be humble
Ebm
(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
(Hol' up, sit down,
E
Ebm
lil' bitch)
(Sit down, lil' bitch) be humble
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) bitch,
sit down
E
(Hol' up, bitch) be humble
Ebm
(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)
Verse 3
Ebm
Who dat nigga thinkin' that he frontin' on man,
Ebm
Get the fuck off my stage,
Db
Ebm
I'm the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick,
E
Ebm
that ain't right
I make a play fuckin' up
Ebm
I'm so fuckin' sick and
tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin' natural
like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin' natural like ass
with some stretchmarks
Still'll take you down right on your mama's
Cb
Ebm
Gb
Ebm
couch in Polo socks, ayy
This shit way too crazy, ayy
Gb
You do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy
Cb
Obama just paged me, ayy
I don't fabricate it, ayy
Most of y'all be fakin', ayy
Gb
I stay modest 'bout it, ayy
Ebm
She elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian,
Db
Watch my soul speak,
Gb
Cb
you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won't be the alcohol, ayy
Gb
Ebm
I'm the realest nigga after all
Verse 4
(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
(Hol' up lil',
E
Ebm
hol' up lil' bitch) be humble
Ebm
(Hol' up,
Db
Ebm
Cb
bitch) sit down
Cb
(Sit down, lil' bitch)
Be humble
Ebm
E
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) bitch,
Lil' bitch (hol' up,
lil' bitch) be humble
(Hol' up,
E
Db
Cb
bitch) sit down
Ebm
(Hol' up,
E
Ebm
hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) be humble
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil'
bitch) sit down
Ebm
E
(Hol' up lil' bitch) be humble
(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
(Hol' up, sit down,
(Sit down, lil' bitch) be humble
Ebm
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) bitch,
sit down
Ebm
(Hol' up,
(Hol' up, bitch) sit down
(Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)
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