Tonart: F# minor
Intro 1
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Em
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Em
Verse 1
Em
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yeah, uh
Verse 2
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Sit leaned back (woo), got
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Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer
than a bitch (right)
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Celine bag (woo), got a lot
Em
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of drip (yeah)
Em
D
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer
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than a bitch (that's right)
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Sit leaned back (right), got
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Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer
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Celine bag (yeah), got a lot
of drip (that's right)
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Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than
Em
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Em
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a
(grr)
Verse 3
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Em
yeah
that's right
Em
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Rollin' down the window, got
Verse 4
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two Asians with me (yeah)
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Livin' a fast life, my un cle prayin'
People losin' in this game,
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this shit is fatal to me (yeah)
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See them turnin' on they brothers,
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shit like Fredo to me (woo)
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I just pulled up in the Benz and
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I'm feelin' like the goat (yeah)
Em
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I just woke up on your bitch, I pick 'em eeny,
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miny, moe (that's right)
Em
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I got chips with a lot of drip,
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comin' by the load (yeah)
Em
Prada trench, too legit,
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thirty-thousand dollar dollar coat (grr)
Tiffany give me diamonds,
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that's a different kind of glow (yeah)
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Got bitches like Frankie Lymon, that's a
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different kind of ho (that's right)
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Came a long way, used to try to work at Club
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Monaco (Hoo)
Hittin' the stage, covered in sauce,
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hundred-thousand dollar dollar show (hey)
Em
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Goin' guerrilla, Fergie Ferg that nigga,
She on a nigga,
Em
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Em
wan na get up in my chinchilla flaps (hey)
Em
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E
Em
she ain't got no silicone up in her breasts
I was born to do this shit,
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I see my dad up in the light (yeah)
Verse 5
E
Am
Em
Sit leaned back, got a lot of chips
I'm flyer than a bitch
Em
Celine bag, got a lot of drip
flyer than a bitch
Em
D
E
Sit leaned back, got a lot of chips
Em
E
D
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer
E
Em
than a bitch
D
E
Em
Celine bag, got a lot of drip
E
D
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a
Em
Made a lot of millions
Verse 6
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off
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Pen and Billy on the track,
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Em
we do the same thing (right)
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Rose gold, pink diamonds in
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Em
my ring-ring (yeah)
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Em
D
Got a bitch from Crenshaw an d she
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gang bang (that's right)
Em
Blood walkin' and she listen
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in' to YG (YG)
She scream, "I dare a motherfuck
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a try stop me!" (try to stop)
She a ghetto bitch,
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I fuck her in Versace (in Versace)
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And then I took her to Felipe for shrimp and
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broccoli (shrimp and broccoli)
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Put in work, a nigga lookin'
Diamonds blingin' called me
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Em
Niggas wanna,
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but they cannot copy (cannotcopy)
Em
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I paint the biggest picture but they try
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Em
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Em
to crop me (cannot crop me)
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I'm on a newer level, high-key (yeah)
Em
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Still be walkin' through your block to get
Em
a chopped cheese (C'mon)
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Turn a Honda to a Masi' (yeah)
Em
You my son, my baby boy,
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go get Taraji (hoot hoot, grr)
Verse 7
Am
Em
got a lot of chips
Am
E
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch
D
Em
Celine bag, got a lot of drip
flyer than a bitch
Em
D
E
Em
Sit leaned back, got a lot of chips
E
D
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer
Em
D
E
Em
Celine bag, got a lot of drip
E
D
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a
Outro 1
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