Tonart: Bb minor
Intro 1
Gm
A
Dm
Dm
Verse 1
Gm
A
The mandem too inconsiderate
Dm
Five-star hotels smoking cigarette
Mixin' codeine up with the phenergan
Gm
She got thick but she wanna get thin again
A
Drinkin' apple cider vinegar
Wearin' Skim
Dm
'cause she wanna be Kim and 'em
Uh, alright
I know that you're bad, stop actin'
Gm
innocent
A
We ain't got generational wealth
Bb
It's only a year that I've had these millions
F
My whip could've been in the Tokyo Drift
Gm
'cause it's fast and furious
A
I went from the Toyota Yaris to Urus
They had their chance but blew it
Dm
Now this gyal want me in her uterus
Chorus 1
Fuck it, I'm rich, let's do it
Gm
Take a look at these diamonds wrong
A
It's a life of squitin', can't just stare
Dm
With bae through thick and thin
She already thick, so I'm halfway there
Gm
Brown and bad
A
Couldn't change my mind, I was halfway there
Dm
F
One hundred meters, huh
I just put nine gyal in a Sprinter
Gm
(uh)
A
One hundred eaters
Bb
They won't fit in one SUV (nah)
F
Gm
S-O-S, somebody rescue me
I got too many gyal,
A
too many-many gyal, I got
Dm
They can last me the next two weeks (uh, huh)
Verse 2
Alright, like send the address through
Gm
A
(please) SUV, the outside white
Dm
The inside brown like Michael Jack
More time man build a line and trap
Gm
Spend like I don't even like my stack
A
Pistol came on a Irish ferry
Dm
Let go and it sound like a tap dance
The way that I ball
No yellow, the ref have to give me
a black card
Gm
Who did what we're doin' with rap?
A
Man couldn't sell out his show
Bb
after all them years of doin' the cap
F
Sprinter, two gyal in a van
Gm
Inter, two man in Milan
A
Heard one of my tings datin' P. Diddy
Dm
Need twenty percent of whatever she bags
Verse 3
Outside, my head in my hands
Gm
A
I told her my name is Cench
Dm
She said "no, the one on your birth certificate"
Your boyfriend ran from that diamond test
Gm
'Cause they weren't legitimate (nah)
A
Dm
She Turkish-Cypriot but her curves Brazilian
I want her and bro wants her
Gm
A
(affiliate) I'm cheap, still hit a chick like
Bb
"yo, can I borrow your Netflix?"
She a feminist, she think I'm sexist
F
Twistin' my words, I think she dyslexic
Gm
Give me my space, I'm intergalactic
A
Dm
Before I give you my Insta password
I'll give you the pin to my AmEx
Verse 4
Huh, alright
Gm
A
This ain't stainless steel, it's platinum
Dm
Dinner table, I got manners, huh
T-shirt tucked in, napkin
Gm
"Still loadin'" that's the caption
A
I've only amounted a minimal fraction
Dm
Eat good, I got indigestion
Bare snow in my hood, no Aspen
Gm
Can't get rid of my pain with Aspirin
A
Dave just came in a Aston, I'm makin' that
Bb
Maybach Music (Maybach Music)
F
They're tryna insult my intelligence,
Gm
sometimes I may act stupid
A
I never went Uni, I been on a campus
Dm
selling cocaine to students
If bro let the drumstick beat
Then something gon' leak,
Chorus 2
we ain't playin' exclusives
Gm
Take a look at these diamonds wrong
A
It's a life of squitin', can't just stare
Dm
With bae through thick and thin
She already thick, so I'm halfway there
Gm
Brown and bad
A
Couldn't change my mind, I was halfway there
Dm
F
One hundred meters, huh
I just put nine gyal in a Sprinter
Gm
(uh)
A
One hundred eaters
Bb
They won't fit in one SUV (nah)
F
Gm
S-O-S, somebody rescue me
I got too many gyal,
A
too many-many gyal, I got
Dm
They can last me the next two weeks (uh, huh)
Verse 5
Alright, like send the address through
Gm
(please) Fire for a wife beater
A
Can't rock with that, I ain't wearin' a vest
Dm
Man have to send her therapy
She got a E cup bra, a lot on her chest
Gm
I'm in Jamaica, Oracabess'
A
Hit a lick, went Cash Converters
Dm
That don't work, it's pawn, no chess
I'm doin' more and talkin' less
Gm
I love chillin' with broke bitches
Man book one flight and they all impressed
Bb
I'm in the G63
F
The car hug me like a friend
through twist and turns
Gm
Man livin' for nyash and dyin' for nyash,
A
it's fucked
Don't know which one's worse,
Dm
I'm fucked
Bags in his and hers
Verse 6
What's hers is hers, what's mine is too
Gm
Heard that girl is a gold digger
A
It can't be true if she dated you
Dm
AP baby blue, paper's pink
I'd probably hate me too
Gm
You ever spent six figures
A
and stared at bae like
"Look what you made me do"?
Dm
Yeah, (alright) started with a Q,
didn't wait in line
Gm
Weird, I'm askin' my Blasian one
A
"Why you so focused on your Asian side?"
Bb
I know that the jack boys pray
F
that they get to the clubs and Dave's inside
Gm
A
Dm
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