Tonart: D minor
Verse 1
Am
F
E
Yes,
Am
F
E
what it look like Alc'?
Am
F
I'm tryin' to show the niggas man
E
It's that Street Fam man,
Street fi- di- di- di- damn
Verse 2
Em
E
Am
we dalmatian doggy deep (Yes)
Dm
E
And fly with the tongue, so if you feeling froggy,
Dm
Kermit, you better think
Am
F
Don't get murdered over your
E
song before you ad- lib it
Am
Dm
I pop up like Xzibit, but given
Am
Dm
Not to put no fucking fish
tanks in your Civic
Am
Dm
Fuck getting your ride pimped, you'll get hog- tied,
E
wimp
Am
F
E
Have you in the trunk curled
Am
up like fried shrimp
Dm
It's been a good year,
Em
Am
maybe I should ride blimp
Dm
'Cause your boy just stay
Am
Dm
Em
They tryna tag him, spray a brother frame
E
Am
F
E
But your shots can't reach me,
Am
I'm way above your aim
Verse 3
F
Am
Take this family for a joke,
Dm
E
play them Wayan brother games
Am
F
And I'ma Git You Sucka, I be
E
schemin' with this Keenan
Dm
Aimin' with this Damon,
E
I'm putting that Major Payne in
Am
Dm
My Little Man is on ya,
Em
E
Marlon and Shawn ya
Am
Dm
Lay the beef on his noodle,
Em
Am
make some Luger lasagna
Dm
Forty Cal fettuccine, trey
Em
E
pound pas ta
Am
F
E
You reach for this medallion,
Am
E
Am
you must like Italian, nigga
Dm
You only see me pushing if the
Em
E
Am
driver's tired (Yes!)
Dm
I work the S6 ever since
Em
E
Am
the 5 retired
E
they say it's Ocean Drive- inspired
Dm
So you can call a cab once
Em
Am
your bitch fall for Fab
Verse 4
Dm
Uhh, I get money like
Am
Dm
a mo' fucker
F
Am
Shades darker than a bitch but I can see
Dm
Am
I got everything, you got nothing
Dm
F
E
F
But you ain't
Dm
Ohh, I'm gettin' money
Am
Dm
like a mo'fucker
Am
Yeah, money you ain't never see
Dm
Am
F
Yeah, I got everything, you got nothing
E
Am
But you ain't got nothing on me
Dm
I'm on the grind 'til
Verse 5
Am
With that pistol on my side,
Dm
Em
boy, don't be dumb
Am
Dm
Or, I let that semi twirl you,
F
now you can follow the drip
Am
F
E
Am
'Cause one shot outta the
E
Am
clip'll jheri curl ya (Ooh)
Dm
Leave you sloppy like seconds,
Am
obey me like peasants
Dm
Am
Or get opened up like presents, please
Dm
My young boys wildin' for respect
F
Am
F
E
Slit your throat, have you smiling with your neck,
Dm
My dough's a bit longer,
Em
E
Am
my flow is just slaughter (Yep!)
Dm
My wrist look like frozen
Am
Dm
So tell me boys, tell me boys,
F
who you think you messin' with?
E
I get money out the ass,
Am
E
Am
that's some expensive shit (Ill!)
Dm
Haven't you all heard? (What?) Y'all
Dm
I stick toothpicks (Where?) in y'all
Em
Am
F
hors d' oeuvres
Verse 6
(What else?) Octopus
Am
(What else?) Oysters
Dm
Chump! I got my eye on your
Dm
I have her lick me up (Up!) and then
Am
wipe me down (Down!)
Dm
She told me you's a nag,
E
She told me I'm a blast,
Am
E
Am
I'm a stud (Damn!)
Dm
She told me you be beastin', you
Em
E
Am
be checkin' for the burns
Dm
So I gave her knee pads for
F
Am
the rug (Haha!)
Dm
It's Skull Gang from the
Em
chain to the lifestyle
E
Am
F
E
You surfboard dudes get wiped out,
Am
totally
Dm
Uhh,
Verse 7
I'm getting money like
Am
Dm
a mo'fucker
Am
Shades darker than a bitch but I can see
Dm
Em
Am
F
I got everything, you got nothing
E
Em
But you ain't got nothing
Am
Dm
on me
Ohh, I'm gettin' money like
Am
Dm
a mo'fucker
Am
Yeah, money you ain't never see
Dm
Em
Yeah, I got everything,
Dm
Am
F
you got nothing
Em
Am
But you ain't got nothing on me
Verse 8
four- get you
Am
Like the number after one,
Dm
now you gotta have a baby
F
Em
My money don't folds nor bends,
Am
Mercedes
Dm
Maybach, grey- black
Am
Dm
And I got a .44 and a 'K, like eight stacks
Em
Am
Fuck your city and your town,
Am
F
Take that! No, better yet,
E
Em
E
Am
like Diddy "Take that"
Dm
Wait rats, I hate rats,
Em
Am
I clean 'em out like Ajax
Verse 9
fax machine,
Em
Am
asaneen
Dm
Damn I mean asinine, I'm dapper don,
Am
F
Em
There will be nine, damn I mean,
there will be none
Am
Em
Am
I will be one, of the greatest
Dm
things you've ever felt
Em
Am
You've ever seen, or heard,
Dm
Car- ter, Har- vard, y'all scared
Am
Dm
Em
Not me, not I, call me Young Popeye
Am
F
Tell Bluto I'm a nuno,
Em
E
Am
I bring RAL to your fu neral
Dm
Damn I mean funeral, funerol, you say tomato,
Dm
You say get 'em, I say got 'em,
yeah I got 'em
Am
Dm
Man, you better keep payin' me
'cause you don't want my problems
Am
F
Em
I be wildin' like Capital One,
E
Am
what is in your wallet?
Dm
You fly, but what is it to pilot?
Am
Dm
Weezy, I'm at the top,
foot up in your bottom
Am
Dm
Em
F
Huh, damn I mean, foot up in your ass
Am
F
Em
I kick that shit now gon' put
Am
Em
it in the trash (Deezle!)
Verse 10
Uhh, I'm gettin' money
like a mo'fucker
Dm
Shades darker than a bitch but I can see
Am
I got everything, you got nothing
F
Dm
But you ain't got nothing on me
Am
Yeah, I'm gettin' money like
a mo'fucker
Yeah, money you'll never see
Yeah, uh, uh
Verse 11
And you ain't got nothing on me
Yeah, I'm gettin' money
like a mo'fucker
Shades darker than a bitch but I can see
I got everything, you got nothing
But you ain't got nothing on me
Yeah, I'm gettin' money
like a mo'fucker
Yeah, big money nigga
Big money nigga, big money nigga
Yeah, and you ain't got nothin' on me
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