Tonalité : C minor
Verse 1
F
Go, bitch, bitch, go, bitch,
Am
bitch, go, bitch
F
Am
Who that boy?
Poppin', show stoppin'
Bitch, go to hell,
that's how I'm rockin'
They ain't wanna show
F
no love to the boy
Am
Ain't wanna hook the boy
But now I'm up, they turn around like,
who the fuck the boy?
Bitch, don't text me,
talkin' out your neck, boy
G
Am
Please don't let me get near your bitch,
boy
G
Am
But she gon' sex me, call
Gm
Becky up, we gon' go
G
F
and buy a boat
Am
Bitch, I like jet skis,
I like gettin' money,
G
Am
makin' shorties come and neck me
I like drinkin' 40s
G
Am
with my motherfuckin' besties
Talkin' bout he know me,
G
Am
boy, he know he never met me
More money, more problems,
but that money got me right
Happened overnight, boy, got a name,
G
made him wanna fight
Am
My style so nice, who couldn't like me?
G
The ones who ain't on my team,
Am
these rap pers copyridin'
G
They music don't excite me,
Am
boy, I hear the same shit
Different niggas, same style
and don't compare me to these rappers
when they money counterfeit
G
Am
Real recognize real
G
and I don't see a lot of it
Am
I got 99 problems
G
and ain't one of em a bitch
Am
That should let you niggas know
that I ain't worried bout shit, nigga
G
Am
I remember life was simple
with a little 9 to 5
G
Am
Tryna stride just so I can
book the studio time
G
Am
Cinco told me everybody gonna
know bout Mike Dimes
G
Am
Now I hear my music playing
while I'm working part time
G#m
Am
Who that be?
G#m
Am
Double M -O -G, hottest in the streets
G
Yeah that's me,
Am
I'm the man that your father tryna be
G
Who that be?
Am
I'm the nigga that your
daughter tryna see
G
Who that be?
Am
I'm the rapper that your
brother wanna feed from
I earn my three stripes
like a nigga join the deep
G
Am
Does my number and my A
can only reach me through a beeper
G
Am
I know they talkin' bout me
cuz they know I'm not gon' speak
G
Am
Real ballers know to never throw
the ball into the bleachers
I'm hot lil' nigga,
everybody tryna hit my line
G
Tryna talk, can't waste my time
Am
Make niggas wrap my lines
These hoes just want my shine
G
Am
They don't even know about me
G
but they say they love my guns
Am
But I do the same shit
G#m
Just to get between them thighs
Am
Bitch, I'm poppin' my cover
Am
in my story like a logo
Johnny Stockton, a Trinitopic,
it's so ironic
These hoes was just tryna call my ass toxic
But everything changed
Outro 1
when them labels started plottin'
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