Tonalité : C minor•
Intro 1
Cm
Bbm
Fm
Cm
Fm
Cm
Verse 1
Cm
A sucker,
a lame, a buster, it's a shame
All these niggas runnin'
round throwin' dirt
Up in the game
Not me, not me, not me,
Fm
not me, not me, not
Bbm
Fm
Cm
Me I'm more like a traveler, a
Fm
Cm
G, fifty thousand
On the
P
Maybe askin' what it look like money
Fm
Cm
That's me, that's me, that's me, that's me, that's me,
Fm
Cm
that's me, now that's me, that's me, that's me
I'm your certified straight cut,
gator on the jeans
Call me greasy freak,
lagazi, cuz I cater, cut the key
Cop rides, you gotta be shaky,
probably takin' four to dig
Fm
And how the fuck you not, cuz bodies blow,
Cm
the trowel, you home in three
Activate the auto- start, snatch the
Glock, roll the weed
I was hittin' it on the toilet,
fuckin' round and broke the scene
Yeah, the brakes are good, hardy,
cuz it compliment the steering
I'm supposed to be the
nigga bangin' out
Alicia
Keys
Fuckin' pockets full of fifties on his back,
it like security
Rockin' in the
A with
Big
Cat, now they hear me
Yaks mix with
Carti, shit, fuckin' up my clarity
Fm
Chokin' 20,000 freaks,
Cm
stented on a parakeet
Block in the hood, hot sizzle like
Tariko beats
Watch a motherfucker pop that
ass and throw the heat
I'm the nigga bottom line,
document it, get money
Fm
Yeah, I got it, but I want it,
Cm
listen, motherfucker, run it
A sucker, a lame, I bust this, it's shame
All these niggas runnin' round
throwin' dirt up in the game
Not me, not me, not me,
Fm
not me, not me, not me
Bbm
Cm
I'm more like a traveler, a
G, 50,000 on the please
Maybe askin' what it look like money
Fm
Cm
That's me, that's me, that's me,
that's me, that's me, that's me
Fm
Cm
Now that's me, that's me,
that's me
Fourteen, dead drunk in the house party
They lobby up,
Fm
Cm
Fm
they busted in a half a house on me
Cm
Mama man loves her mother,
daddy let him be
Fm
Cm
Gucci man raised me to be a straight- up
G
Now my daddy hustled hard,
but he lost some liquor
Fm
Cm
Fm
And my momma wanna leave him,
Cm
but she love the n***a
Everything kinda changed
when I turned sixteen
Fm
Cm
Got the old- school regal with
the chrome accolades
Like a new- born baby,
man, that bitch clean
But the motor fucked up
Fm
and the transmission
Cm
And it's knocking down
the street with the 415s
In
Fm
Cm
Mc Donald's parking lot, straight whipping
At a bank, head bouncin',
four hoes run me
Fm
Hit the happy, give me two dimes for a tea
Cm
And my mottos, get rich by all means
Fm
In the trout country, wow,
she was just my dream
Cm
A sucker, a lame, a busta, it's a shame
Fm
Cm
Fm
All these niggas runnin' round
Cm
throwin' dirt up in the game
Fm
Not me, not me, not me, not me, not me,
Bbm
Fm
not me, not me, I'm all like
Cm
A travel, a
Cm
G, 50,000 on it please
Maybe ask what it look like money
Cm
That's me, that's me, that's me, that's me, that's me,
Cm
that's me, now that's me, that's me, that's me
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