Tonalité : D# minor
Verse 1
Am
A
Somewhere between being him
and being humble I made a bundle,
Jesse
Am
White tumble
Dm
I keep the carry tight,
Am
it varies how they try to compare me
C
It's kinda scary how my life
could be turned to a series
Dm
Bb
A
You see, I made a mansion
out a house on the prairie
Now we own a plantation
Dm
It's crazy all this shit that I bury
Am
Still got my hands in the pot
that made the white man rich
A
Am
Right hand on a stack of
books and a pinesaw killer
With a lighter and some
Lysol spray
Feed a might all,
A
Am
bitch niggas get they dot
one day
Dm
That's they bylaws,
Am
a little under a million
Cash stashed in a drywall
Gotta air seal it, don't let bygones
be bygones
When it come to top five, I feel like
Dylon,
Dylon,
Dylon,
Dylon
In love with the sound of puttin'
A
Am
leather in the nylon
Dm
Am
And oversized lips, givin' kisses to my dick
Bb
36 in the waist with a 40 on a clip
A laser and a light,
John
Dm
Wickham if he diss me
Am
Sayin' they could ever
test the guard, nigga
Miss me with that shit, shit
Drop your glasses, ass in abundance
A
Am
Dm
Just give her lil' money for the summer
C
Am
She just want a winner for a n***a
A check for her social
Dm
You know you gotta prove it to her sinner,
C
lil' mama
Bb
Drop your glasses, ass in abundance
Dm
Just give her lil' money for the summer
C
Am
She just want a winner for a n***a
A check for her social
C
You know you gotta prove it to her sinner,
lil' mama
Am
Good and evil, right or wrong,
I can't never call it
They say the murderers are fathers
with the pretty daughters
I heard champions and men,
that's how they word, ain't it?
Dm
C
So how pussy turn a nigga to a alcoholic?
Bb
I keep hands on ass that
came from they mama
And the squats from
Dm
C
they functioning in pumps
Am
While they dumping in a crowd,
type of tension that she want
C
Roll a blunt up on some brows,
she been feeling like she want
Am
Studying her chakra, laying in the sun
A
Am
Heavy on the water out the way,
but never run
She don't like her legs to shake,
but can't control it when she come
All from coming over sober,
but she nasty when she drunk
A
I'm a magic,
Am
you just gotta get me passionate
Sweating through the satin sheets,
Dm
we gon' flip a mattress though
C
Am
Put sex in the atmosphere, call her
Dr.
Papi
Smear
I'm hoping I rap it clear,
Bb
Am
tell me how you want it lil' mama
Drop your glasses, ass in abundance
Dm
Just give her a lil' money for the summer
C
Am
Uh, she just want a winner for a nigga
Uh, check for her social
C
Know you gotta prove it to a sinner,
lil' mama
Bb
Drop your glasses, ass in abundance
Just give her a money for the summer
C
Am
Uh, she just want a winner for a nigga
Uh, check for her social
C
You know you gotta prove it to a sinner,
Outro 1
lil' mom
Am
Dm
Bb
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