Tonalité : D minor•
Verse 1
Dm
Gm
Dm
Yeah,
skrrt
(M-M-M-Murda)
Verse 2
Dm
Motorsport (yeah), put that thing
in sport (skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like
a cork (pop it, hey)
You a dork (ooh), never been
a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the
court (woo, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup
taste like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?) We didn't
take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama
tears (mama)
Shiftin' gears (shift), on the
Nawf, get serious (serious)
Verse 3
Dm
Face all your fears, then get at me
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Feel like I can fly, yeah
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball (oh), just
so I can flex (flex)
Take the air out the mall,
walk in with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (hey), now she
can't go back (E)
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball
(yeah), just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall
(hey), walk in with the sacks
C
Take the air out your broad (woo,
Dm
woo, woo, E, uh-huh)
Verse 4
Dm
Offset
Uh, the coupe came imported (hey)
F
C
This season's Off-White come
F
Dm
come in snorted (white)
C
Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
F
No human be ing,
Dm
I'm immortal (no)
F
Dm
C
Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)
Dm
Hundred K, I spend on my
señora (racks)
My pinky on margarine,
butter (margarine)
And my ears got McDonald's
nuggets (ayy)
Soon as I land on the Leer
(whew)
Baguettes, they wet,
tears (baguettes)
488, hit the gears (488)
Suicide doors, Britney Spears (oh)
I'm boujee, so,
bitch, don't get near (boujee)
Criss Angel,
make dope disappear (voila)
Hit the gas,
it got flames out the rears (skrrt)
It's a race to the bag,
get the mills (hey)
Verse 5
Dm
Ride the dick like a BMX (skrrt)
No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
I love when he go on tour
'Cause he cums more
when I see him less
I get upset off, I turn Offset on
I told him the other day
Man, we should sell that porn
Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches
I don't wanna hear I'm actin'
different (yeah)
Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me
Is the same lips that be ass
kissin' (facts)
These hoes ain't, what
they say they are
And their pussy stank,
they catfishin' (stank)
Same hoes, that was sendin' shots
They reachin' out like their
back itchin' (woo)
Why would I hop in some
beef (why?)
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
You heard she gon' do
what from who?
That's not a reliable source (no)
So tell me, have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I'm the trap Selena
Dame más gasolina (skrrt)
Verse 6
Dm
Motorsport (yeah), put that thing
in sport (skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her
like a cork (pop it, hey)
You a dork (ooh), never been
a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo,
woo), jumpin' out (uh) the court
Verse 7
Dm
Yo (woo), watch your man then
you should watch your mouth
Bitches is pressed,
administer mouth to mouth
You see them stats,
you know what I am about
I am the champ,
I'm Iron Mike in a bout
Attention, I'ma need you to face front
You don't want smoke with me,
this is a laced blunt
Rap's Jackie Chan,
we ain't pullin' them fake stunts
My crown won't fit on your
bum-ass lace lace fronts (uh)
You bitches catchin' a fade,
shout out my nigga Lil Boosie
All of your friends'll be dead,
you can get hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
Get you a straw, nigga,
you know this pussy is juicy
This Givenchy is custom-made,
now now you can't get it at Saks though
I don't work in no office,
but they copyin' and that's facts though
I ain't tryna be violent,
but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
Get you lined for that paper like a loose
leaf when that strap blow
I'm with a couple bad
bitches that'll rip the party
If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi
Pull up in the space coupe,
I done linked with Marty
I can actually afford to
get a pink Bugatti
"Ayo, Nick, didn't you just
do a hit with Gotti?"
That too, but my niggas send
hits like Gotti
It's a wrap, like the things
on the head of a Saudi
Bb
Dm
Bitch, you my son,
go and sit on the potty (rrrr)
Verse 8
Dm
Brand new Chanels (Chanels) I scuffed 'em
runnin' from 12 (12)
Ain't make no commitment with
none of you bitches
'Cause money is treatin' me well (uh-uh)
If Nicki should show me her titty
Right hand on the Bible,
I swear I won't tell (swear)
If I get to play with that kitty
I wonder how many platinums we gon'
sell (albums)
Pop a Perc and catch a feel (pop one)
Now I cannot feel the wheel (whoa)
My chest bad, give me chills (ice)
And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
Not the watch, but the price on the ice
If you don't know what that is
(huh)
Motorsport, motorville
Abort the mission, that's a kill (pew, pew,
brrt)
Verse 9
Dm
Motorsport (yeah), put that thing
in sport (skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like
a cork (pop it, hey)
You a dork (ooh), never been
a sport (dork, yeah)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out
the court (woo, jump)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup
taste like the fair (cotton)
Straight up there (where?) We didn't
take the stairs (where?)
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama
tears (mama)
Shiftin' gears (shift), on the
Nawf, get serious (yeah)
Verse 10
Dm
Yeah, yeah, I wish my grandma
could see me (grandma)
Dm
Take away pain ain't easy (pain)
Dm
That's why I fire up a
bleezy (fire, yeah)
Niggas not cappin' this
Dm
season (uh-huh)
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