Tonalité : B minor•
Verse 1
F#m
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me
Verse 2
It's Q Money, ain't shit
F#m
I like my money real neat,
just like I like all my freaks
You said you're fucking with me,
Imma just sip my lil tea
She let me fuck her for free,
she charged your ass a fee
Fuck her on top of the cover,
then I still change the sheets
Wrist cost a quarter key
My wrist cost a quarter key
I keep the gang with me,
'Cause they goin' bang
for me (Keep goin!)
I show my ass out in public,
You'd do the same shit if
you came from nothing
I made it out, niggas say i got lucky,
I'm doin' my thing, only god can judge me
Verse 3
F#m
My teachers done fucked me, but
now they wanna fuck me
I'm stunting', I keep me some
bands in the duffle
(That's Louis V!)
When I was trappin',
I didn't touch nothing
My lil niggas servin' for me on the huff
Verse 4
F#m
Bitch I'm on fire,
these hoes wanna puff me
Saint Laurent shades
got me feeling like Puffy
Ain't it ironic that hoe called me ugly
Now ain't it ironic that bitch
Em
F#m
wanna fuck me
She wanna suck me
I'm gettin' money
I been sayin' ain't shit funny
I get that bag and I blow that
Say you get money then show that
This is Q money not Kodak
Verse 5
Watch where you brinin' your hoe at
F#m
I like my money real neat,
just like I like all my freaks
You said you're fucking with me,
Em
Imma just sip my lil tea
F#m
She let me fuck her for free,
she charged your ass a fee
Fuck her on top of the cover,
then I still change the sheets
Wrist cost a quarter key
My wrist cost a quarter key
I keep the gang with me,
'Cause they goin' bang
for me (Keep goin!)
I show my ass out in public,
You'd do the same shit if
you came from nothing
I made it out, niggas say i got lucky,
I'm doin' my thing,
Verse 6
only god can judge me
F#m
I used to trap out the corner store
I put the grams on the stove
I know some bitches that
play with their nose
Most of my niggas still servin'
that dough
When I was servin' fiends blew up my phone
I blew up the pack, I made that shit back
Pull up to the trap or wherever I'm at
Don't bring your phone out when
I'm servin' this pack (For real!)
I hit from the back,
she gon' get attached
Why?
'Cause my dick just like crack
I look like I dress, I smell like a sack
Em
Why? Cause I got them racks
F#m
Hit the club popping, Moet,
(Yeah!)
Hit the strip club and throw it (Yeah!)
You got dope then smoke it (Yeah!)
I'm still pistol totin' (Yeah!)
Momma told me stay focused
(Yeah!)
Everybody know I'm chosen
(Yeah!)
Most of these hoes be bogus
(Yeah!)
'Cause they don't cop
that Lotus (Yeah!)
Pour Champagne on my Rollie, (Yeah!)
Dress in all black,
but I'm still holy (Yeah!)
Niggas ain't tough we expose
em (Yeah!)
Nigga, you ain't tough
we expose em (Yeah!)
Verse 7
F#m
I like my money real neat, just like I like
all my freaks
You said you're fucking with me,
Em
Imma just sip my lil tea
F#m
She let me fuck her for free,
she charged your ass a fee
Fuck her on top of the cover,
then I still change the sheets
Wrist cost a quarter key
My wrist cost a quarter key
I keep the gang with me
'Cause they goin' bang
for me (Keep goin!)
I show my ass out in public
You'd do the same shit if
you came from nothing
I made it out, niggas say i got lucky,
I'm doin' my thing,
only god can judge me
Outro 1
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F#m
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