Tonalité : A major
Verse 1
G
Em
C
Hey y 'all,
Em
G
Bugatti boys, you know what it is, breathe bitch,
breathe, breathe bitch, breathe
Em
Hello, good morning,
Jerry with the lick reed
My cup full, blowin' on that good weed
My bitch bad, tryna get a gypsy
And all black haters better miss me
My bitch ride better than most rappers
Here's a rose, they toast to those rappers
I don't smoke no tobacco,
but I smoke the most rappers
I got big tips for the waitress,
bitch I got very little patience
All the bitches dippin' by the
Carlo, you may wanna get
a different auto
Deep down your main chick even wanna come,
C
Em
everybody know my name
G
C
I'm number one, I'm number one
G
Em
We the one in this bitch,
G
now they understand why I'm burnin' this shit
Em
From the bottom, to the top,
I keep fallin'
G
Em
Till I drop and I never won't stop
I'm number one in this bitch,
G
now they understand
Why I'm runnin' this shit
Em
From the bottom, to the top,
I keep fallin'
G
Em
Till I drop and I never won't stop
I'm number one in this bitch,
G
now they understand
Em
Why I'm runnin' this shit
G
Em
C
Ay yo, you know what this is
You ain't never seen
G
Em
niggas like this
C
Em
Yo, sit down, bitch, let me talk to
I'm the first one to cut a
new phantom in half
First white two -seater down
Fifth
Ave
First one to write a check
in the earthquake
Same motherfucker that'll
make the earth shake
Long money,
only way to make the earth spin
Your girlfriend caught up in my whirlwind
G
Used to move white girl out in
Maryland
Em
G
Now my girlfriend's blonde like
Marilyn
Em
We number one,
we get mad more paper
G
Ain't nothin' like bad boy paper
C
G
Em
G
C
G
We ain't never missed lesson
Em
G
Em
G
Em
G
Em
G
Em
I'm a gang member,
my gang car
Bugatti boys, that's your main broad
The streets cold, my wrist numb I do it big,
that's my income
The bigger I get, the more you deflate
My niggas still dope at a rebate
Spit flows like it's freebase
All the folks I can erase
I think I may need goggles
On my bar, do sparkle
I'm the only one she obey
Cause there's only one
G
Rose
C
G
Em
I bless the lonely, bless the greed
G
Then I say a prayer,
God bless the
C
G's
Em
I'm number one in this bitch,
G
Em
now they understand why I'm running this shit
You can say I'm on some new shit,
I be number one and you niggas can get the deuces
Maybach music, play it in the
Coupes,
Rick
Rose,
Trey's so stupid
Tryna find your girl,
but I probably made her lose it,
Body so tight and I know
she get the loosest
Virginia to the whole world,
you can get my old girl,
Catch me in
G
Miami, bout four girls, tall girl
Em
I'm hot, holla at me when
the summer done,
Never been where I'm coming from,
G
C
G
Em
G
number one
C
G
Em
I'm number one in this bitch
G
Now they understand why
I'm running this
shit
Em
From the bottom to the top
I be ballin'
G
Till I drop and I'm never gonna stop
Em
I'm number one in this bitch
G
Now they understand why
Em
I'm running this shit
C
Em
This week I'm number one in this bitch
G
Now they understand why
I'm running this shit
Em
From the to the top
G
We here, we ain't goin'
nowhere
Em
I'm champion, I'm never gon' stop
I'm number one in this bitch
G
Now they understand why
I'm runnin' this shit
Em
This shit
Bugatti boys
G
Now they understand why
I'm runnin' this shit
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