Tonalité : E minor
Intro 1
Em
Verse 1
Em
I,
I, I can't let go of these drug habits
Got a lil' ho throwin' love at me
Your baby daddy,
he ain't nothin' like me
I'ma bottle that n***a up,
drug at him
B
Em
Stand on the couch in the club, actin'
Throw half the bag, can't let the club have
it
We do not follow no rules,
B
you gotta excuse
Em
She tryna lay up, but I'm tryna leave
As soon as she give me my money, okay
I fuck her then pay her, cause
I'm tryna get in them
P's
I send her hoes straight where she stay
B
But I treat her well,
Em
cause shawty a hustler for real
She ran up a third of her day
B
This shit finna sell as soon
as it come off the scale
Em
And no, it's not up for debate
Walk in the mall with a little okay
I love them all, I'm a pimp, okay
Call me a dog,
give a kiss on the face
Cause I'm never gon' change,
too stuck in my way
B
Em
B
Em
Stuck in the studio, missin' my play
College tuition, spent that on a chain
B
They can put salt and some
Em
dirt on my name
B
But I open fire, no duck in the flame
Em
Still out here hustlin',
you can't tell me nothin'
I'm still out here thuggin',
no question, okay
Play me, up it, I up it, I bust it
I don't ask no questions or nothin', okay
B
She leave emojis all up in my
Em
DM, I guess
That she tryna come fuck me, okay
B
Been doin' this shit since a kid
Em
I gotta admit, I got a lil' rusty, okay
I can't let go of these drug habits
Got a lil' ho throwin' love at me
Your baby daddy,
B
he ain't nothin' like me
Em
I'ma baller that nigga up, drug addict
Stand on the couch in the club, actin'
Throw half the bag,
B
Em
can't let the club have it
B
We do not follow no rules,
Em
you gotta excuse the way that my thugs act
She tryna lay up, but I'm tryna leave as
soon as she give me my money, okay
I fuck her then pay her, cause
I'm tryna get in them
P's
I send her hoes straight where she stay
But I treat her well,
Am
Em
cause shawty a hustler for real
Am
Em
She ran up a third of her day
B
This shit finna sell as soon
as it come off the scale
Em
And no, it's not up for debate
Fell down bad, but it good,
cause I'm good
Yeah, a n***a was saved by the bells,
okay
Ran in the house,
but the chop brought him out
Yeah, the bullets was goin' through like nails,
okay
B
Vacance to the bag, no smell, okay
Em
Hunnid in the bag, I don't need no bank
Am
Em
Quit hoes in the car, don't leave no paint I'm high as hell,
can't need much thank, okay
Flew out of town, I didn't have my five
But I walked two times
square with a shank
They jotting down,
they taking some notes
Trying to be like my kind,
but them niggas can't
Took me some time,
but got me some rank
Keep getting fly, I'm fly as a plane
B
Cannot compare,
Em
cause we not the same
B
Em
Bitch, you getting high, but I ain't getting paid
I can't let go of these drug habits
Got a lil ho throwing love at me
Your baby daddy,
B
he ain't nothing like me
Em
I'ma bottle that nigga up, drug at him
Stand on the couch in the club acting
B
Throw hell to bed, can't let the club have it
We do not follow no rules,
Em
you gotta excuse the way that my thugs act
She tryna lay up, but I'm tryna leave as
soon as she give me my money, okay
I fuck her then pay her, cause
I'm tryna get in them
P's
I send her hoes straight where she stay
Bsus4
But I treat her well,
B
Em
cause shawty a hustler for real
Am
Em
She ran up a third of her day
B
This shit finna sell as soon
Em
as it come off the scale
And no, it's not up for debate
I ain't no fuckin' friend
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