Tonalité : G minor•
Verse 1
Eb
D
Gm
Eb
Yeah, true story, so listen
D
I save my money First class I flew
Verse 2
Gm
I could've bought a jet
Eb
But I bought a coupe
Red carpet with a model bitch
D
You on the red carpet with a prostitute
Gm
Red target on a fuck nigga head
D
Eb
I don't shoot if somebody'll do it
It's a dead target [?] dead man
D
Put him in the woods,
throw him away and lose it
Gm
Up in a hot box, heard the cop behind me
F
Gotta get away, and we gotta lose him
Eb
Bass in the trunk, turn up my music
D
Bass in the trunk,
Gm
talking 'bout that toolie
Hold up, wait, slow it down
D
I just seen twelve, turn around
Eb
I roll the window down
It don't matter, we been burnin' it down,
D
all day, all day
Gm
(Woo woo) That's the sound we heard
I ain't pulling over,
D
F
took 'em on a high speed chase
Eb
I ain't pulling over, no I ain't pulling over,
D
no I ain't pulling over
My dad's 100, plus another fuckin'
hunnid, ain't no sense in pulling over
Eb
Had to swallow my pack,
D
I ain't put it in my crack when I seen 'em in my rear view
Gotta always adapt, it don't matter where you at,
Gm
Eb
gotta make them niggas feel you
'Cause I got bread by
the motherfuckin' loaf
D
Shorty give head on
the motherfuckin' low
Gm
Shorty she was scared so
I kept it on the low
I had to get some head from my
Eb
motherfuckin' folks
Verse 3
Eb
And she didn't tell nobody,
D
I stuck it in her motherfuckin' throat
Gm
That pussy smell like water,
Eb
F
mm, mm, good
Verse 4
F
Eb
I got money just like Pablo
D
I told my cousin, Gustavo
Gm
D
Put a million dollar cash money in
Gm
my momma coucho
D
Eb
Colombian cheese, no Mexican,
D
I ain't talking 'bout nachos
Verse 5
D
I feel like Pablo 'cause I do this shit
Eb
for my muchachos
I'm a walking lick,
D
Gm
I know these niggas plottin' on me
D
No disrespect but I got
Eb
these El Chapo's on me
D
I hope you ready for war
Gm
D
F
Verse 6
Eb
Running the road down
D
Shooting at all of these niggas
Gm
D
No homo, put him in the birthday suit
Take the drawers off that nigga
Eb
Hold up, wait,
he the type of nigga talk to twelve
D
Yeah, and call on me nigga
Gm
He ain't even blood to me, he lame to me
D
I got a baby mama,
F
motherfucker suckin' me
Eb
On the low low, you feel me?
Fuck her on the floor be
D
side her children
He don't know even when she trippin'
Eb
Pablo money, sixty million
They don't like she fuck with a nigga like me,
D
you feel me?
Verse 7
D
Who the fuck put the red dot on me?
Now they all on my tail,
Eb
but guess what?
I ain't pulling over, nigga I ain't pulling over,
D
nigga I ain't pulling over
Gm
I ain't pulling over, nigga I ain't pulling over,
Eb
nigga I ain't pulling over
My dad's 100, plus another fuckin'
D
hunnid, ain't no sense in pulling over
Gm
Gotta always ad apt, it don't matter where you at,
Eb
F
gotta make them niggas feel you
Verse 8
F
Eb
I got money just like Pablo
D
I told my cousin, Gustavo
Gm
D
Put a million dollar cash money in
Gm
Eb
my momma coucho
Colombian cheese, no Mexican,
D
I ain't talking 'bout nachos
Gm
I feel like Pablo 'cause I do
D
Eb
this shit for my muchachos
I'm a walking lick,
D
Gm
I know these niggas plottin' on me
No disrespect but I got
Eb
these El Chapo's on me
D
Gm
I hope you ready for war
D
F
I hope you ready for war
Outro 1
Eb
D
Gm
D
Eb
D
Gm
F
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