Tonalité : F# minor
Verse 1
Em
You got my money, huh?
Oh, yeah, I'll pay you soon. Yeah.
Well, um, here's a suggestion
Um have the money by tomorrow
and there won't be any problems, huh?
Yeah, 24 hours
Why what what happens in 24 hours?
I don't know what psychic man.
I'm just saying it would probably be
better for everybody
If you had the money tomorrow, yeah.
All right.
I'll see what I can do
Am
See you later, don't forget,
Em
nah, you're not gonna forget
Go grind, the game respected,
you and your boy got
the same objective
Money over bitches, maintain your leverage
I co -signed it, maintain your leverage
Cars ride by with the booming system
Your boy drive by like who
wanna get some
Window crack, got my endo clip
Am
Hopping out like where I get the piff from
B
Em
See in my hood, it's a lot of new faces
So we up to no good on a do you basis
You tryna give your man a chance?
Don't cut up or dispatch
Am
or su persize that ambulance
Em
Fuckers up, dude glancin'
Who prance them, but lancin' them
They can't see us, but
we can't see them
This nigga owe me dough,
Am
this nigga know we know
But he don't know we know,
Em
he stole blow from me before
But for sure we know, he slides on em
Niggas is bling blingin' all eyes on em
Am
Em
With his guys on em, I rise on em
My son wanna set it, but I was like,
I want him
Cats who flex with him, die for him
Sat next to him, I bought them
With all that cash invested in him,
Am
I warned him
Now with the gap pressed to him,
B
I shot call him
Em
Uh, it's been 24 hours, got my money?
Oh, I, you know what,
just give me till next Friday,
I'll have it for you
Oh, oh, that's funny, I could've sworn
I said have it today
Yeah, I don't have it, sorry
Oh, well, alright then
Ah!
Ah!
Yeah, that hurt?
That hurt?
What the hell?
Yeah, that don't feel so good, does it?
Am
No, hey, that's what happens, man.
Oh my God!
Em
Yeah, that's what happens.
layin' in the pool of blood,
layin' there losin' blood.
And I know him, you got shot
cause you knock, knock, knock.
Who's there?
Another motherfuckin' hard rock.
I told him, that chump's look sweet
enough to eat.
Smoothie junk food,
bring him up the street.
Ooh, he slump, dude.
Leave him off his feet
Am
like he was fallin' asleep.
Em
Yeah, I'm not doing out of you,
get out of your chin, no charge
Wobble your body, you like,
why did he hit so hard?
Drop the clip out of the fifth
Am
out of the window, pa
Em
Pop the M5 to the whip,
I could've killed your squad
You get rid out of that surround me,
my men go hard
Pop the shit out of you,
but out of your kinfo, pa
You ever try to out me up,
but out of you, end up gone
Am
I make a bullet, pinata out of your men,
Em
oh God
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