Tonalité : E minor•
Verse 1
Em
Brr (Cook that shit up, Quay)
C
Am
Em
Brr, lean, blah,
Am
lean, blah, hah
Verse 2
Em
This dope'll make you do the
Kanye, took so many opiates
C
The mall ain't even open yet but
Am
D
Gucci made 'em open it
Am
Em
Dr. Trapenstein and I just
prescribed a Percocet
C
Am
She ain't even fine enough so I don't
D
ever wanna hit
Em
Fishtailin' out of Tootsies,
bag full of hundreds
C
I told the dealer he can keep the talk
Am
D
'cause I don't want it
Em
Think my house is haunted,
woke up seein' a dyin' bitch
C
Gucci on that don shit,
Am
so wealthy that my son rich
Verse 3
Am
Em
Yeah
Am
Em
Hop out that new Maybach like I come
Am
from paper (that's my fam, bitch)
You been cuffin' bitches,
A
D
Em
you a su per- saver (superhero)
My lil' boy already rich,
C
Am
he got my future paper (checks signed)
We just parked the Wraith inside
Em
the elevator (elevator)
Tootsies on Tuesday,
in the private room making a movie (movie)
C
I got some vibes with me getting groovy,
Am
D
we at the top floor in a jacuzzi ('cuzzi)
Em
Ridin' with some hot boys like I'm Juvie, I'm
on that dumb shit like I'm Gucci (Guwop)
C
Am
I just spent twenty- six thousand in Gucci, go ask about me,
D
this shit ain't no newsies
Em
I was gettin' money before
it was music (music)
I don't drank, I don't sip,
I abuse it ('buse it)
C
Am
How I did what I did, got 'em clueless
A
Think these Adderalls got me
D
Am
all loose (yeah)
Em
Got your bitch on my drip,
she been choosey (yeah)
She been checking me out,
I been movin' (yeah)
Am
So much money,
it's getting confusing (yeah)
A
Only winning, I don't wanna lose
it (yeah)
Am
This dope'll make you do the
Verse 4
Em
Kanye, took so many opiates
C
The mall ain't even open yet but
D
Gucci made 'em open it
Em
Dr. Trapenstein and I just
prescribed a Percocet
C
Am
She ain't even fine enough so I
D
don't ever wanna hit
Em
Fishtailin' out of Tootsies,
bag full of hundreds
C
I told the dealer he can keep the talk
D
'cause I don't want it
Em
Think my house is haunted,
woke up seein' a dyin' bitch
C
Gucci on that don shit,
Am
A
so wealthy that my son rich
Am
Show me that pussy
Verse 5
cat 'cause El
Em
Gato got cat wrist (brr)
Am
Shooter got that rocket on him,
call him James Harden
Em
We be straight ballin',
wet T- shirt contest
C
Top ball callers and the coupe color
Am
C
Sunkist (it's Gucci)
Am
Em
I be go ing hard on 'em,
I'm on that Lil Pump shit (pump)
C
I don't even know how my
money got so retarded
D
Em
Trap God, Gucci sandals
on like I was Jesus
C
Bitch fine as Kim K and these are
D
not Yeezy's (it's Gucci)
Verse 6
Em
This dope'll make you do the
Kanye, took so many opiates
C
The mall ain't even open yet but
D
Gucci made 'em open it
Em
Dr. Trapenstein and I just
prescribed a Percocet
C
Am
C
She ain't even fine enough so I
D
don't ever wanna hit
Em
Fishtailin' out of Tootsies,
bag full of hundreds
C
I told the dealer he can keep the talk
D
'cause I don't want it
Em
Think my house is haunted,
woke up seein' a dyin' bitch
C
Gucci on that don shit,
Am
A
D
Em
so wealthy that my son rich
Verse 7
Em
Wizzop, hah, Lil Baby
Outro 1
Am
Em
Am
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