Тональность: F# minor•
Verse 1
C#
D
Walk with a rel nigga
C#
D
Self- made millionaire
C#
D
What more could you ask for, huh?
Verse 2
D
I'm a kamikaze in a Maserati
I'm a John Gotti, got my own army
Worth fifty million and it's all on me
Fifty on my Rollie knowing yours phony
C#
D
Last problem I had,
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C#
a nigga head- shot him
D
Say the word on the street is that
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my man got him
D
If I wasn't involved
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C#
you wouldn't hear about him
D
F#m
I got Lears and all - - don't need
D
May she rest her soul,
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I got a sleeping problem
C#
D
All my CDs gold but the
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C#
Visa darker
D
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C#
Bastard child but I got a fleet of cars
D
C#
Double- M G this little thing of ours
F#m
D
F#m
Take it to the door, motherfucker, plea
C#
D
Niggas layin' on your crib
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C#
while your momma sleep
D
F#m
Home- cooked meals for the real niggas
C#
D
C#
Hot Tec 9 for you little niggas
D
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C#
Want to shoplift? Come and boost this
D
We run the fucking game,
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C#
nigga, truth is
D
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C#
Cargo pants and my red bottoms
D
Talking 'bout birds you know
the boy got 'em
Verse 3
D
No clothes in the closet, it's all birds
No sneakers in the sneaker box,
it's all birds
No luggage in the trunk, man, it's all birds
And I ain't going back
D
F#m
Anything you need know I get it cheap
Verse 4
C#
D
My nigga Rozay makes millions
C#
while he can't sleep
D
Cars European come and see the fleet
C#
D
We're commercial; come and see
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us if you need the street
D
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C#
I'mma bring it home nigga bet the bank
D
C#
Si erra Leone all up in the link
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some Mason Betha shit
C#
D
Huddle up, round table,
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D
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C#
Shorty ass fat, she can't stand straight
D
Spent your down payment on
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C#
my landscape
D
Niggas sideways like the Phantom door
C#
Hundred round drum sound
D
C#
like round of applause
D
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Slicker than a can of grease
C#
D
Paid the state in the ice,
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hundred grand a piece
C#
D
F#
Coke, boy, I'll be thirty for sure now
C#
D
Coke damn near same price as dope now
Verse 5
D
No clothes in the closet, it's all birds
No sneakers in the sneaker box,
it's all birds
No luggage in the trunk, man, it's all birds
And I ain't going back
Verse 6
I'mma ball first
C#
D
F#m
No clothes in the closet, it's all birds
C#
D
No sneakers in the sneaker box,
D
F#m
No luggage in the trunk, man, it's all birds
C#
D
And I ain't going back
Outro 1
I'mma ball first
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D
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D
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