Тональность: D minor•
Intro 1
Dm
Bb
Dm
Gm
Dm
Bb
Dm
Verse 1
Dm
different hoes,
in different area codes (woo, woo)
I feel like Luda,
Gm
hop out with a shooter (woo, woo)
Dm
If I'm gon' cuff that bitch,
gotta make sure that her head right (woo, woo)
Got a red beam,
caught him slippin' at the red light
These niggas been cappin',
I can't do that shit no mo' (woo, woo)
If a nigga wasn't real,
Gm
Dm
Gm
he can't be around Ricch no more (no)
Dm
Hit it one time, I can't even fuck no
more (woo, woo)
Made a million, I don't even count no
Gm
Dm
more (woo, woo)
Verse 2
Dm
Rare talk, yeah, talk,
I'm gettin' to the bag, nigga
Niggas call me Goyard Roddy 'cause a nigga
Gm
Dm
hoppin' out my bag, nigga
Never fell in love with a bitch 'cause
Ricch ain't goin' out sad, nigga
I was just choppin' it up with Meek,
Gm
now I hop out the Wag', nigga
Dm
Whippin' up dope, got the re- work,
spilled it on my t- shirt
That Justin Bieber, she love
Gm
Dm
my trap demeanor
How you niggas say you robbin',
you ain't never make the news (never made the news)
Counted up ten racks,
Gm
then I got some brand new shoes
Dm
I got a brown skin bad as
Bb
Meagan Good
A
Pullin' up Panamera when
Dm
Bb
Niggas think I made a million off the jugg
A
Take care of my dawgs on death row
Dm
like I'm Suge (yeah, yeah)
Verse 3
Dm
I got different hoes,
in different area codes (woo, woo)
I feel like Luda,
Gm
hop out with a shooter (woo, woo)
Dm
If I'm gon' cuff that bitch,
gotta make sure that her head right (woo, woo)
Got a red beam,
caught him slippin' at the red light
These niggas been cappin',
I can't do that shit no mo' (woo, woo)
If a nigga wasn't real,
Gm
Dm
Gm
he can't be around Ricch no more (no)
Dm
Hit it one time, I can't even fuck no
more (woo, woo)
Made a million,
Gm
Dm
I don't even count no more (woo,woo)
Verse 4
I just fucked her then I kicked her,
no romancin'
She just like me 'cause my diamonds
Gm
dancin' like a ballerina
Dm
If a nigga movin' by myself,
then I gotta have a Nina
Told that bitch I only want her, I
ain't never ever need her
Gotta get a Puma deal,
waitin' on my call for memory
Slangin' that white girl, Miley Cyrus,
Gm
Dm
but my plug Vietnamese
See all these niggas hate me 'cause
I got these racks on me
And my diamonds water, bitch,
Gm
I spent a dub for the submarine
Dm
I got a new broad in every city
Bb
I've been steppin' in
I hopped on the private with Louis V luggage
A
Dm
Gm
I got a new bag and hopped in the Benz
Got the new Cartier glasses
Dm
I'm Crippin', lil' nigga,
Bb
the navy blue tinted the lens
I just need Benjamins,
A
Dm
I don't need no friends
Verse 5
I got different hoes,
in different area codes (woo, woo)
I feel like Luda,
Gm
hop out with a shooter (woo, woo)
Dm
If I'm gon' cuff that bitch,
gotta make sure that her head right (woo, woo)
Got a red beam,
caught him slippin' at the red light
These niggas been cappin',
I can't do that shit no mo' (woo, woo)
If a nigga wasn't real,
Gm
Dm
Gm
he can't be around Ricch no more (no)
Dm
Hit it one time, I can't even fuck
no more (woo, woo)
Made a million, I don't even count no more (woo, woo)
Gm
Outro 1
F
Dm
Bb
Dm
Gm
Dm
Bb
Gm
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