Тональность: D minor
Intro 1
Am
F
Am
Dm
Am
F
Am
Verse 1
Am
different hoes,
in different area codes (woo, woo)
I feel like Luda,
Dm
hop out with a shooter (woo, woo)
Am
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,
Dm
Am
Dm
he can't be around Ricch no more (no)
Am
Hit it one time, I can't even fuck no
more (woo, woo)
Made a million, I don't even count no
Dm
Am
more (woo, woo)
Verse 2
Am
Rare talk, yeah, talk,
I'm gettin' to the bag, nigga
Niggas call me Goyard Roddy 'cause a nigga
Dm
Am
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,
Dm
now I hop out the Wag', nigga
Am
Whippin' up dope, got the re- work,
spilled it on my t- shirt
That Justin Bieber, she love
Dm
Am
my trap demeanor
How you niggas say you robbin',
you ain't never make the news (never made the news)
Counted up ten racks,
Dm
then I got some brand new shoes
Am
I got a brown skin bad as
F
Meagan Good
E
Pullin' up Panamera when
Am
F
Niggas think I made a million off the jugg
E
Take care of my dawgs on death row
Am
like I'm Suge (yeah, yeah)
Verse 3
Am
I got different hoes,
in different area codes (woo, woo)
I feel like Luda,
Dm
hop out with a shooter (woo, woo)
Am
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,
Dm
Am
Dm
he can't be around Ricch no more (no)
Am
Hit it one time, I can't even fuck no
more (woo, woo)
Made a million,
Dm
Am
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
Dm
dancin' like a ballerina
Am
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,
Dm
Am
but my plug Vietnamese
See all these niggas hate me 'cause
I got these racks on me
And my diamonds water, bitch,
Dm
I spent a dub for the submarine
Am
I got a new broad in every city
F
I've been steppin' in
I hopped on the private with Louis V luggage
E
Am
Dm
I got a new bag and hopped in the Benz
Got the new Cartier glasses
Am
I'm Crippin', lil' nigga,
F
the navy blue tinted the lens
I just need Benjamins,
E
Am
I don't need no friends
Verse 5
I got different hoes,
in different area codes (woo, woo)
I feel like Luda,
Dm
hop out with a shooter (woo, woo)
Am
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,
Dm
Am
Dm
he can't be around Ricch no more (no)
Am
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)
Dm
Outro 1
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Am
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Am
Dm
Am
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Dm
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