Тональность: E minor
Verse 1
Ebm
I let my watch talk for me,
my whip talk for me
Eb
My gat talk for me, baow, what up homie?
Ebm
My watch sayin',
"Hi shorty we can be friends" (woo)
My whip sayin',
"Quit playin' bitch get in"
My earring sayin',
"We can hit the mall together"
Shorty its only right that
we ball together
I'm into bigger things y'all niggas
y'all know my style
Eb
Ya wrist bling bling,
Ebm
my shit bling blaow
My pinky ring talk it say,
"50, I'm sick"
That's why these niggas is on my dick
Some hate me, some love my hits
Flex my man he gon' bump my shit
See I'm alive, man,
I really don't care (I don't care)
I tell them hoes whatever
they want to hear
You try and play me I'ma blaze it in
My chromes cost more than the crib
ya momma raised ya in
Verse 2
Ebm
I was a poor, nigga
Eb
Ebm
Now I'm a rich, nigga
Gettin' paper now you can't tell me shit,
nigga
You can find me in the four- dot- six, nigga
In the backseat fondlin' ya bitch, nigga
Verse 3
Ebm
Eb
I was a poor, nigga
Ebm
Now I'm a rich, nigga
Gettin' paper now you can't tell me shit,
nigga
You can find me in the four- dot- six, nigga
In the backseat fondlin' ya bitch,
nigga
Eb
New York niggas, cocky niggaz like it's all good
Verse 4
Ebm
Fuck around we Crip walkin'
in the wrong hood
I'm fresh up out the slammer,
I ain't no fuckin' Bama
I'm from the wild,
woadie, but I know country grammar
See me I get it crunk, niggas
go head and front
I go up out the trunk, come back,
roll out I'm done (yeah)
My money come in lumps,
my pockets got the mumps
Eb
Ebm
You see me sit tin' on dubs, that's
why you mad chump
Don't make me hit ya up,
50 Cent'll split ya up
Ebm
the coroners'll come and get ya up
See 50 play for keeps,
and 50 stay wit' heat
I can't go commercial,
Eb
Ebm
they love me in the street
Eb
Ebm
I'm real gutter, man, the hood love me,
man
Don't make me show up in
ya crib like bro- man
Locked up in the pen, I still did my thing
Ebm
"Shut the fuck up," in the pen
Verse 5
Ebm
Eb
I was a poor, nigga
Ebm
Now I'm a rich, nigga
Gettin' paper now you can't tell me shit,
nigga
Eb
Ebm
You can find me in the four- dot- six, nigga
In the backseat fondlin' ya bitch, nigga
Verse 6
Ebm
I was a poor, nigga
Now I'm a rich, nigga
Gettin' paper now you can't tell me shit,
nigga
You can find me in the four- dot- six,
nigga
In the backseat fondlin' ya bitch,
nigga
Verse 7
Ebm
I'm in the Benz on Monday,
the BM on Tuesday
Range on Wednesday,
Thursday I'm in the hooptie
Porsche on Friday,
I do things my way
Vipe' or 'Vette, I tear up the highway
Shorty she can tell ya about
my dick game
But she don't know me,
she only know my nickname
Left the hood and came back,
damn, shit changed
These young boys,
Verse 8
they done got they own work, man
Ebm
Eb
I was a poor, nigga
Ebm
Now I'm a rich, nigga
Gettin' paper now you can't tell me shit,
nigga
Eb
Ebm
You can find me in the four- dot- six, nigga
In the backseat fondlin' ya bitch, nigga
Verse 9
Ebm
I was a poor, nigga
Now I'm a rich, nigga
Gettin' paper now you can't tell me shit,
nigga
You can find me in the four- dot- six, nigga
Outro 1
In the backseat fondlin' ya bitch, nigga
Ebm
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