Тональность: E minor•
Verse 1
Em
D
C
D
C
Yeah
Em
D
Yeah
C
Yeah
Verse 2
D
C
Em
Sippin' OJ in the Cris'
D
Model with me and she lit
C
Black leather Vetement trench
D
Thousands carat gold on my wrist
Em
This bitch drankin' me, she a fish
D
They soft that they swivel, don't stick
C
I can do a lot of things but don't miss
D
Your baby mama know that I'm it
Em
I fuck on her, never want lip
D
She call for a friend for some help
bitch, you know I'm a player
D
All this salt only killin' the snails
Em
Load the yacht up, I'm
ready to sail
D
It's some G33 l inhale
C
Man, I pray all my niggas is well
D
And I told you I still will prevail
Verse 3
D
Got a show, l'ma go cross- state
C
We could creep and be
well out the way
Pick a time and a place
I done seen how niggas
D
I'm like, "Nah, I'm straight"
got a gap through her thighs
She fine, okay
Em
They still gotta pay us
D
Have the Cuban, I don't wanna link
Em
I clear all the tabs
D
They pay for their abs
C
I put faith in my craft
D
And for now on, I'm keepin' receipts
Em
On the grind, I'm knee- deep
D
These rhymes paid off my lease
C
She fine, speakin' in Greek
D
With vibes, we out in Greece
Em
High, stimulate my mind,
C
High, yeah, I'm gon' touch the sky,
D
you know I get fleek
Yo, slide
Verse 4
OJ in the Cris'
D
Model with me and she lit
C
Black leather Vetement trench
D
Thousands carat gold on my wrist
Em
This bitch drankin' me, she a fish
D
They soft that they swivel, don't stick
C
I can do a lot of things but don't miss
D
Your baby mama know that I'm it
Em
I fuck on her, never want lip
D
She call for a friend for some help
bitch, you know I'm a player
D
All this salt only killin' the snails
Em
Load the yacht up, I'm
ready to sail
D
It's some G33 l inhale
C
Man, I pray all my niggas is well
D
And I told you I still will prevail
Em
Thank the Lord, I don't
Verse 5
take it for granted
D
I can pop on a whole 'nother planet
C
I love fuckin' my bitch 'cause
I'm mannish
I love watchin' her take
off her panties
Em
I know some of you nig
gas can't stand it
Ain't gon' get it, that
C
Love to see me, they seein'
what's happenin'
They stay ready, l'on gotta get ready
Em
She with it, I don't gotta say it
D
I don't figured you know how to play it
C
I'm all on they radar
D
I'm high- key that nigga for real
Em
Keep workin', it pay off
D
You spend it however you feel
C
I can't take a day off
D
I'm plantin' more seeds
in the field
Em
Yeah, nigga fly, dressin' to kill
D
No lie, this energy real
D
Landin' in Beverly Hills
D
Half a mil'for my bills
D
Fuck how a nigga feel
Verse 6
OJ in the Cris'
D
Model with me and she lit
C
Black leather Vetement trench
D
Thousands carat gold on my wrist
Em
This bitch drankin' me, she a fish
D
They soft that they swivel, don't stick
C
I can do a lot of things but don't miss
D
Your baby mama know that I'm it
Em
I fuck on her, never want lip
D
She call for a friend for some help
bitch, you know I'm a player
D
All this salt only killin' the snails
Em
Load the yacht up, I'm
ready to sail
D
It's some G33 l inhale
C
Man, I pray all my niggas is well
D
And I told you I still will prevail
Em
Outro 1
D
C
Em
D
C
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