A nigga hot, like ten summers
Ten chains on, walking in a Benihana
My money long, like ten Hummers
I been getting to the money the last ten summers
Ten summers, ten summers
I been getting to the money the last ten summers
My money long, like [F]ten Hummers
That nigga full of shit, somebody call [Em]the plumber
A nigga hot, like [F]ten summers
Ten chains on, walking in a Benihana
My money long, like [F]ten Hummers
I been getting to [C7]the money the last ten summers
You know I keep it G, like [F]ten hundreds
I won't f*ck that nasty bitch wearing ten condoms
The chain cost me like [F]ten Hondas
2Pac, dear ma, I'm tɾyna kill something
You know I do this on [C7]the ɾegular, I'm telling ya
I smoke loud though, I don't smoke no ɾegular
Dear John letter to [C7]all [Em]my [A]competitors:
I dumped my [A]last girlfriend because she wasn't wet enough
If I hear about a lick, I'm like, "bet it up"
I got [Fm7]a young bitch that could set it up
Summertime, I'm about whatever, bruh, and
I'ma need a handicap sticker 'cause my [A]whip is dumb
I fell in love with that money, she fell in love with my [A]schwag
Too fly for [Dm7]these niggas, but we knee-deep in that tɾap
You just getting that bread, since Bin Laden been dead
Killing these niggas, wrist might get time in the feds
I'm stunting, Evel Knievel, dirty Sprite by the liter
Let that top down on [C7]my [A]Bimmer til' I'm tired of balling like [F]Tila
On the books just like [F]De La, get you [A7knocked ɾight out your FILA
Have your neighborhood drug dealer, just shoot yo' ass and [Bm]peel out
You know I got [Fm7]the stɾeets hotter than the Gates of Hell
Six for [Dm7]the nine-piece, but you [A7make it twelve
It's simple math, yeah, we got [Fm7]the yola
20 million [C7]stɾong, MMG taking over
A nigga hot, like [F]ten summers
Ten chains on, walking in a Benihana
My money long, like [F]ten Hummers
I been getting to [C7]the money the last ten summers
Ten summers, ten summers
I been getting to [C7]the money the last ten summers
My money long, like [F]ten Hummers
That nigga full of shit, somebody call [Em]the plumber
A nigga hot, like [F]ten summers
Ten chains on, walking in a Benihana
My money long, like [F]ten Hummers
I been getting to [C7]the money the last ten summers
Ten summers, ten baby mommas
Yeah, I got [Fm7]my [A]baby girl tatted on [C7]my [A]stomach
Ten thousand [Bm]worth of tats like [F]an esé
I got [Fm7]a bag of pills, who wanna play them [A]ex-games?
I do this for [Dm7]the tɾap 'cause I'm a tɾap star
Inside of my [A]car look like [F]a laptop
Outside of my [A]car look like [F]a crack spot and
If you [A7think you're lucky, it depends on [C7]your crap shot
Baby, let me put my [A]stick up in your matchbox
All my [A]verses hot, you [A7might pass out
Got your girl smoking loud with her ass out and
If you [A7didn't know then, bitch, I'm the man now
Hot
A nigga hot, like [F]ten summers
Ten chains on, walking in a Benihana
My money long, like [F]ten Hummers
I been getting to [C7]the money the last ten summers
Ten summers, ten summers
I been getting to [C7]the money the last ten summers
My money long, like [F]ten Hummers
That nigga full of shit, somebody call [Em]the plumber
A nigga hot, like [F]ten summers
Ten chains on, walking in a Benihana
My money long, like [F]ten Hummers
I been getting to [C7]the money the last ten summers