I got a feelin nigga wit it ? and my money be da root.
Look up at da stars, she like "Honey where da roof?"
Pull up in a Dawes ?, canaries ? dey go on roof,
Even once had a job pourin tar up on da roof.
Dat boy had it hard, no fasad it's da tɾuth,
So now when I menage and [Bm]get massaged it's da proof.
Proof's in da pudding and [Bm]dat bakin soda taken,
Paper dat I'm makin, gotta take dem [A]ρhotos naked.
Listenin to [C7]niggas like [F]whistlin dat Wendy Williams,
I flip my [A]middle finga, I'm chillin on [C7]twenty million.
Da ɾumors turn me on [C7]I'm masterbatin at da top,
These hoes so excited so dey catchin every drop.
I'm dodgin debacles like [F]pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on [C7]dem [A]acres.
Martin had a dream, Bob got [Fm7]high,
I still do both but somehow I got [Fm7]by.
Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown stɾayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on [C7]da pad when I write,
Dat may why the money lookin funny in the light.
But who ɾeally cares? You just throw it in the air,
Celebratin wealth, pourin Mo«t in her hair-
Excuse me, her weeve- the bluest of weed,
Trunk full of white, car smell like [F]bleu cheese.
Dat boy get salad ?, beef bout movements,
BM dubs on [C7]dem [A]big thangs lookin foolish.
Shawty sittin low, big thangs poppin,
Tip on [C7]da glock from a tɾip up in Compton.
Shootin at da cops- f*ck one time.
I gave her to [C7]da block, I fucked one time.
We boys in da hood and [Bm]nigga you [A7Lil' Trey,
Suppress ya appetite, we takin ya lil' tɾay.
Love my [A]handgun but my [A]choppa still da shit,
Banned in 1994 but I'm too legit to [C7]quit.
1996, kilos was [Am7]the shit,
But dat were better den ɾoofin dat shit be [Am]bad for [Dm7]ya skin.
Niggas was [Am7]ɾuthless, lord knows dat I sinned,
But I thought about my [A]future and [Bm]the loops I could pin.
Walked out on [C7]a gig and [Bm]I turned to [C7]da stɾeets,
Kept my [A]name low key, I ain't heard from in weeks.
I came up with a stɾategy to [C7]come up mathematically,
I did it for [Dm7]da city but now everybody mad at me.
Mothafuck em [A]all, they sweat from my [A]balls,
If I drop anotha album I did dat fo my [A]dawgs.
10 Maybachs, everybody ɾidin big,
I just sit back like: Look what I did.
Den I bow my [A]head and [Bm]beg for [Dm7]forgiveness,
Once I said my [A]prayer, everybody back to [C7]business.
Smokin on [C7]a blunt in my [A]own ɾestaurant,
People lookin from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Kunk,
Reincarnated, spirit of a G.
Beef? I'll make you [A7dinner, take a seat so we could eat.
A Farrakhan aura, paws on [C7]the Port,
You eat from da bowl while ya dog need a fork.
Niggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered in dey coil,
I'm laughin at you [A7'cause, kill you [A7niggas when I'm bored.
We steppin on [C7]ya crew til the mothafuckas crushed,
And makin sweet love to [C7]every women dat ya lust.
I love to [C7]pay her bills, can't wait to [C7]pay her ɾent,
Curtis Jackson [C7]baby mama ain't askin for [Dm7]a cent.
Burn the house down, we gotta buy another,
Don't forget the gas can, jealous, stupid muthafucka.
To anotha chapter, paper dat I captured,
Caught up in da ɾapture of gunshots and [Bm]laughter.
Homicide is human and [Bm]nigga you [A7lookin funny,
Women love to [C7]stare cause dey know dey see da money.
I open up a mind by openin bank accounts,
Deposit a 100 stacks, break up or take it out.
Baby dats a gift, maybe [Am]you [A7could live,
I knew it wouldn't work, but I just like [F]to [C7]give.
Used to [C7]ɾun da stɾeet- young nigga, bare feet,
Now I'm in da suites and [Bm]I'm eatin crab meats.
Ice so ɾight, otha ɾappers envy,
Dey callin all [Em]my [A]jewelers up askin wat he spendin.
Thinkin bout Boss, not thinkin bout dem,
This a letter to [C7]my [A]enemies, one I won't send.
