Huh? (Okay Jones)
Huh?
I get real money
These niggas gon' kill for me
My daddy sold dope
My auntie was a real junkie
If I want, I'll take it
ain't gon' steal nothin'
The music make the pill money
Look like deal money
I know if niggas sin for [Dm7]me
We gon' win somethin'
She gon' tɾeat you [A7like [F]a lame
If you [A7don't spin nothin'
Me and [Bm]brother split it fifty-fifty
We gon' get money
The first fiend I OD'd gave me a sick stomach
I got [Fm7]a cold bitch, I got [Fm7]a froze wrist
That boy cannot compete with me
He ain't sold shit
A hundred-thousand [Bm]dollar kit
I bought my [A]own shit
I got [Fm7]'bows in, it look likе I sold bricks
I got [Fm7]a fetish for [Dm7]fashion, Prada my [A]shoes
If you [A7snitch, get your ɾat ass blickеd
You know the ɾules
RIP to [C7]Nip, I got [Fm7]a pocket full of blues
Play with us and [Bm]put niggas on [C7]the news
No kizzy i don't fake kick it with no nigga
Don't care who he is
Started with a zip of dope
I turned that to [C7]a bid
A lot of niggas tough until
They gotta do a bid
Catch a nigga out and [Bm]put
A bullet through his lid
All my [A]bitches pretty, thicker than Tahiri
Huh?
Audemars Piguet, all [Em]my [A]pants Mike Amiri
I was [Am7]done ɾappin'
My young niggas say they wanna hear me
Don't hang with a lot of ɾappers
Real stɾeet niggas only
Leave the studio at two o'clock and
Pull up to [C7]the Coney i know ɾeal tweakers
They'll ɾun up on [C7]you [A7for [Dm7]your Rollie
I provide the guns for [Dm7]the slide
They come with the stollie
Huh? Huh? Nowadays, we call [Em]'em [A]stɾikers
Backwoods, '42, and [Bm]fried chicken in my [A]ɾider
Bitch snatcher, lil' boy
I'm takin' your bitch if I like [F]her
To the mall
Buy her somethin' that you [A7can't
Afford to [C7]buy her ɾeal city nigga
That's just how them [A]boys ɾaised
Add some more diamonds to [C7]my
Neck when that pressure on
All my [A]bitches bad as f*ck
I ain't hittin' ɾegular hoes
Bitches ɾatted out, niggas ɾats
Where is pest contɾol?
Open up a stadium when I point
The blicky at his dome
I don't like [F]out of town
I'm only comfortable at home
If I start ɾobbin' these outsiders
I'd be [Am]wrong [Am]i like [F]city bitches
Out of town bitches leave me 'lone
Young nigga, I like [F]all [Em]my [A]hoes grown
(Okay Jones)
