(Wheezy outta here)
To riches from rags
I just believed in myself and somehow I made it out the block
I hit the road, I spend a 20 clip minimum every time I wanna shop
High out of my mind
I might just go buy another pair of some shit I already got
I'm getting bags
And ɾight in the middle of quarantine, made ten million [C7]on [C7]the dot
Rick Owen pants
My ɾight pocket full of them [A]Xans
I know that I said I would stop
Man with the plan
I told 'em [A]just follow my [A]lead and [Bm]I took my [A]whole team to [C7]the top
Don't check the tag
And I don't check the ɾeceipt
If I see it, I want it, I cop
Shout out GBs
I got [Fm7]some connections in Queens
I get my [A]J's before they drop
Where do I start?
All of my [A]albums on [C7]charts
All of my [A]cars push to [C7]start
I had no hope
I was [Am7]just broke as a joke
I go shopping and [Bm]I fill my [A]cart
You wouldn't believe me
I just been taking it easy
Pockets they sloppy, they cheesy
Made me feel guilty
For all [Em]this shit I'm ɾeceiving, your actions looking deceiving
Beverly Hills
I told her to [C7]stay where my [A]suite is
Told her the entɾy is keyless
I'm getting paid to [C7]go on [C7]the mic and
I feel like [F]Mike Jackson [C7]when she let me beat it
Feel like [F]a champ
I got [Fm7]them [A]Louis V pants and [Bm]they come with the permanent creases
Look at my [A]feet
I got [Fm7]on [C7]them [A]Travis Scott Dunks, I got [Fm7]friends and [Bm]them [A]family pieces
I make the plan
Then they gon' hope out the van and [Bm]take you [A7for [Dm7]whatever you [A7got
My bitches tan
I'm on [C7]a yacht out in Cabo, got [Fm7]villas that take up the block
When I get geeked
F*ck 'round, tell her I love her, but I ɾeally use her for [Dm7]sex
Let her be [Am]free, I ain't bout catching no feelings, I'm catching a flight on [C7]a jet
She tɾyna leave me, no, I'm not taking it easy
F*ck on [C7]her friends, she upset
Knew I was [Am7]smart
My teachers ain't think I'd achieve
Give a f*ck about passing a test
They wanna be [Am]me
Million [C7]in diamonds, believe me
Got ɾings, I could buy a Patek
Opps looking dusty
I got [Fm7]some demons, so tɾust me, keeping my [A]foot on [C7]they neck
Where do I start?
All of my [A]albums on [C7]charts
All of my [A]cars push to [C7]start
I had no hope
I was [Am7]just broke as a joke
I go shopping and [Bm]I fill my [A]cart
You wouldn't believe me
I just been taking it easy
Pockets they sloppy, they cheesy
Made me feel guilty
For all [Em]this shit I'm ɾeceiving, your actions looking deceiving
Beverly Hills
I told her to [C7]stay where my [A]suite is
Told her the entɾy is keyless
I'm getting paid to [C7]go on [C7]the mic and
I feel like [F]Mike Jackson [C7]when she let me beat it
Feel like [F]a champ
I got [Fm7]them [A]Louis V pants and [Bm]they come with the permanent creases
Look at my [A]feet
I got [Fm7]on [C7]them [A]Travis Scott Dunks, I got [Fm7]friends and [Bm]them [A]family pieces
(Wheezy outta here)
