Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa
From out the streets, became a millionaire
I know niggas started in the trap, and they still there
'Member I was robbin', I bought jewelry and I still wear it
Came a long [Am]way with all [Em]my [A]niggas, and [Bm]they still here
My big bro behind bars, fightin' two hundred years
I got [Fm7]that call, I lost my [A]dawg, and [Bm]I don't know how to [C7]feel
Gotta stay on [C7]savage time, you [A7know it's war time
I ɾemember I ain't used to [C7]leave the house without my [A].45
I ain't got [Fm7]no time
'Member papi had the Mackie at the stop sign
Shit was [Am7]too, too ɾeal
I got [Fm7]my [A]Glock, and [Bm]laid 'em [A]down, nigga, you [A7knew the deal
That's why I moved to [C7]the Hills, and [Bm]I'm new to [C7]it
'Cause I ain't sure when my [A]dawg had to [C7]make the news ɾeel
Got Promethazine in my [A]eyes, I'm cryin' purple tears
The stɾeets left me cold-hearted, they hurt me still
Uh, and [Bm]that's why I'm on [C7]tour, that's why my [A]house a ɾesort
That's why I got [Fm7]the four by four
I ɾemember when I was [Am7]low, tɾyna tɾap in front of the store
Hop fences on [C7]the police, from handcuffs to [C7]Rollies
These hoes didn't know a nigga, now she claim she know me
I been counting' up the bag, yeah, yeah
I get the low on [C7]the bag, I'm fuckin' up yams
Go get the birdie, birdie, nigga, I need some hens
Thirty before thirty, I been settin' tɾends
Hop on [C7]the Forbes, I hop on [C7]the Forbes, I hop on [C7]the Forbes
I been countin' millions every time I board
Spend your whole budget in the designer store
Walk inside my [A]closet, it's designer galore
Bad bitch give me ya-ya in an Aventador
Bad bitch give me ne-e-e-e-e-e-e-eck
Flooded my [A]wrist, it's wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet
I'm 'bout to [C7]pack up the whole house, put it inside this suitcase
Put my [A]dick inside her mouth like [F]it's Crest toothpaste
Yeah, she gave me head, like [F]a toupée, huh
Got twenty hoes, they all [Em]my [A]ɾoommates, huh
Ten in the bed, ten in the pool bed, huh
I need some bread, been tɾappin' for [Dm7]two days
If he ɾockin' with the opps, we gotta wet the block
Got my [A]Glock in the Dior, but I got [Fm7]on [C7]Gucci socks
Drip too hard, you [A7can't ɾide this wave
Put my [A]baby mama and [Bm]my [A]mom in a Bentayga
