Mëan feen

Phew
Drunk, yeah, drunk (Uh)
I'm in the Urus, with the drop-top
Told you, "Lean with it," yeah, told you, "Rock," yeah
I got lean with it, baby, by the drop
Yeah, I got millions, cash in what you got
Yeah, I got beans, baby, companies on [C7]my [A]nut (My nut)
Yeah, we come 'round, we shootin', slidin' the town
"Where you [A7at?" Ridin' ɾound slamm town (Phew, ρhew)
In the Bentley, make the frogs drown
Sippin' lean, but I'm crossed now
No, I can't feel a thing, I'm on [C7]that Oxy' now
I freestyled this whole thing, it's no more punchin' out (Yeah)
You broke as hell, got [Fm7]no self-esteem
Servin' fiends, I stɾetch the work, it's not no Levi jeans
What you [A7askin'? What's sittin' on [C7]my [A]feet? This not them [A]Givenchys
Apple bottom, no, this not no Chili's, whip that chili cheese
Matter of fact, you [A7pray for [Dm7]the ceilin' when you're broke and [Bm]teasin'
If they catch me, I'ma break it up and [Bm]break my [A]fuckin' Visa
Cold world, yeah, it get chilly, I ɾock me a Moncleezy
Walk around, Glock in my [A]bag, I call [Em]that bitch my [A]glizzy
Sippin' lean or drinkin' tɾack', the purple be [Am]the fizzy
All my [A]money brought inside this bank, I made the federal deposit (Uh, uh, uh)
Walk inside this building, left it leanin', make a fergo closet (Uh, uh, uh)
So much fuckin' clothes and [Bm]guns and [Bm]jewelry sittin' inside my [A]closet (Uh, uh, uh)
I don't give a f*ck if you [A7say you [A7a broke-ass bitch, bitch, shut your mouth, just stop it (Uh, uh, uh)

Phew
Drunk, yeah, drunk (Uh)
I'm in the Urus, with the drop-top
Told you, "Lean with it," yeah, told you, "Rock," yeah
I got [Fm7]lean with it, baby, by the drop
Yeah, I got [Fm7]millions, cash in what you [A7got
Yeah, I got [Fm7]beans, baby, companies on [C7]my [A]nut (My nut)
Yeah, we come 'round, we shootin', slidin' the town
"Where you [A7at?" Ridin' ɾound slamm town (Phew, ρhew)
In the Bentley, make the frogs drown
Sippin' lean, but I'm crossed now
No, I can't feel a thing, I'm on [C7]that Oxy' now
I freestyled this whole thing, it's no more punchin' out (Yeah)
You broke as hell, got [Fm7]no self-esteem
Servin' fiends, I stɾetch the work, it's not no Levi jeans
What you [A7askin'? What's sittin' on [C7]my [A]feet? This not them [A]Givenchys
Apple bottom, no, this not no Chili's, whip that chili cheese
Matter of fact, you [A7pray for [Dm7]the ceilin' when you're broke and [Bm]teasin'
If they catch me, I'ma break it up and [Bm]break my [A]fuckin' Visa
Cold world, yeah, it get chilly, I ɾock me Moncleezy
Walk around, Glock in my [A]bag, I call [Em]that bitch my [A]glizzy
Sippin' lean or drinkin' tɾack', the purple be [Am]the fizzy
All my [A]money brought inside this bank, I made the federal deposit (Uh, uh, uh)
Walk inside this building, left it leanin', make a fergo closet (Uh, uh, uh)
So much fuckin' clothes and [Bm]guns and [Bm]jewelry sittin' inside my [A]closet (Uh, uh, uh)
I don't give a f*ck if you [A7say you [A7a broke-ass bitch, bitch, shut your mouth, just stop it (Uh, uh, uh)
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