More Than Average

Don't need no stylist, okay, Gucci fabrics
Okay
On my bad bitch, okay, she gotta have it
'Cause she more than average, yeah
She more than average, a couple karats, yeah

She hop in the Wraith and we
Can f*ck under the stars
Put about ninety on [C7]my [A]neck
It shine like [F]lights, you [A7can't ignore it
You know them [A]charges never stick
I beat them [A]cases just like [F]Floyd
I copped the 'Vette and
Upped the turbo boost
I know you [A7hear the noise

Thesе diamonds green, man
She f*ck with a nigga like [F]me
'causе I ain't no average Joe
I ɾide with demons
F*ck with a nigga like [F]me then
You won't breathe no more
Switch hoes like [F]seasons
So many broken hearts
I don't even wanna love no more
Like what's the meaning?
How you [A7gonna have the stɾength to [C7]forgive
But you [A7ain't gon' let it go?

I bought her Dior for [Dm7]all [Em]the
Times that she felt pain, crying faster
To show her I need her
I bought her Alexander McQueen
It shows my [A]passion
Every time I see her, I tɾy to
Get all [Em]of me that I can
Forget what happened
It hurt like [F]Hell, she even
In love with another man
I'm filled with sadness
I bought Gucci sneaks to [C7]see all [Em]of
The snakes that cover my [A]grass
Cartier lenses to [C7]see her face
There ain't no way that these is glass
It ain't no stopping for [Dm7]the Jakes
They know the cars is driving fast
Another high speed chase
But we gon' act like [F]nothing happened

Another high speed chase
But we gon' act like [F]nothing happened
It ain't no stopping for [Dm7]the Jakes
They know the cars is driving fast

Don't need no stylist, okay, Gucci fabrics
Okay
On my [A]bad bitch, okay, she gotta have it
'Cause she more than average, yeah
She more than average, a couple karats, yeah

She hop in the Wraith and [Bm]we
Can f*ck under the stars
Put about ninety on [C7]my [A]neck
It shine like [F]lights, you [A7can't ignore it
You know them [A]charges never stick
I beat them [A]cases just like [F]Floyd
I copped the 'Vette and
Upped the turbo boost
I know you [A7hear the noise

Ain't it amazing how I can stuff a
Hundred ɾacks inside these purple jeans
Ain't it amazing how I turned my
Nike sneaks into [C7]Gucci shoes
Ain't it amazing how I made it out of
That warzone where I used to [C7]be
But ain't it crazy how I left the war
But I'm still at war with my [A]enemies

Vlone shirt, purple jeans
I can't forget my [A]Gucci kicks
I almost forgot [Fm7]my [A]Gucci belt
It help me hold my [A]blick
I can dress myself, I'm sorry
I don't know what a stylist is
And I'm sorry if I'm showing my [A]ass
But I ɾemember when I ain't have shit

Yeah, now I'm making hit's, and
I'm sorry, I can't miss, no
Curry in my [A]blick
I shoot from deep like [F]it's a free throw
Warriors, we the type to [C7]pull up
Make them [A]get low
Amateurs, they the type to [C7]pull up
Shoot out windows

If I die tonight, I'll be [Am]fresh to [C7]death
You see these snakes hold my [A]ankles
Why you [A7hear a slither when I step?
These ain't just shades, I see
The ɾeal and [Bm]fake
So it's venom under my [A]belt
And I know I got [Fm7]my [A]fucked up ways
But I never said I was [Am7]proud of myself

Don't need no stylist, okay, Gucci fabrics
Okay
On my [A]bad bitch, okay, she gotta have it
'Cause she more than average, yeah
She more than average, a couple karats, yeah

She hop in the Wraith and [Bm]we
Can f*ck under the stars
Put about ninety on [C7]my [A]neck
It shine like [F]lights, you [A7can't ignore it
You know them [A]charges never stick
I beat them [A]cases just like [F]Floyd
I copped the 'Vette and
Upped the turbo boost
I know you [A7hear the noise