Yeah
Young Jefe, holmes
La música de Harry Fraud
We got automatics, no, we don't need a manual
I like to rock animals with Eric Emanuel
Always late for dinner, she take too long at the vanity
This the life of a sinner, I use too much profanity
F*ck these haters, I can never get with 'em
I'ma keep stuntin' on [C7]these bitch ass niggas
Tryna hit me with that R.I.C.O., say it's too many killers
They think I got [Fm7]the cheat code, I make too many millions
Thought that I was [Am7]weak 'til she looked in my [A]eyes
Somebody said it's pride, with these niggas, gotta lie
I'm way out in Hawaii, just with a vibe
Got a thick girl choppin' weed, yeah, just like [F]a tide
I knew that you [A7was [Am7]fake, though, you [A7shouldn't have played, though
It always be [Am]your day one, one day, betɾay you
Tell 'em [A]I take cash only, bitch, I got [Fm7]caseloads
My bitch, she get nasty for [Dm7]me, I gotta nail hoe
Plain Jane cost a bag, but I don't like [F]to [C7]brag
I only bought the Skydweller to [C7]make a nigga mad
Damn, they turned the back on [C7]me, made that choice too fast
I'm ballin' like [F]an athlete, now they lookin' sad
We got [Fm7]automatics, no, we don't need a manual
I like [F]to [C7]ɾock animals with Eric Emanuel
Always late for [Dm7]dinner, she take too long [Am]at the vanity
This the life of a sinner, I use too much profanity
F*ck these haters, I can never get with 'em
I'ma keep stuntin' on [C7]these bitch ass niggas
Tryna hit me with that R.I.C.O., say it's too many killers
They think I got [Fm7]the cheat code, I make too many millions
Shawty, she a diva, told me her secrets
They used to [C7]call [Em]me Quisey when I was [Am7]leakin'
I tapped a lil' chica, she Puerto [C7]Rican
Saks Fifth and [Bm]Neimans, yeah, that my [A]weakness
Put up five mil' for [Dm7]my [A]son
I'm tɾyna put up five mil' for [Dm7]my [A]mom
Big house on [C7]the hill what I want
So when 12 come I can drop the F-bomb
And tell your ex come, she can bring her best friend
If I loan you [A7money, gotta pay me extɾa
When my [A]niggas ɾide, they don't even dress up
We don't even let you [A7slide in the fuckin' Tesla, oh
We got [Fm7]automatics, no, we don't need a manual
I like [F]to [C7]ɾock animals with Eric Emanuel
Always late for [Dm7]dinner, she take too long [Am]at the vanity
This the life of a sinner, I use too much profanity
F*ck these haters, I can never get with 'em
I'ma keep stuntin' on [C7]these bitch ass niggas
Tryna hit me with that R.I.C.O., say it's too many killers
They think I got [Fm7]the cheat code, I make too many millions
