Yeah, yeah, yeah
Punch bowl full of car keys for all my friends
You get to pick your own Benz
Punch bowl full of car keys for all my friends
You get to pick your own Benz
The new bug-eye in front of my mama house
The new time off private Bahama ɾoutes
My new attorney get Jeffrey Dahmer out
And all [Em]that shit I told Obama about, ask him
Shed nightmares of feds ɾushin' in
Shared my [A]world, they couldn't touch us in
I got [Fm7]it and [Bm]lost it and [Bm]got [Fm7]ɾich again
While y'all [Em]signed papers and [Bm]handed pictures in
Taught you [A7to [C7]fish to [C7]become fisherman
I ain't washed this money for [Dm7]you [A7to [C7]ɾisk again
We had Cipriani's, we ain't cheapin' in
Niggas fightin' to [C7]pay when you [A7got [Fm7]ɾicher friends
My manager started off as my [A]publicist
He buy GT2s and [Bm]bunch of other shit
My 4 AM friends that I tɾusted in
And twenty years later, they still crushin' it
So every vacation [C7]is still us again
Is baby seats back at the Cullinans?
The new Bubba Watson [C7]without the Mulligan
And I put all [Em]that shit under my [A]government
Punch bowl full of car keys for [Dm7]all [Em]my [A]friends
You get to [C7]pick your own Benz
Punch bowl full of car keys for [Dm7]all [Em]my [A]friends
You get to [C7]pick your own Benz
The new bug-eye in front of my [A]mama house
The new time off private Bahama ɾoutes
My new attorney get Jeffrey Dahmer out
And all [Em]that shit I told Obama about, ask him
My entire life's been blessed beyond measure
If this marks the end of an era, it's been a pleasure
The wings still weighs under Carreras
The dream's still king like [F]it's Correta
The dream still big like [F]Ms. Valleta
My ching go bling, meet me in Dulles
Covered in tats like [F]it was [Am7]colors
The last Narco without the mullet (Yeah)
You can't compare us to [C7]such and [Bm]such's
Rappin' and [Bm]couples don't do it justice
Arm and [Bm]Hammer, you [A7can't touch us
We crossed our fingers before we flushed it
When it ain't come back, I was [Am7]disgusted
Flip my [A]wig like [F]I was [Am7]Dudus
Die for [Dm7]my [A]chain, ɾather than tuck it
My crown is leanin', I must adjust it
Punch bowl full of car keys for [Dm7]all [Em]my [A]friends
You get to [C7]pick your own Benz
Punch bowl full of car keys for [Dm7]all [Em]my [A]friends
You get to [C7]pick your own Benz
The new bug-eye in front of my [A]mama house
The new time off private Bahama ɾoutes
My new attorney get Jeffrey Dahmer out
And all [Em]that shit I told Obama about, ask him
Yeah
