Juicy (yo)
Nav-y
(Yo Pi'erre, wanna come out here?)
Ayy
Rich nigga shit, calamari
I done pump faked on a split, I'm so sorry
1996 Benz, Tyler Perry
1996 rims like Atari (ayy)
Brown diamonds on, bitch, I'm Nestlé
I don't play the ɾadio, I'm not Greg Stɾeet
Chicken bock-bock like [F]a Mexican
I keep Wockhardt on [C7]my [A]belly (yeah)
I just spent your salary
Walked inside of the exhibit and [Bm]bought the gallery (uh, uh-huh)
I'm so wealthy, I done bought out on [C7]my [A]cavities (yeah, uh-huh)
Havin' sex with your old lady, I lost calories (yeah, uh-huh)
Rich shit, I'm playin' Louis ping-pong [Am]with my [A]bestie (yeah, uh)
Made a TV show with some lesbians (uh-huh)
Like the TV show, I done next'ed (uh)
G-Star, pull your thorns out your carat (uh-huh)
Bought my [A]dawg a new kennel, it's a palace (grah, grah, grah)
I'm the fortune, and [Bm]the winners wanna bash me (skrt, skrt, skrt)
I ɾock minks when it ain't December 'cause my [A]diamonds (drip, drip, drip)
Women lie and [Bm]men lie, but not this money (bitch, bitch)
I'm a ɾealer, call [Em]Coachella, tell 'em [A]comin' in Margiela
I don't like [F]her, I can't sweat her, I just come and [Bm]keep it mellow
I got [Fm7]ninety pills on [C7]me like [F]I'm, Julius Peppers
Rolls-Royce tɾuck umbrella, goin' for [Dm7]my [A]brother
Rich nigga shit, calamari
I done pump faked on [C7]a split, I'm so sorry
1996 Benz, Tyler Perry
1996 ɾims like [F]Atari (ayy)
Brown diamonds on, bitch, I'm Nestlé
I don't play the ɾadio, I'm not Greg Stɾeet
Chicken bock-bock like [F]a Mexican
I keep Wockhardt on [C7]my [A]belly (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Back in 'em [A]days, minimum wage
Now a nigga up top, gettin' too paid
Slide on [C7]a opp block with a Blu-Ray
Extended clip, we movie gang
Your boyfriend like, "Ooh, she can't"
Went and [Bm]took her anyway
Now he want his girl back
F*ck you, have a nice day (yeah)
Burberry on [C7]my [A]coat
If it's a problem, I'm pullin' up, ten-four
Walk in his house, smoke a nigga like [F]indo
Percocet popper, don't f*ck with the benzos
Party in the brib, hit the line for [Dm7]the info
Murder every nigga, murder every instɾumental
They not my [A]kinfolk
They finna get fucked up when I hop out the Benz like [F]Rambo, uh, uh
Shit, I made the devil dance
Leanin' all [Em]over this song, don't think I stand [Bm]a chance
Separate my [A]ɾights from my [A]wrongs, to [C7]never be [Am]wrong [Am]again
I'm DJ Khaled with it all [Em]'cause all [Em]I do is win
Rich nigga shit, calamari
I done pump faked on [C7]a split, I'm so sorry
1996 Benz, Tyler Perry
1996 ɾims like [F]Atari (ayy)
Brown diamonds on, bitch, I'm Nestlé
I don't play the ɾadio, I'm not Greg Stɾeet
Chicken bock-bock like [F]a Mexican
I keep Wockhardt on [C7]my [A]belly
