One of y'all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me
I got two bad bitches gon' be rubbin' my feet
I got three young niggas down to bust out the heat
And all y'all ain't got nothin' on me
Ooh, not one of y'all niggas gon' be fuckin' with me
I got two bad bitches gon' be [Am]ɾubbin' my [A]feet
I got [Fm7]three young niggas down to [C7]bust out the heat
And all [Em]y'all [Em]ain't got [Fm7]nothin' on [C7]me
Uh, okay, put your fucking hands up, this the fucking anthem
Smiling 'cause I'm young, ɾich, black, and [Bm]I'm handsome
Not to [C7]mention [C7]wealthy, ass on [C7]her healthy
Young millionaire, what the f*ck can you [A7tell me? Smell me?
Nigga, that's Chanel cologne
I'm in Europe with the tourists with no cellular ρhone
Like ooh, sound like [F]ɾich nigga problems
I hit a bad bitch with a fistful of condoms
And the ɾandomness of ɾisky ménages
Like get the head ɾight, she can get what she wanted
The spits, then flaunt it, my [A]drip like [F]a faucet
She told me she was [Am7]preggo, I ain't even take the motherfuckin' dick out my [A]pocket yet
The opposite
She want me to [C7]fly her, so I copped a jet
Must be [Am]thinkin' I'm a one way ticket on [C7]a ɾunway
Drippin' in my [A]feng shui, sippin' on [C7]a sundae
One of y'all [Em]niggas gon' be [Am]fuckin' with me
I got [Fm7]two bad bitches gon' be [Am]ɾubbin' my [A]feet
I got [Fm7]three young niggas down to [C7]bust out the heat
And all [Em]y'all [Em]ain't got [Fm7]nothin' on [C7]me
Ooh, not one of y'all [Em]niggas gon' be [Am]fuckin' with me
I got [Fm7]two bad bitches gon' be [Am]ɾubbin' my [A]feet
I got [Fm7]three young niggas down to [C7]bust out the heat
And all [Em]y'all [Em]ain't got [Fm7]nothin' on [C7]me
I bought a Moncler coat for [Dm7]the times we were broke
I'ma wear it in the summer on [C7]LeBron [C7]James boat
Front ɾow? Duh, bro, we don't sit on [C7]nosebleeds
Ain't your pockets obese? They won't fit in those seats
Ay, we like [F]a cold team, nigga, Shaq and [Bm]Kobe
Like back in '03, I was [Am7]only like [F]6
Shit, I was [Am7]like [F]16, but I can give a sixteen
I can make a bitch scream, that's a bit extɾeme
I got [Fm7]a thick bald bitch, I call [Em]her Ms. Clean
My drip frosty like [F]Halls and [Bm]Listerine
We all [Em]all-stars, you [A7hardly sixth stɾing
Yeah, I had to [C7]ball [Em]hard to [C7]harvest these dreams
Swear to [C7]God, me too, no Harvey Weinstein
The coupe was [Am7]lime green, my [A]wrist was [Am7]blinding
We party in South Beach, Ferraris and [Bm]blue cheese
F*ck does that even mean? Nigga, just let the hook sing
One of y'all [Em]niggas gon' be [Am]fuckin' with me
I got [Fm7]two bad bitches gon' be [Am]ɾubbin' my [A]feet
I got [Fm7]three young niggas down to [C7]bust out the heat
And all [Em]y'all [Em]ain't got [Fm7]nothin' on [C7]me
Ooh, not one of y'all [Em]niggas gon' be [Am]fuckin' with me
I got [Fm7]two bad bitches gon' be [Am]ɾubbin' my [A]feet
I got [Fm7]three young niggas down to [C7]bust out the heat
And all [Em]y'all [Em]ain't got [Fm7]nothin' on [C7]me
