Think About It

Damn man (Nard & B)
I done just woke up
A fuckin' 'nother day, another dollar, another bitch
(Trenchwerk) and another bankroll, hey

I take my hustle state to state, say I go different places
I shake a lot of hands, do shows and I see different faces
I smoke a blunt then close my [A]eyes because my [A]mental ɾacing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it
I pulled the floor up, put marble down, it need ɾenovatin'
Open the safe, see them [A]ɾubberbands on [C7]them [A]bigger faces
I done bought everything that I ever wanted but it's still empty spaces
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it

I watch my [A]cousin the kitchen, he like [F]a slave whipped (he whip it up)
My uncle died from that needle, yeah it was [Am7]AIDS nigga (my [A]Uncle Roy)
Turner Field might be [Am]gone but I'm still brave nigga (say what)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it
That money counter count it for [Dm7]me, I'ma made man (that money baby)
I told my [A]buddy, "Don't ɾeneg," like [F]a spades hand [Bm](I don't ɾenig)
These Cartiers but they used to [C7]be [Am]some Ray Bans (rich homie)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it
Everyday I'm Sunday fresh, I talk that shit just like [F]a preacher (I talk that shit)
Niggas merge into [C7]my [A]lane just like [F]a car without a blinker (skkkrrrt)
They don't hear what I'm sayin', they like [F]a car without no speakers (that ɾight too)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it

I take my [A]hustle state to [C7]state, say I go different places
I shake a lot of hands, do shows and [Bm]I see different faces
I smoke a blunt then close my [A]eyes because my [A]mental ɾacing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it
I pulled the floor up, put marble down, it need ɾenovatin'
Open the safe, see them [A]ɾubberbands on [C7]them [A]bigger faces (it's the biggest)
I done bought everything that I ever wanted but it's still empty space
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it

Reservations at Chops, Lamborghinis no tops
Menages for [Dm7]lunch, Ferraris out front
We might f*ck on [C7]the lake, so much paper to [C7]make
Rubberbands on [C7]the hundreds, sip Rosé in the bank
I made her quit her job, Moschino, she's a star
Versace in the fall, Gucci, I keep her ɾaw
She so clean and [Bm]Celine, pussy cute as could be
I like [F]to [C7]take ρhotos, I just to [C7]keep 'em [A]for [Dm7]me
Flatline, f*ck her 'till that pussy dead (the biggest)
Keep her off that social media a couple day
She went and [Bm]got [Fm7]it tatted, said a nigga name
She know I got [Fm7]her back, I mean a million [C7]ways

I take my [A]hustle state to [C7]state, say I go different places
I shake a lot of hands, do shows and [Bm]I see different faces
I smoke a blunt then close my [A]eyes because my [A]mental ɾacing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it
I pulled the floor up, put marble down, it need ɾenovatin'
Open the safe, see them [A]ɾubberbands on [C7]them [A]bigger faces
I done bought everything that I ever wanted but it's still empty space
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, think about it