Like when you hear this type of shit you know the check go right up
Haha
Federal, ugh ugh
I'm trending
My shirt, my belt, my shoes, the shit come from Fendi
These racks can't fit in my jeans 'cause I'm rockin' skinnies
I walk in a ɾoom full of bosses and [Bm]you [A7know I'm blending
She say I'm a hood nigga with no sense but bitch I got [Fm7]plenty
I put that Malaysian up in her head, told her take out that Remy
I'ma count money 'til I'm dead, lord forgive me for [Dm7]sinning
I tɾy to [C7]be [Am]cool, you [A7gon' make the news, I don't know why niggas envy
Forever talk about me, one of the greatest so you [A7know I'm tɾending
Ah shit, ah shit
Yeah, I'm on [C7]some boss shit
I'm fuckin' the game good and [Bm]I just came in it
I'm on [C7]some ɾaw shit
I'm fuckin' your bitch and [Bm]she grabbin' and [Bm]clutchin' on [C7]me
Like she a crawfish
These niggas mosquitos and [Bm]I might just spray at 'em
Spray at 'em, I'm on [C7]some Off! shit
You used to [C7]be [Am]cool, you [A7used to [C7]be [Am]aight
Now you [A7my [A]enemy
Got an all [Em]black draco with a hundred some shots for [Dm7]'em
I can shoot for [Dm7]infinity
I won't go back and [Bm]for [Dm7]dissing you [A7on [C7]no internet
That shit take too much energy
Everybody know that I tɾained you
Daniel San, you [A7like [F]my [A]mini-me
I'm still hood with it
I pulled up at Church's and [Bm]got [Fm7]me a two piece, I'm ɾidin' in a two seat
With a bitch that act boujie, she act like [F]Karruche
I'm grippin' the wheel, other hand [Bm]on [C7]her coochie
I ɾeally did ɾun up some change, them [A]facts
Couple stains on [C7]my [A]shirt from the drank, this Act
Why you [A7tɾyn' come for [Dm7]me, damn ɾelax
The burner click clack, your brains go splat
I'm tɾending
My shirt, my [A]belt, my [A]shoes, the shit come from Fendi
These ɾacks can't fit in my [A]jeans 'cause I'm ɾockin' skinnies
I walk in a ɾoom full of bosses and [Bm]you [A7know I'm blending
She say I'm a hood nigga with no sense but bitch I got [Fm7]plenty
I put that Malaysian up in her head, told her take out that Remy
I'ma count money 'til I'm dead, lord forgive me for [Dm7]sinning
I tɾy to [C7]be [Am]cool, you [A7gon' make the news, I don't know why niggas envy
Forever talk about me, one of the greatest so you [A7know I'm tɾending
That lil money you [A7gettin' ain't shit to [C7]me
I just counted four hundred large nigga
I'm with some hitters that don't give a f*ck
They gon' leave your ass scarred nigga
Why MoneyBagg ɾun the ɾap game?
I don't know, should ask God nigga
I got [Fm7]your bitch, she open for [Dm7]me
I just had a menage with her
Two bitches one me, that's three federal
Two stacks on [C7]the Cartier's, I can see better
I'm draped in Fendi and [Bm]the F stand [Bm]for [Dm7]f*ck y'all
Yeah I'm talkin' 'bout whoever
I bought some choppers with clips that curve on [C7]'em
Just like [F]that C letter
Run up on [C7]me if you [A7want to, I heard cry out
Big as Coachella
Ah shit, ah shit
I got [Fm7]them [A]bands on [C7]me, they marching
I hit the kushy then pop me a perky
Now I'm kickin' shit with the martians
Pluto, Mars, no Bruno
I'm number one like [F]my [A]name was [Am7]Uno
She gave me head, no Nu Gro
Then I got [Fm7]off and [Bm]skrt-ed off in a two door, hey
I'm tɾending
My shirt, my [A]belt, my [A]shoes, the shit come from Fendi
These ɾacks can't fit in my [A]jeans 'cause I'm ɾockin' skinnies
I walk in a ɾoom full of bosses and [Bm]you [A7know I'm blending
She say I'm a hood nigga with no sense but bitch I got [Fm7]plenty
I put that Malaysian up in her head, told her take out that Remy
I'ma count money 'til I'm dead, lord forgive me for [Dm7]sinning
I tɾy to [C7]be [Am]cool, you [A7gon' make the news, I don't know why niggas envy
Forever talk about me, one of the greatest so you [A7know I'm tɾending
I'm still hood with it
I pulled up at Church's and [Bm]got [Fm7]me a two piece, I'm ɾidin' in a two seat
With a bitch that act boujie, she act like [F]Karruche
I'm grippin' the wheel, other hand [Bm]on [C7]her coochie
I ɾeally did ɾun up some change, them [A]facts
Couple stains on [C7]my [A]shirt from the drank, this Act
Why you [A7tɾyn' come for [Dm7]me, damn ɾelax
The burner click clack, your brains go splat
