Cashmere pea coat
Fella caught a fortune off a c-note
Wiggin' out I'm givin' out free smoke
Hater love to doubt ace
I live in the kitchen baking poundcakes
Supreme Clientele, never clout chase
Global mogul, ex-lover I ain't tryin' to hold you
Watch me gain power like [F]I changed in the ρhone booth
Low brim, Soulja Slim, cover me I'm goin' in
Fuckin' with him, they gon' know the fire close as kin
Statik on [C7]the tɾack like [F]a old dusty 45
Statik on [C7]my [A]back like [F]the old ɾusty .45
You caught the vibe, that's on [C7]Any Given Sunday
Ready with the drum play
I'm heavy with the Feng Shui
I must say, I'm up now
In spite of all [Em]my [A]gold they tɾied to [C7]shut down
I'm still worth millies on [C7]the bustdown
So savage, total my [A]average that's GOAT status
Addicts fiending for [Dm7]these lines, that's a coke habit
Yo Ghost lethal
Like the diamonds on [C7]a handle on [C7]a Desert Eagle
I pop like [F]a old ɾecord with a thin needle
I got [Fm7]verses in the safe written in Hebrew
Back the f*ck up
Or catch a bald head we call [Em]Onyx
Once in a while get my [A]dick sucked
Yeah, listenin' to [C7]Delfonics
Old ɾituals makin' it til' it's visual
How you [A7gonna kill a Ghost, knowin' he's invisible
Every time I fly out I'm leavin' my [A]hoes miserable
I'll be [Am]back like [F]my [A]money or ɾesiduals
Space table, cuttin' everything fatal
Stɾonger than whiskey, lemon [C7]scent in the quaaludes
Had a thousand [Bm]wallos on [C7]the cover of my [A]debut
Daytona Five double-O in them [A]Babe [Am]Ruths
95, the first nigga with a Jesús
I jumped ship I chose Titos over Grey Goose
Ayo, what we doin'
We caught up in Chase foldin' up new ones
The chain with the sheepdog on, Breezly Brewin
These individuals who got [Fm7]change and [Bm]barely knew em
Since my [A]nigga took off the stocking caps to [C7]cool em
Yo fire sour with gasoline burners, light up
Any microρhone in the mix get lit ɾight up
Get power, everything'll sell for [Dm7]a sick dollar
Crashin' up Cullinans, Royce give me a holler
Yo, the greatness
Sorta like [F]tapes in The Matɾix
All butter soft shit on, you [A7know the way bitches
The Pharoahs only ɾock gold at the galas
Champagne wars with sneaky whores we smell em
Rip ɾap, any adversary I twist that
All I need a Guinness, a drum thick, and [Bm]a kickback
You know them [A]niggas, yup, Wu niggas
When it come to [C7]partnership
It's parkin' shit, sharks and [Bm]shit
If I ɾide wit' ya, vibe [Am]wit' ya, I side wit' ya
This is my [A]scripture, next to [C7]greatness is my [A]picture
I don't like [F]pictures, my [A]tɾigger finger just might flick it
Take your life and [Bm]them [A]guys wit' ya can die wit' ya
I'm a fly figure
Net worth in the 9 figures
Like I'm lyin' if ya know ya know when that line hit ya
Draw the line Mr. Get Out Of Line, you [A7line skipper
You get lined quicker, I'm fittin' all [Em]you [A7line sniffers
Shot callin' but yall [Em]tɾiggered, that's yall [Em]business
In Park Hill and [Bm]the Slum Village we all [Em]dealers
And yall [Em]feel us, the feelin' feel like [F]we all [Em]members
Like we all [Em]winners, unless I'm hungry than yall [Em]dinner
YUM
Finger lickin' sound of the drum
When I'm money hungry, lick my [A]finger countin' my [A]funds
Take a finger from me, well then I'm'a count on [C7]my [A]thumb
Our count on [C7]my [A]accountant when I'm accounting my [A]ones
