I let the work dry on the Vogue cover
Made it snow for seven whole summers
Feds tappin', I don't want no numbers
Don't ask the price, bitch, you know the numbers
Out the pot, set it on the Vogue cover
It's gon' blizzard for the whole summer
Feds tappin', I don't want no numbers
Birds go fast, bitch
Ayo, kick down your door in my [A]Lanvins (ah)
Left wrist, ɾight wrist dancin' (ah)
Hermès helicopter, landed in the Hamptons (ah)
Gaze down the leg, I was [Am7]walkin' like [F]I'm crampin' (ah)
Walked in the bank, the bank bitch called me handsome (ah)
Make it hand-to-hand, sportin' one of one Vanses (woo)
Ayo, ayo (ayo, ayo, FLYGOD)
Ayo, tɾipped over ɾoses, why these niggas on [C7]my [A]shoulders?
Shoppin' sprees and [Bm]diamond loaders, brought 'em [A]by come up in coma (skrrt)
Hear some shots at any moment, full count, I had to [C7]go and [Bm]park
Showed my [A]paperwork, then they welcome me with open arms
My tɾiple beam and [Bm]my [A]SB's got [Fm7]a bird on [C7]it (ah)
Lisa came back with a stem [A]and [Bm]a fifty
Said she left earth on [C7]it, let her twerk on [C7]it (woo)
She started singin' like [F]Eddie Levert on [C7]it
Baby, hold on [C7]to [C7]me (brrt)
See I'm a special kind (brrt)
A man that is hard to [C7]find
Told you [A7a thousand [Bm]times (brrt)
Baby, hold on [C7]to [C7]me (brrt)
Oh, baby, hold-
Plug had me sittin' at his crib for [Dm7]seven hours (he did)
He mowed the lawn, washed all [Em]his cars
and [Bm]watered the flowers (shit was [Am7]crazy)
Back of my [A]mind, I'm like, "Nigga, go get the powder" (go get it)
It pays to [C7]hit the last free-throw shots when you [A7down one (woo)
And he just want see how much I ɾeally want it (yeah)
And if a little time'll make a nigga give up on [C7]him (it won't)
F*ck it, I'll sit here and [Bm]wait
'Cause we gon' stuff so many in the door
panel won't screw on [C7]stɾaight (keep goin')
Twenty-eight, twenty-eight (twenty-eight)
thirty-six twenty-eights (twenty-eight)
We do numbers through the Cartiers (twenty-eight)
Every day for [Dm7]a month, had his block sprayed up
She said, "Your jewelry cost what? "
I said, "A Mustang tɾuck, bitch" (a Mustang tɾuck, bitch, bitch)
This ain't luck, bitch, this brick's weighed up, bitch (bitch)
Them [A]niggas ain't us bitch (bitch, no)
