Chords with lyrics
Key: Abm
Intro Tab:
(Play 1x Before Lyrics Come In)
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E|-2-5-------2-5-------|
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F# A
Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake
B A#
On my life, man, fuck's sake
F# A
If I did, I'd ménage with 'em
B A#
And let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake
F# A
My man full, he just ate
B A#
I don't duck nobody but tape
F# A
Yeah, that was a setup
B N.C.
For a punchline on duct tape
F# A
Wo-Wo-Wo-Worried 'bout if my butt fake
B A#
Wo-Worried 'bout y'all ni**as, us straight
F# A
Th-These girls are my sons
B A#
Jo-Jon & Kate Plus Eight
F# A
When I walk in, zip up straight
B A#
I don't give a fuck if I was late
F# A
Dinner with my man on a G5
B N.C.
Is my idea of a update
F# A
Hut-hut one, hut-hut two
B N.C.
Big titties, big butt too
F# A
Fu-Fuck with them real ni**as
B A#
Who don't tell ni**as what they up to
F# A
Had to show bitches where the top is
B A#
Ri-Ring finger where the rock is
F# A
The-These hoes couldn't test me
B A#
Even if their name was Pop Quiz
F# A
Bad bitches who I fuck with
B A#
Ma-Ma-Mad bitches we don't fuck with
F# A
I don't fuck with them chickens
B A#
Unless they last name is Cutlet
F# A
Let it soak in
B A#
Like seasoning
F# A
And tell them bitches blow me
B A#
Lance Stephenson
♫ Chorus:
F# A B A#
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
F# A B A#
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
F# A B A#
Nothin' but bad bitches in here tonight
F# A B A#
Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet
F# A B A#
Nothin' but real ni**as only, bad bitches only
F# A B A#
Rich ni**as only, independent bitches only
F# A B A#
Boss ni**as only, thick bitches only
F# A B A#
I got my real ni**as here by my side--- only
F# A
I never fucked Nicki 'cause she got a man
B A#
But when that's over, then I'm first in line
F# A
And the other day in her Maybach
B A#
I thought, "Goddamn, this is the perfect time"
F# A
We had just come from that video
B A#
You know, L.A. traffic, how the city slow
F# A
She was sittin' down on that big butt
B N.C. F#
But I was still starin' at the titties though
A B
Yeah, low-key or maybe high-key
A# F# A
I been peeped that you like me, you know?
B A#
Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me?
F# A B A#
I mean--- it doesn't take much for us to do this shit quietly
F# A B N.C.
I mean--- she say I'm obsessed with thick women and I agree
F# A B N.C.
Yeah, that's right, I like my girls BBW
F# A B A#
Yeah, type that wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you
F# A B A#
Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable
F# A B A#
Ass on Houston, Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable
F# A B A#
Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you
F# A
The NBA players fuck with you
B A#
The bad-ass bitches doin' makeup and hair fuck with you.
F# A B A#
Oh, that's 'cause I believe in somethin' and I stand for it
F# A
And Nicki, if you ever tryna fuck
B A#
Just give me the heads-up, so I can plan for it
♫ Chorus:
F# A B A#
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
F# A B A#
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
F# A B A#
Nothin' but bad bitches in here tonight
F# A B A#
Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet
F# A B A#
Nothin' but real ni**as only, bad bitches only
F# A B A#
Rich ni**as only, independent bitches only
F# A B A#
Boss ni**as only, thick bitches only
F# A B A#
I got my real ni**as here by my side--- only
F# A
I never fucked Nick' and that's fucked up
B A#
If I did fuck, she'd be fucked up
F# A
Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it right
B A#
'Cause she act like she need dick in her life
F# A
That's another story, I'm no story-teller
B A#
I piss greatness, like goldish yellow
F# A
All my goons so overzealous
B A#
I'm from Hollygrove, the holy Mecca
F# A
Calendar say I got money for days
B A#
I squirm and I shake, but I'm stuck in my ways
F# A
My girlfriend will beat a bitch up if she wave
B A#
They bet' not fuck with her surfboard, surfboard
F# A
My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade
B A#
Don't have my money? Take mothers instead
F# A
You got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth
B A#
Then I make you burp, boy, treat beef like sirloin
F# A
I'm talkin' 'bout runnin' in houses with army guns
B A#
So think about your son and daughter rooms
F# A
Got two hoes with me, masked up, they got smaller guns
B A#
Ain't thinkin' 'bout your son and daughter rooms
F# A
This shit is crazy, my ni**a
B A#
I mean brazy, my ni**a
F# A
That money talk, I just rephrase it, my ni**a
B A#
Blood gang, take the "B" off behavior, my ni**a
F# A
For reals, if you mouth off, I blow your face off
B A#
I mean "pop-pop-pop" then I take off
F# A
Ni**a, now you see me, ni**a, now you don't
B A#
Like Jamie Foxx actin' like Ray Charles
F# A
Sixteen in a clip, one in the chamber
B A#
17 Ward bully with seventeen bullets
F# A
My story is how I went from "poor me"
B A#
To "please pour me a drink and celebrate with me"
♫ Chorus:
F# A B A#
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
F# A B A#
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
F# A B A#
Nothin' but bad bitches in here tonight
F# A B A#
Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet (Young Mula, baby)
F# A B A#
Nothin' but real ni**as only, bad bitches only
F# A B A#
Rich ni**as only, independent bitches only
F# A B A#
Boss ni**as only, thick bitches only
F# A B A#
I got my real ni**as here by my side--- only
