Chorus: Young Thug: Cm I got the venture door fully, yeah Fm Bb I'm mixing Act in all my sushi, uh oh oh Cm I make her tell me that's my pussy, yeah Fm Ab Gotta drink that syrup, gotta smoke that cookie, yeah Cm Ayy, they red dot you on my say so Fm Bb Two hundred racks and now the case closed, yeah Cm We gettin' cheese like we was Esco's Fm Ab Bb They throw tacos and we catch those, yeah, yeah
Verse: Cm AK's on the floor (slatt) Money on the floor (let's go) Ab I keep b**ches on deck (and what) Bb Got Louis Vuitton drawers on my dick (let's go) Cm You used to trap at the store (yeah) Cm We used to rob at the store (yeah) Fm Bb Now I'm gettin' a hundred-fifty for a show, woah Cm Yeah, Hellcat in the garage, I gave that sh*t to my bro Cm Everything she want she got it, she gave a nigga six hundred poor Yeah, I took bricks of molly, I got bricks of both Cm Yeah, I just got b**ches slidin', I got hoes on coast (let's go) Cm Your drip outer space and you fresh as saran Ab Bb You was out of place and they made you ran Cm Invite the old me Fm Ab Yeah, my b**ches bad in they panties Cm Get all the bags, they can't stand me Fm Bb I know you and your mans in the back seat Cm Had the Bentley Sport, I was mashing Fm I put on eight rings, I had 'em kissing Verse: Cm Money old like the temptation Ab Bb Diamonds froze like an igloo Cm Just got three hundred bags in Fm Ab Sold 'em all in twenty minutes Cm Range Rover, cost the same as a Bentley Cm Old money like an Atari Cm I'm gettin' new money, PlayStation (FreeBandz) Ab Fm Jump on a jet, change the weather Cm Red dot like you got chicken pox Ab Bb Change your mind if you tryna rob Cm Bb My chain weigh a key, I'm heavyweight Fm Bb My b**ch she got a lot of followers Cm But I have way more paper than her Fm Bb Plain rose gold Audemar Cm I ain't got a lot of jewelry on Fm Two diamond ropes cost me ninety bands
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