调:G minor•
Verse 1
Gm
Bb
Cm
C#
Cm
Check,
Check, check, yeah
Don't get your feelings hurt,
so damn choked
about bitches and dudes
write scripts and movies
Ain't no messin' with me,
what my blessing to be
Bb
Fm
I set back, great, bad, like the ass
Cm
Bb
Fm
Ask anybody if this ass on a body
I love a young hottie
Cm
Bb
Cm
No miles, I smile, past the num ber
You like the psyched out thing?
Bling blingin' baby
Drivin' crazy
Singin' baby
Type of shit we do
Gin, beer Alpha Pucka, Hennessy,
for niggas disrespecting me
Intercept your children walking
home after school
were thinking
when you thought
You can master funk that we brought
Cm
Bb
Gm
Idiot, yeah, coughs to balls
took a loss to say the least
Ain't that a bitch?
somebody better tell these
niggas bout this
While you lookin' for my safe
and tearin' up my house
Cm
Gm
I've all the world y 'all minglin' baby
Gm
Bb
Gm
My wrist iced out, chain iced out
So much ice you can turn your lights out
I even ice my gun
I'm fuckin' with you,
Paid the cost to be the boss,
so I ain't takin' the loss
to bust my tools
Don't be mad at the game,
cause your girl said bye
Then she said hi,
I guess we'll be seeing you later
from Vegas to Cancun
Cm
Gm
Banging jet skis in the month of June
see?
y 'all mingling baby
Cm
Gm
Cm
Type of shit we do,
drives me crazy,
Outro 1
Cm
Gm
Gm
Cm
Bb
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