Bm
Ain’t Nobody fucking with me
F#m
First degree murder, you can get your degree
A
And you ain’t gotta wonder ’bout me wonder woman
F#m
A
Tune gonna ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan
Bm
Real nigga shit, pussy nigga gon hate
F#m
Pound of the Kush call that bitch pound cake
A
I hit it from the back
F#m
And then I gotta split
A
I’m sorry baby, sour grapes
G
She wine, baby don’t leave
A
I duck that bullshit, bob and weave
F#m
Everybody tripping, but I ain’t never tripping
G
Leave your ass flatter than my new television
G
I’m talking about money and the power
A
This shit is magic Stan Van Gundy
F#m
Ima run this shit till I’m the last man runnin
F#m7
Mack light that shit, then pass that to me
Bm
Young Money motherfucker yeah
A
We the shit, yeah Weezy go hard like Cialis
G
Don’t love that bitch, I fucked that ho
A
She pop X I smoke O’s tic-tac-toe
Bm
And I stink cause I got alot of shit on my mind
A
They say numbers don’t lie, is that a 6 or a 9?
G
I stand infront of the clock
A
Knock your pussy ass off
Bm
I ain’t playing with niggas, no sir not me
F#m
And they can’t blindfold what my third eye see
A
Yeah I was locked up, but like a bird I’m free
F#m
A
And the coupe transform, no Tyrese
Bm
Hello Goodbye, where are you Wayne?
F#m
I’m somewhere inbetween joy and pain
A
And I reach for the stars, got stuck in the clouds
F#m
A
Got high as a bitch and left my love on the ground
G
Now ain’t that about a bitch?
A
Ill take your bitch and make her everybody bitch
F#m
Backed up by a bunch of G ass nigga
G
And I just bought your girlfriend some knee pads nigga
G
Eagle street where the real niggas hung
A
Ima rep that shit till Kingdom come
F#m
Yeah Sharp brang the drank, I bring the blunts
F#m7
Fucking with me its blood, brains or guts
Bm
Fuck yall for real though
A
Sleep with the hammer under the pillow
G
Get into the room, bend her over like her elbows
A
Soon as I’m done peel off like velcro,
Bm
A
Gone; baby I’m stoned, smoking on the strong
G
Got a huge ass bong, swag off the hook
A
Stopped at the light and put my roof back on
Bm
One time for the G’s, the niggas got it lock’d
F#m
The niggas with the keys, The niggas on the block
A
The niggas on they P’s and Q’s
F#m
A
Put your bitch ass on the evening news
Bm
Jumping in the game better read the rules
F#m
High as a bitch yeah that’s me on the moon
A
Fuck with me die soon, not late
F#m
A
And I’m sorry for the motherfucking wait
F#m
F#m7
A
G
Bm
