Secrets

A                       F#m7
I can tell you're not a fan
Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, 
      Ab7
not a Benz

Don't try to come around looking for
 love, it's not here (Yeah)
Any time you hit me, I was never not
 Am7
 there (Yeah)
I don't wanna fight, I wanna take 
         F#m7
you to Chanel ('Nel)
Can I tell you something? I just 
               Ab7
hope you never tell (Yeah)
                 Ab
I said you was a dub, I meant to say
 you was a ten
I don't wanna do this sh*t again, 
     Am7
aw, man
I don't wanna do this sh*t again, 
    F#m7
not again
Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, 
      Ab
not a Benz

I don't even get the time to f*ck 
you on the weekends
Any time you pull up on me, baby, 
       A
it's a secret
I don't wanna fight, I wanna f*ck 
          F#m7
you in Chanel
At least you can never tell me that 
         Ab7
I'm not real

How you tellin' everybody, callin' 
it a secret?
Yeah, I know they wanna score on me,
                 A
 I'm playing defense


[Verse]
                         F#m7
Stay away from the fakes (Stay away)

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My n****, stay away from the jakes
                  Ab
Heard them talkin' 'bout they wanna 
put my name on the plate

But I ain't one
I just hope you n****s wear a hoodie
          Am7
 when the rain come
I just hope you n****s don't think 
           F#m7
you really stainless
I just hope my n****s don't ever, 
      Ab7
ever change on me
Oh, you really think you're so 
                  C#m
official? I'm the same one
They been telling me I fell off 
  Ab    Am7
since I came up

Baby girl, listen, you're way better
 than a bartender
Told my n****s, "Just ten toes, 
      Ab7
stand tall, yeah"

Know my n****s won't ever, ever let 
me fall, n****
I tried not to fall in love, but we 
    A
all fell in
We tried to find nine-to-fives, but 
       F#m
we was all felons
I got rich and I threw away all of 
   Ab
my Margielas

They was jealous, when I copped a 
Richard, they got more jealous
More money, more bitches, I'm 
        A
feeling marvelous
And I did some f*cked up sh*t, but I
     F#m
 was starvin' then
No fussin', just hit 'em up, ain't 
   Ab
no arguin'

No runnin', just spin the block, 
don't you talk to them
                                E  
My old bitches love me, and I don't
      A
 even f*ck with them

Look


[Chorus]
                        F#m
I can tell you're not a fan
Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, 
      Ab7
not a Benz

Don't you come around looking for 
love, it's not here
Any time you hit me, I was never not
 Em7
 there
              Em7                
I don't wanna do this sh*t again, 
      F#m7
not again (Woah)
Listen, baby, this a Lamborghini, 
      Ab7
not a Benz (Yeah)
I don't even get the time to f*ck 
           Ab
you on the weekends
Any time you pull up on me, baby, 
        Am7
it's a secret
I don't wanna fight, I wanna f*ck 
       F#m7
you in Chanel (Yeah)
At least you can never tell me that 
         Ab7
I'm not real

How you tellin' everybody, callin' 
it a secret?
Yeah, I know they wanna score on me,
              Ab
 I'm playing defense (Defense)