C#m She see money all around meA# G#m I look like I'm the man, yeahC#m But I was down and out like last weekA# G#m Tell me where have you been?C#m You came out of hiding, girlA# Gm Don't act like I'm your manC#m You just a fan, you don't hold rankA# G#m Don't hold no rank [Verse 1: GoldLink]C#m A# Dirty ass, Maryland ass nigga with a sick ass mouth and a slick ass flowG#m C#m Got your bitch around me, nigga, ain't no playin' whenA# I'm comin' for the kitty, I'm a fool, goddamnG#m C#m Do it for my niggas on the coast right thereA# Do it for my niggas in the ghost right thereG#m C#m Niggas got killed for the boy live his dreams in the hillsA# And they watchin' for the boy right nowG#m C#m Goddamn, what a time, what a year, uhA# We are what them young boys fear, uhG#m C#m I kill, never been killed, that's real, no liesA# You can tell that from our peers right nowG#m C#m Bet you wanna fuck me now, uhA# Bet you wanna love me down, uhG#m C#m Girl, you can't tie me down like Ray J saidA# But know I'm down, uhG#m C#m Freaky Deaky show me somethin', uhA# Shake it like you owe me somethin', uhG#m C#m Pushin' on the pussy like a buttonA# G#m C#m Came four times, fifth time you gushin', uhC#m Still gettin' rowdy in the function, uhA#m Bitches on my dick like it's nothin', uhG#m C#m A# G#m Everywhere I go now, always got shit bumpin', jumpin', thumpin', jumpin', yeah [Verse 2: Shy Glizzy (Young Jefe)]C#m A# G#m Hey, nice to meet, I’m Young Jefe, who you be?C#m A# G#m Got my piece in Southeast, got her clappin' to this beatC#m A# G#m She invite me to her crib, I walk in, she see my heatC#m A# G#m She said, "But I live in the hills," bitch, that’s just the way I sleep.C#m A# G#m Stop that madness, I'm a savage, in traffic with MAC 11’sC#m A# G#m Baddest bitch and she Spanish, I fly her to CalabasasC#m A# G#m We get nasty, I'm her daddy, she know a nigga ain't averageC#m A# G#m Ain't nothin' wrong with fake asses, bitch, turn around let's make magicC#m A# G#m I'm geekin', uh huh I'm on it, don't look at me like you want it, noC#m A# G#m Tell 'em that we ain't stuntin', in fourth down we ain't puntin' itC#m A# G#m King of District of Columbia, can't come here without a permitC#m A# G#m This shit really a jungle, gorillas and anacondas [Chorus: Brent Faiyaz]C#m She see money all around meA# G#m I look like I'm the man, yeahC#m But I was down and out like last weekA# G#m Tell me where have you been?C#m You came out of hiding, girlA# Gm Don't act like I'm your manC#m You just a fan, you don't hold rankA# G#m Don't hold no rank
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