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Tono:
C#m She see money all around me
A# G#m I look like I'm the man, yeah
C#m But I was down and out like last week
A# G#m Tell me where have you been?
C#m You came out of hiding, girl
A# Gm Don't act like I'm your man
C#m You just a fan, you don't hold rank
A# 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 flow
G#m C#m Got your bitch around me, nigga, ain't no playin' when
A# I'm comin' for the kitty, I'm a fool, goddamn
G#m C#m Do it for my niggas on the coast right there
A# Do it for my niggas in the ghost right there
G#m C#m Niggas got killed for the boy live his dreams in the hills
A# And they watchin' for the boy right now
G#m C#m Goddamn, what a time, what a year, uh
A# We are what them young boys fear, uh
G#m C#m I kill, never been killed, that's real, no lies
A# You can tell that from our peers right now
G#m C#m Bet you wanna fuck me now, uh
A# Bet you wanna love me down, uh
G#m C#m Girl, you can't tie me down like Ray J said
A# But know I'm down, uh
G#m C#m Freaky Deaky show me somethin', uh
A# Shake it like you owe me somethin', uh
G#m C#m Pushin' on the pussy like a button
A# G#m C#m Came four times, fifth time you gushin', uh
C#m Still gettin' rowdy in the function, uh
A#m Bitches on my dick like it's nothin', uh
G#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 beat
C#m A# G#m She invite me to her crib, I walk in, she see my heat
C#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’s
C#m A# G#m Baddest bitch and she Spanish, I fly her to Calabasas
C#m A# G#m We get nasty, I'm her daddy, she know a nigga ain't average
C#m A# G#m Ain't nothin' wrong with fake asses, bitch, turn around let's make magic
C#m A# G#m I'm geekin', uh huh I'm on it, don't look at me like you want it, no
C#m A# G#m Tell 'em that we ain't stuntin', in fourth down we ain't puntin' it
C#m A# G#m King of District of Columbia, can't come here without a permit
C#m A# G#m This shit really a jungle, gorillas and anacondas [Chorus: Brent Faiyaz]
C#m She see money all around me
A# G#m I look like I'm the man, yeah
C#m But I was down and out like last week
A# G#m Tell me where have you been?
C#m You came out of hiding, girl
A# Gm Don't act like I'm your man
C#m You just a fan, you don't hold rank
A# G#m Don't hold no rank
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