Bout A Million

Pop Smoke

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Am F F E 2x [Chorus] The cheapest ring on my body cost a
Am hundred (Yeah)
F I got 'bout a million worth in jewels
E Am Look, I made a quarter up in London (Yeah)
F Then I bought twenty chops for the
E hood [Verse 1]
Am Look, run down (Run down), tag 'em
F (Tag 'em) I give 'em twenty if he catch 'em (Catch 'em) .44 (.44), blast him (Blast him)
E Hit 'em up, then I'm dashin' (Baow)
Am I'm poppin' (Poppin'), I'm flashy (Flashy)
F The bitches love me 'cause I'm catchy (Catchy) Bad bitch (Bad bitch), sassy (Sassy)
E She got that fire like a dragon (Dragon)
Am Look, big body, Wagon (Huh)
F I remember I ain't have it (Huh) Twenty-one, I'm a savage (I'm a savage)
E I got twenty-one in the carats (Carats)
Am Throwin' bullets (Bullets)
F Throwin' bullets like I'm Madden
E Leave that nigga in a casket [Chorus] The cheapest ring on my body cost a
Am hundred (Yeah)
F I got 'bout a million worth in jewels
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E Am Look, I made a quarter up in London (Yeah)
F Then I bought twenty chops for the
E hood The cheapest ring on my body cost a
Am hundred (Yeah)
F I got 'bout a million worth in jewels
E Am Look, I made a quarter up in London (Yeah)
F Then I bought twenty chops for the hood
E For all my niggas, for all my
Am niggas, baow [Verse 2]
F Bitch, blitz, Crips, fast, drop,
E rest the blocks
Am F We still steppin', we still stretch shit
E What's on me? a FN, a FN, a F&N
Am Took my bitch up out the Taurus, put
F her in a Benz That bitch there ain't worth a
E quarter, I fuck with tens
Am Right after she said, "I couldn't",
F I fucked again Earrings on me look like boogers,
E bitch, I'm worth some M's [Verse 3]
Am F 21, bang, do whatever for the gang (On God) Nudy gon' pop out with that stick
E and I know that he won't say a name (Ssh)
Am Buddy got put in a box, he came to
F the wrong hood lookin' for fame (Pussy) Ain't no secret, big 4L's, them
E fuckboys know what I claim (Pussy)
Am Richard Mille, copped without a show-box (21)
F Four-five, make you do the hold up (21) Pop Smoke, gun smoke, same thang (Same thang)
E I'm on the block slangin' cold cuts (Cut)
Am Say you got a body, nigga, so what? (21)
F Terrorize shit, we got a whole bunch (Bitch) None of my opps ain't on nothin' (Pussy)
E Broke ass bitches got one gun (21, 21)
Am She get so wet and she slippery (Slippery)
F She screamin' and yellin', "Put dick in me" (21) Most of these jewelers is sick of me (21)
E Savage spend money ridiculously (On God)
Am I ain't with all of the bickery (Straight up)
F They disappear, I know trickery (Straight up) He made a diss and it tickle me (On God)
E I don't let bullshit get to me (21)
Am F Switches on the Glocks, rest in piss to all my opps (21)
E We treat beef like albums, nigga, all that shit get dropped (On God)
Am I ain't got no brain, I spent your
F E budget on my watch (Pussy, 21) [Chorus] The cheapest ring on my body cost a
Am hundred (Yeah)
F I got 'bout a million worth in jewels
E Am Look, I made a quarter up in London (Made a quarter)
F Then I bought twenty chops for the
E hood (On God) The cheapest ring on my body cost a
Am hundred (Yeah)
F I got 'bout a million worth in jewels
E Am Look, I made a quarter up in London (Yeah)
F Then I bought twenty chops for the
E hood
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Composition: 21 Savage, 42 Dugg, AXL Beats, and Pop Smoke

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