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(Ayy, Zypitano got that gas)
N/C
(Six, chill, fool, for real, for real)
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Yeah
Look
Uh, look
[Verse: Rod Wave]
G
We went from rags to riches, uh
D
Project fences to livin' luxury
BmC
Now we live luxury
Straight out that bottom, nobody gave nothing to me
GD
Be careful while fucking with me
All of my lil' brothers 'bout it, they cuttin' for me
EmC
Yeah, they gon' cut you for me
Lay in the cut with them cutters and cut you for free
GD
Say she in love with me (What else?)
But save your love, I just want your company
BmC
I fall in the club for free
I give out daps and them hugs, wasn't no one's for me
GD
'Cause that type of shit don't faze a player, uh (What else?)
EmC
This type of shit is what make a hater
[Pre-Chorus: Rod Wave]
GD
When you got it out the mud, yeah
Ran it up, yeah
BmC
Really don't give no fuck, yeah
Don't give no fuck
GD
When you turn nothing to something, yeah
Really hustlin', yeah
EmC
Young and gettin' that money, yeah
We getting that money, yeah
[Chorus: Rod Wave & ATR Son Son]
G
Rags to riches (What else?)
D
Rags to riches, uh (What else?)
Rags to riches (What else?)
Bm
Rags to riches (What else?)
C
Rags to riches, uh (What else?)
Rags to riches (What else? Damn)
G
Rags to riches (What else?)
D
Rags to riches, uh (What else?)
Em
Rags to riches (What else?)
C
To riches (What else? Damn)
[Outro: Rod Wave]
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Yeah
GD
Rags to riches, rags to (Ayy, Zypitano got that gas)
EmC
Rags to riches, rags to riches (6, chill, fool, for real, for real)
GDBmC
Rags to riches
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