Verse
F
Blood all on the Rick's, Rick's, Rick's, Rick's, Rick's
Am
I'm richer than a bitch, bitch, bitch, white bitch
A#
Blue face everywhere
Pull up, they stare
Gm
Fendi, my underwear
A#m F
She suck my dick she like "Damn"
Am
I didn't need a money counter, (Count em')
A#
Money all over the kitchen counter (Count em')
Gm
I think I need me a money counter, (Count em')
A#m F
Money all over the kitchen counter
Call my doctor to handle my pain
Am
Perky's taking my life away
I'm a bag your bitch, because I can
A#
I'm a go take your wife away
Choppa on me Afghanistan
Gm
That bitch kill many men
A#m
Over the bag, over the cash, yeah
F
I'm a money fan
Over the bag, on your ass, yeah
Am
Hoppin out the van
Switched up to the Lamb
A#
How you niggas like me now, yeah
No limit, the gang
Gm
Try it, they gonna shoot you down, yeah
A#m
Loaded up, they gone gun you down
[Chorus]
F
They say hard work pays off, I've been feeling paid off
Am
Tryna take it then you dead, Nate Dogg
A#
Put the chopper to your head, and take it off
Gm A#m F
Fast break, taking off, dunk on the bitch, John Wall, woah
Keep niggas on they toes
Am
I ain't never play fair, throwin elbows
A#
This an AK, yeah, bullet to your skull
Gm A#m
Damn, now its blood all on my Rick Owens
[Verse 2]
F
They say hard work pays off, I've been feeling paid off
Am
Dripping on them everyday, steak sauce
A#
Put the chopper to your head, take it off
Gm
Fast lane, taking it off
A#m
Breaking your ankle, Chris Paul
F
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Am
I'm so on 'em now my legacy will never fade
A#
I've been traumatized before but still I'm not afraid
Gm A#m
I done seen friends turn foe it don't amaze me
F
Came from the bottom of the creek that shit was ugly
Am
Made it to the top of the mountain drankin' muddy
A#
Everyone around me change and I feel so neglected
Gm A#m F
Hopping on the bird, with some birds, they respected (Yeah, yeah)
Am
24/7 everyday we get it in (Yeah, yeah)
A# Gm A#m
Yeah, started living out my dream, feel like I was born again
[Chorus]
F
They say hard work pays off, I've been feeling paid off
Am
Tryna take it then you dead, Nate Dogg
A#
Put the chopper to your head, and take it off
Gm A#m F
Fast break, taking off, dunk on the bitch, John Wall, woah
Keep niggas on they toes
Am
I ain't never play fair, throwin elbows
A#
This an AK, yeah, bullet to your skull
Gm A#m
Damn, now its blood all on my Rick Owens