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