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