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