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