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