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