Intro
G#m D#m
C#m
Tried to tell them niggas think outside the box
E
If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
[Chorus]
D#m G#m
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet
D#m C#m
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
F#
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it
E
You got that hate inside your soul, you can't do nothing about it
D#m C#m
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in my wallet
C#m
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
F#
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it
E
You don' sold your soul, you can't do nothing about it
[Verse 1]
E
One for the money, yes Sir, two for the show
C#m
B couple years ago, selling blow in Mexico
B
Was a starter, something good
C#m
Now I pull up in the 'Rari, I'm in my hood
E
Yeah, just rolling that dank up
Niggas ain't never wanted no war with us
C#m
Niggas ain't never did fly with us
Bitch my clique notorious
F#
Bet you can't come close to this
I sit in the back of the whip like this
C#m
Got a bankroll like I'm still serving that fish scale
E
I did a girl in private, she don't wanna hide it
C#m
Before you tell your mamma, you need to run it by me
F#
I'm takin' this personal nigga like Monica
C#m
I do what I want, I go fuck up some commas
C#m D#m
I keep a strap on me Osama, you know I came and conquered
F#
I put the hustle in front of me, you know a nigga a monster
C#m F# C#m E
You know a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time
And I'm in Chanel and Prada
[Chorus]
D#m G#m
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet
D#m C#m
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
F#
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it
E
You got that hate inside your soul, you can't do nothing about it
D#m C#m
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in my wallet
C#m
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
F#
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it
E
You don' sold your soul, you can't do nothing about it
[Verse 2]
G#m
You in them cuts 'cause that's your hiding ritual
D#m
You at your grandma house, you posted up
C#m
You put that chopper on IG
E F# E
You ready to let it go to make 'em how to believe it
You hit your block an' get in it
C#m F#
You hit that block an' get in it
D#m
You used to glorify this life, nigga
C#m
Yeah, them niggas took your life, nigga
E
You see how niggas think about you?
C#m
Now, you layin' on the pavement
F# D#m
Nigga, bleedin' from your backside
C#m
'Boutta take a long vacation
E
Pour out Hennessey for you
C#m
Pour some Hennessey for you
B
I know that's your favourite drink, nigga
C#m
(I know that's your favourite drink)
[Chorus]
D#m G#m
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet
D#m C#m
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
F#
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it
E
You got that hate inside your soul, you can't do nothing about it
D#m C#m
Got too many racks on me, can't fit in my wallet
C#m
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
F#
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it
E
You don' sold your soul, you can't do nothing about it