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