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