Intro
Future & Young Thug]
B F# A#m
One penthouse, two Benz
A#m
This for shorty and her girlfriend, yeah
B C#
I feel like I'm Hercules, oh
A#m Ebm
You gone get paid if you work for me, oh
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
A#m B
About to feed my dogs, need pedigree, oh
F# Ebm A#m
Ain't letting no money get away from me, ohh
B
TSA ain't ready for me
F# Ebm
These bitches wish they was bartenders, just to get next to me
F# B
The latest coupe, way too fast, you can't get next to me
A#m
And I want the smoke, for real
Ebm
These 40's gone choke, for real
F#
.45, no colt
Nigga getting left afloat
B F#
Nah, we ain't writing no note
A#m
Never, nah
Ebm
I ain't gotta ride to the store no more
A#m
I'ma let the Maybach go
B
The pent' got a pole in it
F# A#m
The marvelous Raf Simons
Ebm
Four levels in it
A#m
I ain't even know you was in it
[Chorus: Young Thug]
B F#
You can make love in the morning
Ebm F#
Cat Mink flow, I'm warm
B F# A#m
Got millions, just stay calm
Ebm
Nigga get turned upside down
B
I was Rich way before the Gang
A#m
I was Slime way before the name
Ebm
Kill shit like Sudan
F#
And that's all I gotta say
B F# Ebm
Ain't leadin' you wrong
[Verse 2: Future]
A#m
Runnin' the cars
B
Stealin' bombs
Hope you blow up
A#m Ebm
All this ice on my neck will make you throw up (yeah)
A#m B
Flew some bitch from Abu Dhabi, ready to go up (yeah)
A#m Ebm
Soon as we give it to the streets, the price go up
A#m B
Up, up out of here, gone to Mercury
F# A#m Ebm
All Chanel stores around the globe heard of me
A#m B
Might as well give it 'em now and catch the first degree
A#m Ebm
Steven Spielberg shit with the currency
A#m B
Rock them dog collar chains, P. Diddy (P. Diddy)
A#m Ebm
I can't let her go nowhere, she too pretty, truthfully
A#m Ebm F#
She gone have a bad day, she ever think about crossin' me
A#m
I done paid all the lawyers, but they can't talk for me
Abdim C# B
When it come to closing deals, I finger fuck currency
A#m Ebm
Pop a half a pill and chill, all my ice is currently (all my ice is currently)
A#m B
Plain jane, Richard Mille, I had to let my wrist breathe (breathe)
F# A#m Ebm
Almost got frostbit when I rocked my AP
A#m B
Give this bitch a minute to breathe
F# Ebm F#
Looks can be deceivin', yeh
B
Looks can deceivin'
A#m Ebm
We going through life speedin'
A#m B
I fucked this bad European (foreign)
F# A#m Ebm
She tucked her phone, I think she schemin'
A#m B
Ain't been to sleep, bitch, stop dreamin'
A#m Ebm
If it ain't stress, you must be grievin'
Looks can be deceivin'
[Chorus: Young Thug]
B F#
You can make love in the morning
Ebm F#
Cat Mink flow, I'm warm
B F# A#m
Got millions, just stay calm
Ebm F#
Nigga get turned upside down
B
I was Rich way before the Gang
A#m
I was Slime way before the name
Ebm
Kill shit like Sudan
F#
And that's all I gotta say
B F# B Ebm A#m
Ain't leading you wrong
[Outro]
B A#m Ebm A#m
B Abdim Ebm Dbm