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