Tonalidad: D minor•
Verse 1
Dm
Am
You've got to be kidding.
Dm
Five hundred?
Am
Who do you think we are,
Dm
baggage handlers?
The Boeing rate on a boat
Am
is a thousand and ninety -nine.
Dm
Did you know that?
First, you've got to work your way up to five hundred,
Am
Dm
kiddo.
Okay, what I did for you guys
in Freedom Town.
Am
What was that?
Dm
Return of the kitchen king with the axe
All I know is real detail
Coke, lasagna, and them e -bills
Million dollar merchandise we on
Get your groove back, a hundred Yukons
We all moving crack
All my soldiers got big rank
Sicily money
I had a bitch that got pregnant in Iraq
Am
Dm
What's the movement?
Am
Superman money
Dm
In the OO building
A few dudes, we make a lot of rules
Am
Dm
Saying you get it
Right, wavy hair
All my niggas is political
You stay off the roof of
Jake's heated crib
Am
Dm
No snitchin' this Amityville detention
Am
Might fuck around,
Dm
get caught or shot down
Am
Dm
Play po sition, yeah,
Am
here they come Sizin' em up
Dm
You know my status
This is raw weight,
lookin' in his eyes and he butt
Yo, what's happenin'?
I heard you got the streets back
Cappin' you up, all niggas is dead
Unless they team clappin' somethin'
He felt the General's plans
Recognize we goin' all out
Am
I might go three on this man
Dm
Had the slick look,
lookin' all Cuban'd up
Don't get it twisted
Nigga, we a Swiss, let's you up
From all day to mo' a new night
Recognize we gotta re -up
Am
Yo, it's a Cuban link, you motherfucka
Dm
Yo, listen, pay attention
Word to the team, we gon' P up
Am
Yo, it's a Cuban link, you motherfucka
Dm
Get your birds off playground
Yo, stay out my business, she won't see us
Am
Yo, it's a Cuban link too, mothafucka
Dm
Ho, ho, them real cash rule
Everything around me,
niggas, get your steel
Am
Yo, it's a Cuban link too, mothafucka
Dm
The kid that endorsed Max Mara
Shorty show support,
take your sweatpants off
Fix your mascara, 419 ounces
Out in Long Island,
12 strong bitches, that's real
Who not scared of housing?
Yes, throw on the raccoon
Chinchilla feathers, let it drag on my boots
A jean burnt leather jog
through the back of the building
Drop the L, got the scope on
your nosy -ass mother
Am
Fuckin' up sales,
Dm
40 -carat Lockman
Bowtie chillin' at the
Democratic cardio gym
Big Ho got it poppin', comin' soon
Purple chain, circle up the city,
let em know
I'm back 400 bricks and up
the kid's stand
Sponsored by my cousins
in Spain
Maintainin',
got the corporate tone of young Montana
Am
My son campaigning
Dm
Am
Dm
Yup, I'm not no fuckin' bellboy
I wore anything out there
The ring is mine, you can tell, Roy
That's when I was hit with the call
Your whole motto is to get tall
Drug rap only you will rip off
Live like the Pope and get a big haul
Flip the McLaren to front like the Jag back like
the Store Gate up on one noon night,
recognize we gotta re -up
Am
Yo it's Cupid link 2 motherfucker
Dm
Girl listen pay attention,
Dm
Dm
word to the team we gon' key up
Am
Yo it's Cupid link 2 motherfucker
Dm
Get your words off playground,
yo stay out my business
Dm
you won't see us
Dm
Yo it's Cupid link 2 motherfucker
For all them real cash fool,
everything around me niggas get ya steal
Dm
Am
Yo it's Cupid link 2 motherfucker
Dm
Dm
Yeah, we back in the motherfuckin' staircase,
nigga
Am
Dm
You know that kid is coming,
Dm
Cuban links, nigga
Am
Dm
Louis Rich, the signature, bitch
F
Every dog has his day, Amar
You want a job, Ernie?
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