Tonalidad: D minor•
Verse 1
Bb
Cook that shit up Quay!
I look up, I see I got bout seven
rides in the streets
C
Know what I'm saying? Ya you know
Living life to the fullest,
G
F
you know what I'm saying?
Verse 2
Dm
Ain't got no regrets,
A
I can't complain my life is great
Bb
I just woke up today made
a hundred thousand dollar play
ran them bags before an hour hit
G
So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit,
Dm
I print this shit
Whole lot of ones I'm in the cut,
Bb
I'm going dumb- dumb
I'm sippin' Act', and that shit real deal,
do you want some?
C
Sames one that tryin' run with the clique
Be the same ones throwing
subs at the clique
G
Main reason why I'm fuckin' your bitch,
I ain't gonna say shit
Verse 3
Dm
I asked you about it, did you lie?
A
You asked me about it, I kept it 100, I'm
Bb
nothin' like these other guys
C
I really spent 2,000 on kicks and only
wear 'em one time
Something about a nigga mind frame
G
Diamonds doing jumpin- jacks in the
AP, I can make the time change
Dm
200 hoes in my call log and
A
they ain't got not a namesake
Bb
Took her out the hood, put her on the drip,
now I got her rockin' name brand
C
Me and Sid had two different spots,
he was around the corner doin' the same thing
G
Everywhere I go my chains hang,
Dm
free my bros out the chain gang
New Maybach cost 230, I don't
A
Bb
even get my shoes dirty
I don't even sleep when I get tired,
C
you can see the Adderall in my eyes
Tyga said he got the drop on the album
G
Fuck it slide and shoot up the block
Niggas knowin' how we come through
Dm
G5 out the sunroof
Verse 4
Dm
Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain
A
my life is great
Bb
I just woke up today made
a hundred thousand dollar play
ran them bags before an hour hit
G
So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit,
Dm
I print this shit
Whole lot of ones I'm in the cut,
Bb
I'm going dumb- dumb
I'm sippin' Act', and that shit real deal,
do you want some?
C
Sames one that tryin'
run with the clique
Be the same ones throwing
subs at the clique
G
Main reason why I'm fuckin' your bitch,
Dm
I ain't gonna say shit
Verse 5
Dm
We use trap out my ma house,
Bb
turn the condo to a hideout
We can't be fuckin' at my house,
C
niggas be runnin' they damn mouth
Walk down on them broad daylight,
it ain't no funny, no drive- by
G
I'm cool on the love and the high- fives
You niggas can't keep up with my guys
Dm
You can't get all this drip in a lifetime
A
I got out and ran it up at the right time
Bb
We got Dracos whenever
it's nighttime
We ain't ever gonna stop at the stop sign
C
When the wifey,
I told 'em I want to shine
Man the coupe quarter million,
they wiped me down
G
I'm running this town,
everything I say fake news
Can't take that,
Dm
new Lamborghini 18
A
Only thing I do is make cream,
Bb
I don't why these niggas hating
Only thing I do is drink lean,
C
rest in peace to Fredo Santana
G
I just keep buying all these Fantas
I don't want to go out like that,
Verse 6
only thing I know is get racks
Dm
Ain't got no regrets,
A
I can't complain my life is great
Bb
I just woke up today made
a hundred thousand dollar play
ran them bags before an hour hit
G
So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit,
Dm
I print this shit
Whole lot of ones I'm in the cut,
Bb
I'm going dumb- dumb
I'm sippin' Act', and that shit real deal,
do you want some?
C
Sames one that tryin'
run with the clique
Be the same ones throwing
subs at the clique
G
Main reason why I'm fuckin' your bitch,
Outro 1
I ain't gonna say shit
Dm
A
Bb
C
G
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