[Intro]
Abm Dbm/E Eb  x4


[Chorus]
Abm                                            Dbm/E                 Eb
 The year has just started and right now, I'm lookin' for cribs overseas
Abm                                 Dbm/E                    Eb
 I'm giving my lady some driving lessons in a hundred-grand Jeep
Abm                                         Dbm/E                 Eb
 When you see me in public, no photos, man, I need some privacy please
 Abm                                          Dbm/E                     Eb
Good girl, she just sat on my face now she's saying her legs have gone weak
 Abm                                       Dbm/E                     Eb
Bad, bad, see the jakes outside, now I'm flushing the work down the toilet
 Abm                                    Dbm/E           Eb
Mad, mad, Richard Mille, a crib by the port and it's imported
 N.C.                                       Dbm/E                  Eb
Sad, sad, if you knew the truth 'bout that nigga then it would get awkward
Abm                                   Dbm/E                Eb
 And I know that nigga get money now, I am the nigga that taught him


[Verse 1]
                Abm
Know I get the birds in, fuck a drought
           Dbm/E                 Eb
Worker is misbehaving, chuck him out
           Abm
I get the money, money from her house
          Dbm/E                  Eb
Out in a lovely, lovely country town
                Abm
I said, if you care about her, fly her out
           Dbm/E                  Eb
Go to the Louis store and buy it now
           Abm
I'ma keep pouring 'til I'm running out
                        Dbm/E                        Eb
I just hit it from the back, she scared, she runnin' out
Abm                  Dbm/E         Eb
Ooh, young and lit, money keep on coming in
Abm                          Dbm/E                Eb
Ooh, I keep a rock band on standby, pull up and drum that shit
Abm                          Dbm/E            Eb
Ooh, deep in it, I'ma swim, hand on heart, I love this chick
Abm                                   Dbm/E                Eb
Ooh, all them niggas 'round me family, love them on some brother shit


[Verse 2]
Abm                                 Dbm/E         Eb                    Abm
 She suck my soul, she done it like Ash Kaash, I keep on gettin' them flashbacks
                      Dbm/E           Eb                     Abm
I was OT so I had to bash, I almost thought about gettin' a cab back
                            Dbm/E            Eb                     Abm
Do it like Rico and video that, if we upload it, probably get some backlash
                                 Dbm/E               Eb                     N.C.
Backshots, she got the ripple effect, it's too tense and I can't help but slap that
                                         Dbm/E
Fuck that, pull out, I don't wanna be a dad yet
         Eb                           Abm
Plan B, girl, you gotta swallow that tablet
                                      Dbm/E
The way that she handle it, this one talented
         Eb                     Abm
Pum-pum soakin', feel like I'm paddling

Back come 'round, I'm a fan of it
 Dbm/E              Eb                 N.C.
Ride on a bike one time and saddle it (Oh)
                         Dbm/E
Ayo, her doctor working wonders
                Eb                Abm
Damn, that's a big circumference (Oh)

Get her wet, she don't need no lube
        Dbm/E                      Eb               Abm
On the fortieth floor, you should see the views (Alright)
                                       Dbm/E             Eb                       Abm
She don't wanna send me her pussy on Snapchat, mad, man, I don't wanna leak your nudes
                                 Dbm/E
How do I say it without seeming rude? (Huh)
Eb                        Abm
I just wanna see if it's cute
                              Dbm/E
Shake that back like a video vixen
          Eb                        Abm
This one here don't wanna be in my tunes
                                 Dbm/E
She wanna go Nobu just for the Snap
                  Eb                     Abm
If I pay for the tab, you best eat your food
                                 Dbm/E
Word on the road is Cench get a hundred a show
      Eb                    Abm
This hoe wan' see if it's true
                                         Dbm/E               Eb                         Abm
Posh ting, she don't wanna be with the squares no more, she said she wanna be with the goons
                               Dbm/E               Eb                      Abm
Thought she could hack it, not active, too smoky, now she wanna leave the room


[Chorus]
                                              Dbm/E                 Eb
The year has just started and right now, I'm lookin' for cribs overseas
Abm                                 Dbm/E                    Eb
 I'm giving my lady some driving lessons in a hundred-grand Jeep
Abm                                         Dbm/E                 Eb
 When you see me in public, no photos, man, I need some privacy please
 Abm                                          Dbm/E                     Eb
Good girl, she just sat on my face now she's saying her legs have gone weak
 Abm                                       Dbm/E                     Eb
Bad, bad, see the jakes outside, now I'm flushing the work down the toilet
 Abm                                    Dbm/E           Eb
Mad, mad, Richard Mille, a crib by the port and it's imported
 N.C.                                       Dbm/E                  Eb
Sad, sad, if you knew the truth 'bout that nigga then it would get awkward
Abm                                   Dbm/E                Eb
 And I know that nigga get money now, I am the nigga that taught him


[Verse 3]
             Abm
I love the trap (Trap)
         Dbm/E               Eb             Abm
Quarter milli on cars ain't never enough (Enough)
                         Dbm/E          Eb                 Abm
Couple milli, I put it aside, cop me a villa in Marbs (In Marbs)
                                         Dbm/E                   Eb                Abm
She need ten racks for her arse, said, bro, I'll put that on my dargs (That on my dargs)
                                            Dbm/E                 N.C.
My killers still swervin' the Rona but that ain't the reason for masks (Yeah)
Abm                                    Dbm/E        Eb                    Abm
 I fill up the drum and it's kickin' away, spin it back like I'm target (Yeah)
                                    Dbm/E                     Eb                   Abm
I sat in my kitchen, I'm whippin' away and I'm droppin' off white with no garlic (Yeah)
                                        Dbm/E              Eb                  Abm
It's a carousel when I'm spinnin' the tray, hate when my flight is delayed (Delayed)
                                      N.C.                N.C.
I tell my lil' nigga, "Go flex in my Rollie, no money to waste" (Waste)


[Chorus]
Abm                                            Dbm/E                 Eb
 The year has just started and right now, I'm lookin' for cribs overseas
Abm                                 Dbm/E                    Eb
 I'm giving my lady some driving lessons in a hundred-grand Jeep
Abm                                         Dbm/E                 Eb
 When you see me in public, no photos, man, I need some privacy please
 Abm                                          Dbm/E                     Eb
Good girl, she just sat on my face now she's saying her legs have gone weak
 Abm                                       Dbm/E                     Eb
Bad, bad, see the jakes outside, now I'm flushing the work down the toilet
 Abm                                    Dbm/E           Eb
Mad, mad, Richard Mille, a crib by the port and it's imported
 N.C.                                       Dbm/E                  Eb
Sad, sad, if you knew the truth 'bout that nigga then it would get awkward
Abm                                   Dbm/E                Eb
 And I know that nigga get money now, I am the nigga that taught him


[Outro]
Abm Dbm/E Eb  x3