Fm                      G#
Stevie Wonder on the pianos
A#m
Geechi Liberace in the building
C#
Ray Charles on the flute
Ahh

[Verse 1]
Fm                       G#
Sway wallabies, I follow policies
A#m                                  C#
Always give her game every time she swallow me
Fm                                        G#
Shootin' blanks, but you gotta hit the chart at least
A#m                     C#
Seen a lot of young MCs even die for peace
Fm                                        G#
Niggas posting pictures while I'm posted in Belize
A#m                     C#
Spent those lonely rainy nights just praying on my knees
Fm                                        G#
Being overseas is a daily routine
A#m                     C#
Young niggas traveling the world, that's just been in our genes
Fm                                        G#
Put the gang together, now you niggas traumatized
A#m                     C#
Kilos and koofis, King Tut during Ramadan
Fm                                        G#
Scramble like I'm #9 during the summertime
A#m                     C#
Doubling back #1, I'm doubling back around
Fm                                        G#
Drop DC Ford then shut Atlantic down
A#m                     C#
8 figure nigga, tell me how those numbers sound
Fm                                        G#
Hit the Bay and let Berna know that I want a pound
A#m                     C#
In A , get the Bentley truck just to run around
Fm                                        G#
305 nigga 'til they gun me down
A#m                     C#
Little kids in the streets gotta come in the house
Fm                                        G#
When the shots ring, even cops pause
A#m                     C#
Niggas full of bullet holes which is not boss

[Hook]
Fm                                        G#
Funny how a rich nigga was so poor at math
A#m                     C#
Make it rain, shorty, better throw it back
Fm                                        G#
It's leather [?], 80 bands
A#m                     C#
Middle of the floor, time for the money dance

[Verse 2]
Fm                                        G#
It's a time for politics and it's a time to kill
A#m                     C#
Fast break and we coming like the Cavaliers
Fm                                        G#
I could turn a nigga city to a battlefield
A#m                     C#
And my biggest flaw really was my lack of fear
Fm                                        G#
Big Ducky [?], he 2000
A#m                     C#
Tony [?] in H-Town with the coupes out
Fm                                        G#
These my niggas on call and we bring the suits out
A#m                     C#
Pool party, it's popping like Uncle Luke house
Fm                                        G#
Fake niggas, it's time that we pull ya skirts up
A#m                     C#
At the table and pussy niggas ain't worth nothing
Fm                                        G#
Couple shooters gotta keep 'em in a [?] line
A#m                     C#
Nothing really than [?] still alive
Fm                                        G#
Niggas body dropping like a holocaust
A#m                     C#
The glory of war really your mama loss
Fm                                        G#
First time all your kids got to play together
A#m                     C#
Holding hands, bow our heads, let us play together

[Hook]
Fm                                        G#
Funny how a rich nigga was so poor at math
A#m                     C#
Make it rain, shorty, better throw it back
Fm                                        G#
It's leather [?], 80 bands
A#m                     C#
Middle of the floor, time for the money dance

[Verse 3]
Fm                                        G#
I cut off some more friends and family members
A#m                     C#
Hope they know I'm the raw nigga, a cold villain
Fm                                        G#
Haters still hating 50 million later
A#m                     C#
I'mma tell you like a player, better get some paper
Fm                                        G#
Still can't believe it all as I walk my halls
A#m                     C#
Rarely speak to these niggas screaming, "Free my dogs"
Fm                                        G#
Little homie didn't rob, but he took the charge
A#m                     C#
Dade County niggas still behind them bars