This song is from the album Rich Slave(2020), released on 14 August 2020. The vocals are by Young Dolph , Key Glock . The music is produced by Supah Mario , Cassius Jay, and the lyrics are written by Key Glock , Young Dolph.
It is originally in the key of F Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 124 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar or piano.
It is originally in the key of F Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 124 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar or piano.
Vocals: Young Dolph , Key Glock ,
Producer(s): Supah Mario , Cassius Jay,
Writer(s): Key Glock , Young Dolph,
Producer(s): Supah Mario , Cassius Jay,
Writer(s): Key Glock , Young Dolph,
Original Key: F Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 124 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Fm Yeah, yeah (Supah Mario) Fm (That boy Cassius) Yeah, yeah Fm Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Fm Hey (Hey, that boy Cassius) Fm That stiff dawg shit, nigga, uh [VERSE] Fm Skinny-ass nigga in some big Balenciagas Fm My girl was mad at him so I took the bitch shoppin' Fm Drankin' champagne, spend the racks all in Prada Fm Everybody know that he a big shit popper Fm Smokin' ice cream, rollin' on some peach cobbler Fm Hitters on the payroll and a couple doctors Fm Why the fuck you think I pour up all of this Wockhardt? Fm Hit the alarm on the 'Rari and it go (Brrt, brrt) Fm Park the 'Rari, jump in the Challenger (Skrrt, skrrt) Fm Feds watchin' me so I scramble 'em (Shakе 'em up) Fm Had your bitch at the room, but I had to put out Fm She too freaky, nah, I couldn't handle her (Damn) Fm My young niggas walk around with chandeliers (Damn) Fm Yeah, chandelier the shit Khaled talkin' 'bout (Damn) Fm Dolph hit the club, then the bitches comin' out (Damn) Fm I heard the opps in the club, nigga, point 'em out (Bitch) Fm Nigga, stop all that hidin' and runnin' 'round (Rrah) Fm I make your broke-ass brother gun you down (Rrah) Fm Damn, you too thick, girl, turn around (Rrah) Fm Lemme smack it one time and see how it sound Fm Millionaire but I make my boy lay you down Fm They don't give a fuck, they don't play around Fm Somebody text me, so I look down Fm My bitch waitin' on me in a Gabbana gown (Gabbana gown) [VERSE] Fm Yeah, bitch, I still wear Gucci Fm I'm chillin' with a groupie, beatin' up her coochie (Beat it up) Fm Uh, Glizock, my life a movie (Glizock) Fm Guess who shoot it? Your bitch, I do's it (I do) Fm Uh, ballin' real hard, no recruiting, yuh (On God) Fm Paper Route winnin', never losin', uh (Gang) Fm Before I drop the top, I been ruthless, yuh Fm Give it to 'em raw like sushi, uh (Raw) Fm Uh (Yuh), yuh (Yuh), still goin' dumb (Dumb), uh Fm Mr. Glock, the baguette don, yeah (Baguette) Fm Exotic smoke in my lungs, ooh (Yeah, yeah) Fm I really came out of them slums (Out 'em) Fm I'm finna buy me a house with a pond (Yeah, yeah) Fm Yeah, and I put this shit on my moms, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Fm I think I was born with a gun (Yeah, yeah) Fm I'm a son of a gun, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Fm Bitch, you know where I'm from, yeah (Bitch, uh) Fm South Memphis, filled up with villains and gremlins Fm Lil' niggas with extensions on guns (Thirties), yeah Fm Don't play with the kid, you know how I get (You know it) Fm I get that shit done (Done), uh Fm Maybach on my wrist, this young nigga lit (Lit) Fm And a Porsche on my guns (Woo), duh (Duh) [OUTRO] Fm Shit don't make no sense (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Fm This shit don't make no sense (No sense) Fm This shit don't make no sense (No sense) Fm Shit don't make no sense (Make no sense) Fm Shit don't make no sense (No sense) Fm Yuh
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