Written by Quavo
Dm Dm Murda on tha beat, that's not nice Dm Real nigga, I Am/E Get high, touch the sky Dm Right hand in the air Am/E Left hand in the pot Dm Real nigga, I Am/E We see eye to eye Dm Real nigga, I Am/E We see eye to eye Dm Yeah, yeah (yeah) Dm Am/E I see green in your eyes, it don't lie (it's lit) Dm Am/E Blew dollar bills in them hills to the sky (cash) Dm We with the flow and dash Am/E Dm And all of my hoes, they goin' cash Over that, 'bout they mad Am/E Dm I know the problem, yeah, yeah Am/E Eye to eye (yeah) Dm Choose to Dubai (yeah, yeah) Am/E Dm I could see that they jealous, don't know why (ahh) Am/E Dm Is it 'cause we lit at 4 AM at the spot? Dm Am/E Dm Put that on your tongue, wait for the swag to unlock (yeah) Am/E Dm If you searching, coming for us (alright), over the border (it's lit) Am/E Dm We import 'em (yeah), just don't record us (straight up) Am/E Dm Poppin' at the crib then live it, run it like the foreign Am/E Dm Roll the dice at night, I take the chance in the morning Am/E Nah mean? Dm Am/E We ain't really with that camera shit Nah Dm We fuck up for real, for real, for real Am/E We fuck up the check for real (checks) Dm Am/E We havin' a lean inside, it's the percs, she havin' the X pill (lean) Dm We know how to flex for real Am/E We hop on a jet, the time we kill (pew) Dm These niggas be ridin' and chasin' money Am/E Wrong, signing deals (ye) Dm I got Patek Philippe (ye) Am/E And I bought a skeleton (ice, ye) Dm I'm a deadly weapon (ye) Am/E I'm about to go off in a second (vroom) Dm Moving bricks and medicine (bricks) Am/E She like to fly, pelican (brr) Dm Touch the sky, heavenly (sky) Am/E Designer belt from the Netherlands (yeah, yeah) Dm Real nigga, I Am/E Get high, touch the sky Dm Right hand in the air Am/E Left hand in the pot Dm Real nigga, I Am/E We see eye to eye Dm Real nigga, I Am/E We see eye to eye Dm Yeah, yeah (yeah) Dm Am/E I see green in your eyes, it don't lie (it's lit) Dm Am/E Blew dollar bills in them hills to the sky (cash) Dm We with the flow and dash Am/E Dm And all of my hoes, they goin' cash Over that, 'bout they mad Am/E Dm I know the problem, yeah, yeah Dm Am/E Real nigga, I (I), pop a perc' and fly (brr) Dm Am/E Crack that ceiling, take a whiff and I come back alive (live) Dm Am/E Niggas commit suicide when they don't got mob ties Dm Am/E Flip it like it's Five Guys, I'm 2Pac, get all eyes (all) Dm Look at the bitch, she a dime So many watches, a nigga can't run out of time Dm They get out of line They gang in your yard but they strapped like Am/E the Uber driver with the sign (brrt) Dm I've been known to tell the truth for my rapper Am/E These other rapper tell lies (lies) Dm Real niggas keep the trap alive Am/E Ain't no fabrication on the vine (let's count) Dm Real nigga, I Am/E Get high, touch the sky Dm Right hand in the air Am/E Left hand in the pot Dm Real nigga, I Am/E We see eye to eye Dm Real nigga, I Am/E We see eye to eye Dm Yeah, yeah (yeah) Dm Am/E I see green in your eyes, it don't lie (it's lit) Dm Am/E Blew dollar bills in them hills to the sky (cash) Dm We with the flow and dash Am/E Dm And all of my hoes, they goin' cash Over that, 'bout they mad Am/E Dm I know the problem, yeah, yeah Eb Cm Dm Skrrt, skrrt Eb Cm Skrrt, skrrt
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