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 (INTRO)

   Gm
   
 
  Gm
 (Tay Keith, this too hard)
   Gm
 We The Best Music
  Gm 
 (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
   Gm
 Another one
 Gm 
 DJ Khaled
 
 (VERSE) 

   Gm 
 Scratched a million off my checklist three years ago
  Gm
 Add two zeros to the one, I’m in a different mode
  Gm 
 This my life, do what I want, I be with different hoes
  Gm                                                Dm 
 You know the pick and roll, I picked her up and sent her home

  Dm 
 I got rich off strong, we get ’em in and get ’em gone
 Dm 
 You know Trappy just got out, I ain’t have to put him on
  Dm 
 We the ones who got the numbers, who put the city on
  Dm 
 It’s the middle of the summer, I got a hoodie on

 Gm
 My demon time ain’t nothin’ nice
 Gm 
 I try not to wear nothin’ twice
  Gm 
 I came up off of shootin’ dice, yeah
  Gm
 My lil’ brother ain’t livin’ right
   Gm
 My sis’ and ’em doin’ aight
  Gm                                   Dm 
 My cuz and ’em still servin’ life, yeah

 Dm 
 Seen a robber rob a deacon
  Dm 
 I seen a preacher get caught for cheatin’
 Dm 
 I’ll break the bank for one of my people
  Dm 
 I said, “I’m the one,” they didn’t me believe me
 Dm 
 I show ’em the facts, now they all need me
 Dm 
 I’ma get cake as long as I’m breathin’
  Dm 
 They makin’ it hard, this shit really easy, yeah 
  Dm 
 (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 
 (CHORUS)
 
     Gm
 I’ma turn up on a hater every chance that I get

 I want the biggest watch that they got, 
 Gm
 don’t care if that shit hurt my wrist

 All these hoes fuck on us all, 
 Gm
 I wish I would claim that bitch

 They get hard when they get guns,
 Gm                Dm 
  we got a hood full of sticks
 Dm 
 Soon as they say we can’t come, 
 Dm
 you know we’ll run ’round that bitch

 You can miss me with that shit, 
 Dm
 you know I live in the mix 

(Money, cars and clothes and hoes)
 Dm 
 You know I live in the mix 

(Money, cars and clothes and hoes)

 (VERSE) 

  Gm
 Yeah, she think I’m a regular rapper, I’m not
  Gm
 One person come tell me, we fuck up your block
 Gm
 Watch me run this shit to the tippity top, yeah (Keep goin’)
 
 Gm 
 Put my kids in Givenchy
 Gm 
 She must think one plus one is three
 Gm 
 I can’t support you personally
                Dm 
 She don’t got a mortgage, moved in with her niece
  Dm 
 These niggas be cappin’, them cars be leased
 Dm 
 Youngest in charge, I speak for the streets
   Dm 
 I was nodding off, they woke up a beast
  Dm 
 Struggle what made me, we used to have water for dinner, 
  Dm 
 we didn’t have nothin’ to eat
   Dm 
 Soon as I get on his ass, they gon’ look at me better, 
  Dm 
 like, “Damn, he was fuckin’ with me,” yeah 

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 
 (CHORUS) 

     Gm
 I’ma turn up on a hater every chance that I get

 I want the biggest watch that they got, 
 Gm
 don’t care if that shit hurt my wrist

 All these hoes fuck on us all, 
 Gm
 I wish I would claim that bitch

 They get hard when they get guns,
 Gm                Dm 
  we got a hood full of sticks
 Dm 
 Soon as they say we can’t come, 
 Dm
 you know we’ll run ’round that bitch

 You can miss me with that shit, 
 Dm
 you know I live in the mix (Money, cars and clothes and hoes)
 Dm 
 You know I live in the mix (Money, cars and clothes and hoes)

 (VERSE) 

                Gm
 I’m from the trenches
    Gm
 Niggas be tough on the ‘net, but really be there for attention
   Gm
 Bitches be talkin’ like they really rich
   Gm
 But really be beggin’ me under my pictures
    Gm
 I’ll give her forty, fifty thousand cash to start up a business
    Gm
 I’ll spend that shit at the dentist
   Gm
 I’d rather fuck her and pay up her rent for a year 

just to get out of her feelings

  Dm 
 I’m in the Lambo’ truck in my hood, nobody gon’ tell me shit
   Dm 
 Goin’ to Cali, I pick up my weed for sure, 

nobody gon’ mail me shit
    Dm 
 Dice game, Craps and Cee Lo, I need cash, don’t sell me shit
    Dm 
 Baby got his hood on smash, yeah, you can tell they really rich
 
            Gm
 Drop the load, ain’t no room right now, I took her to the O
    Gm
 Then I pulled up on the Lamb’ ’cause she a fan of Boonie Moe
   Gm
 I got the city on lock, uh, fuckin’ up all the opps
   Gm
 I be around with three million dollars in jewelry, 

I’m standin’ on all the blocks
    
           Dm 
 This the anthem, mmm hmm
  Dm 
 Droppin’ the six in the Fanta, mmm
  Dm
 Black Rolls truck with the all white seats, remind me of 

sittin’ on Panda, mmm
  Dm
 I love my cousin, she was a dancer
  Dm
 I love my brother, he was a scammer
  Dm
 Sittin’ on my lap ’cause I’m pullin’ her tracks and 
 Dm
 I fuck from the back ’cause she callin’ me handsome 

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 
 (CHORUS) 

     Gm
 I’ma turn up on a hater every chance that I get

 I want the biggest watch that they got, 
 Gm
 don’t care if that shit hurt my wrist

 All these hoes fuck on us all, 
 Gm
 I wish I would claim that bitch

 They get hard when they get guns,
 Gm                Dm 
  we got a hood full of sticks
 Dm 
 Soon as they say we can’t come, 
 Dm
 you know we’ll run ’round that bitch

 You can miss me with that shit, 
 Dm
 you know I live in the mix (Money, cars and clothes and hoes)
 Dm 
 You know I live in the mix (Money, cars and clothes and hoes)

 (OUTRO)

 We The Best Music
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