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             [Intro: Offset]
Dm
We havin' a check by the way
Huh, woo woo woo
Dm        Eb     Dm
You feel me? you dig
Dn
Shit look easy, know what I mean
DJ Durel
Hey

[Chorus: Offset]
Dm                                   Eb
Don't I look like I'm the shit lil' nigga?
Dm
Look at my motherfuckin' wrist lil nigga
Dm                                        Eb
Thought you had hits but you missed lil nigga
Dm
Why you keep starin' at my bitch lil nigga?
Dm                         Eb
You little niggas keep gossiping
Dm
You should go work for the blogs and them
Dm                                      Eb
Don't fuck with the gang, they the opposite
Dm
Pop at them niggas, apocalypse
Dm
Um, yeah, you cannot stop it
Dm                                 Eb
Run up that bag, we gon' go get a profit
Dm
Um, yeah, this no Monopoly
Dm                               Eb
But we got colorful money and property
Dm                        Eb
Um, yeah, what's in your pocket?
Dm                                Eb
The pocket rocket, please do not size me
Dm
Um, yeah, bored on the private
Dm                                     Eb
Boogers look snotty, I'm good on a thotty

[Verse 1: Offset]
Dm
Uh, yeah, I'm 'bout to get his ass hit
Yeah, pay that lil' dime
Dm
Yeah, if you get knocked for that body
Yeah, do that lil' time (appeal)
Dm
Yeah, half of a brick is a nine plus nine, can't show this on Vine (on the low though)
Dm
Yeah, most of you niggas drop dimes on dimes, you can't do the time (you a ho though)
Dm                  Eb
Elliot got me on blind, I'm blind, I can't see my time (shine)
Dm
Yeah, if I'm a gangster my bitch is a gangster, she ready to slide (she ready to ride)
Dm
Bitch I can't face it, I sip on the Matrix, I'm dead or alive (uhh)
Dm                                                 Eb
If I go broke I'm not asking nobody, I'm ready to rob (ready to kick)
Dm
Slob on my knob, canary diamonds, corn on the cob (yellow, ice)
Dm
Fifty K sloppy, all in my pocket, call it a Whopper (fifty ball)
Dm                 Eb
Can't kick it, no soccer, birds in the trap still sing like an opera (brr)
Dm                                           Eb
Robinson 44 (uh), bitch take a trip in the chopper
Dm
Still ballin' like forty-four, and we still pull up with choppers
Dm
Still bustin' off forty-four, you talkin' 'bout guns or the profit (uh)
Dm                                                     Eb
Yeah, go pick up a bigger load, from Pablo, Rico, and Papi (Rico)
Dm
You got them bricks, we gon' hit the door (boo)
I'm in your hood, Robin

[Chorus: Offset]
Dm                                   Eb
Don't I look like I'm the shit lil' nigga?
Dm
Look at my motherfuckin' wrist lil nigga
Dm                                        Eb
Thought you had hits but you missed lil nigga
Dm
Why you keep starin' at my bitch lil nigga?
Dm                         Eb
You little niggas keep gossiping
Dm
You should go work for the blogs and them
Dm                                      Eb
Don't fuck with the gang, they the opposite
Dm
Pop at them niggas, apocalypse
Dm
Um, yeah, you cannot stop it
Dm                                 Eb
Run up that bag, we gon' go get a profit
Dm
Um, yeah, this no Monopoly
Dm                               Eb
But we got colorful money and property
Dm                        Eb
Um, yeah, what's in your pocket?
Dm                                Eb
The pocket rocket, please do not size me
Dm
Um, yeah, bored on the private
Dm                                     Eb
Boogers look snotty, I'm good on a thotty

[Verse 2: Cardi B & Offset]
Dm
Bardi, uh
       Dm
Ain't with the politicking with you, I don't need to vote (nah)
Dm
I sell tracks that these tours need for seating rows (packed)
Dm
I'm in the spot these whack bitches is competing for (weak, who?)
Dm                                          Eb
Matter fact I'm that bitch that's really eating the most (hrrr)
Dm
I'm with your nigga 'cause he know just how treat a ho (splurge)
Dm                                                    Eb
Let's talk money in Spanish 'cause I can speak it in both (díme)
Dm
I been ballin' kinda like when Derek Jeter rose (woo)
Dm                                       Eb
I'm with the papis with machetes so we L-O (ahh)
Dm
Travel with the head of state, you know they keep the pole (baow, baow)
Dm                             Eb
By now lil bitch you can't get P to roll (blah)
Dm
He kept the ice on my neck and kept that fever low (woo)

[Chorus: Offset]
Dm                                   Eb
Don't I look like I'm the shit lil' nigga?
Dm
Look at my motherfuckin' wrist lil nigga
Dm                                        Eb
Thought you had hits but you missed lil nigga
Dm
Why you keep starin' at my bitch lil nigga?
Dm                         Eb
You little niggas keep gossiping
Dm
You should go work for the blogs and them
Dm                                      Eb
Don't fuck with the gang, they the opposite
Dm
Pop at them niggas, apocalypse
Dm
Um, yeah, you cannot stop it
Dm                                 Eb
Run up that bag, we gon' go get a profit
Dm
Um, yeah, this no Monopoly
Dm                               Eb
But we got colorful money and property
Dm                        Eb
Um, yeah, what's in your pocket?
Dm                                Eb
The pocket rocket, please do not size me
Dm
Um, yeah, bored on the private
Dm                                     Eb
Boogers look snotty, I'm good on a thotty
            

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