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 [Chorus: Brent Faiyaz]
          C#m
She see money all around me
A#                    G#m
I look like I'm the man, yeah
          C#m
But I was down and out like last week
        A#              G#m
Tell me where have you been?
                C#m
You came out of hiding, girl
          A#            Gm
Don't act like I'm your man
                             C#m
You just a fan, you don't hold rank
A#                  G#m
Don't hold no rank

[Verse 1: GoldLink]
                        C#m                                          A#
Dirty ass, Maryland ass nigga with a sick ass mouth and a slick ass flow
G#m                        C#m
Got your bitch around me, nigga, ain't no playin' when
                                  A#
I'm comin' for the kitty, I'm a fool, goddamn
G#m                         C#m
Do it for my niggas on the coast right there
                             A#
Do it for my niggas in the ghost right there
G#m                       C#m
Niggas got killed for the boy live his dreams in the hills
                         A#
And they watchin' for the boy right now
   G#m                         C#m
Goddamn, what a time, what a year, uh
                            A#
We are what them young boys fear, uh
G#m                    C#m
I kill, never been killed, that's real, no lies
                             A#
You can tell that from our peers right now
  G#m                      C#m
Bet you wanna fuck me now, uh
                                A#
Bet you wanna love me down, uh
G#m                         C#m
Girl, you can't tie me down like Ray J said
                    A#
But know I'm down, uh
G#m                        C#m
Freaky Deaky show me somethin', uh
                          A#
Shake it like you owe me somethin', uh
G#m                              C#m
Pushin' on the pussy like a button
A#                   G#m          C#m
Came four times, fifth time you gushin', uh
                            C#m
Still gettin' rowdy in the function, uh
                              A#m
Bitches on my dick like it's nothin', uh
G#m                               C#m                       A#            G#m
Everywhere I go now, always got shit bumpin', jumpin', thumpin', jumpin', yeah

[Verse 2: Shy Glizzy (Young Jefe)]
C#m                     A#                    G#m
Hey, nice to meet, I’m Young Jefe, who you be?
C#m                                 A#               G#m
Got my piece in Southeast, got her clappin' to this beat
C#m                           A#                   G#m
She invite me to her crib, I walk in, she see my heat
C#m                                              A#                   G#m
She said, "But I live in the hills," bitch, that’s just the way I sleep
.C#m                                A#                   G#m
Stop that madness, I'm a savage, in traffic with MAC 11’s
C#m                               A#                   G#m
Baddest bitch and she Spanish, I fly her to Calabasas
C#m                                      A#           G#m
We get nasty, I'm her daddy, she know a nigga ain't average
C#m                                                A#                  G#m
Ain't nothin' wrong with fake asses, bitch, turn around let's make magic
C#m                                    A#                   G#m
I'm geekin', uh huh I'm on it, don't look at me like you want it, no
C#m                                    A#                   G#m
Tell 'em that we ain't stuntin', in fourth down we ain't puntin' it
C#m                                        A#             G#m
King of District of Columbia, can't come here without a permit
C#m                           A#          G#m
This shit really a jungle, gorillas and anacondas

[Chorus: Brent Faiyaz]
          C#m
She see money all around me
A#                    G#m
I look like I'm the man, yeah
          C#m
But I was down and out like last week
        A#              G#m
Tell me where have you been?
                C#m
You came out of hiding, girl
          A#            Gm
Don't act like I'm your man
                             C#m
You just a fan, you don't hold rank
A#                  G#m
Don't hold no rank

            
            
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