Gb
That's what they doin', camera on, they actin' like these singers, man
I ain't goin' to the studio until I got a situation
A subject, I need a beat, I need the producer
Who gonna be on the hook? Man, what is you doin'?
Ab                              Gm      Fm
Go in the studio with fuckin' clips, clips, ammo!

[Verse 1]
             Ab                  Gm
Brand new Beretta, can't wait to let it go
                 Fm
Walk up in my label like, where the check though?
                         Ab
Yeah, I said it, wouldn't dap you with the left ho
Gm                     Fm
Shut the fuck up, text from a centerfold, I ain't reply
               Anb
Let her know I read it though
Gm                   Fm
Voice mail say she ready though
                 Ab                    Gm
Niggas know I'm credible, ain't no pussy on a pedestal
Fm
Got my foot on the 'cedes Benz pedal
Ab                            Gm
Doin' 90 on the bridge like, "nigga you already know"
Fm
And if you don't know, then now you know, now you know
Ab
Switchin' up the angles
               Gm                       Fm
Now I'm in the Rolls with illuminated angel
Ab                                         Gm
Four or five chains made of gold gettin' tangled
Fm
My nigga Biz said, "the first mill gon' change you"
Ab                                     Gm
Change for the better, hit it then dead her
           Fm
That's my vendetta, keep this shit together
 Ab                  Gm
Goddamn, we ain't even gotta scam
Fm
Cocaine coupe, we ain't even got a scale
Ab                    Gm
Used to flip apps, now that old plug murked
Fm
Ain't a damn thing changed, you can still get the work

[Interlude]
Ab             Gm            Fm
Just hold on one moment and someone will be right with you
(We're sorry, you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service)

[Verse 2]
Gm
Yeah, I remember how I went to Louis V with Haf'
Dm
Watched them spread ten thousand dollars on the glass
Bb
I never ever thought I'd see that in my life
D
Now I'm in the East cause my boys are gettin' right, man
Gm
I was on TV makin' fifty racks a year
F
After helpin' mama out, the shit would disappear
Eb
I am not a man, I can't do this on my own
So I started askin' them if they would put me on
Gm
And they did put me on, yeah, they did put me on
Eb
Now we in the basement and we workin' on the phone
Now we in the basement and we workin' on the phone, line
Gm                      F
Line blowin' up, workin' on the phones
Eb
Now we in the basement and we workin' on the phones
But I just couldn't do it, had to leave that shit alone, man

[Interlude]
Gm
Hear what?
F
Yo hear what, tek time
Eb
(Ha, ha, ha) Ahh, nuh shake
Gm
Yo hear what?
F
Wa gwan fry skull
Eb
Him fried, him fried and a sleep awhile ago inna di van
You know Drizzy

[Hook]
Gm              F                          Eb
Blowin' up, line blowin' up, they need the whole thing
                                       Gm
Blowin' up, my niggas really need the whole thing
                   F                       Eb
Blowin' up, line blowin' up, they need the whole thing
Blowin' up, my niggas really need the whole thing

[Verse 3]
Gm                      F          Eb
I do better with the rider in my system
        Gm                 F                 Eb
Oh yeah, I'm on deck, when you call me I'll listen
                          Gm                      F
I listen unless I been mixin', you know when I'm mixin'
                                           Eb
You know when I'm mixin', I smoke when I drink, it's tradition
Like Zoe mama I go hippy
Peace sign in the air like I'm Nixon
Gm                                        F
I'm mixin', I am not Esco, but it was written
                                           Eb
I knew when they didn't, I been had these visions
Of the life I'm livin' since I was Jimmy
                                  Gm
All I had to do was just go and get it, and now we..

[Hook]
F                                         Eb
Blowin' up, line blowin' up, they need the whole thing
                                       Gm         F Eb
Blowin' up, my niggas really need the whole thing