D#m
King of the skreets
       F#                                  D#m              
And when these suckas see me, they should bow to my feet
     F#        
And kiss the ground underneath
        D#m
I look down at the beef
            F#
That shit childish to me
             D#m
Two hundred thousand to see me
                F#
And it's been sold out for weeks
               D#m
Can't brush shoulders with me
         F#                      D#m
These stones in my choker are 2 karats apiece
           F#
Look like boulders to me
          D#m
Damn, who colder than me?
              D#m
You think he colder than me?
          F#
You more bipolar than me
             D#m
You talkin' crazy
                F#
I'm tryna book Beyoncé for my wedding day
         D#m                                 F#
I'm the type of nigga, spend a million on a wedding cake
                   D#m
Niggas hate, but hesitate
                     F#
They hate to see ya elevate
                     D#m
I just left out the gym 
                               F#
I'm 'bout to take a swim and meditate
Woo!
                  F#
Now it's time to celebrate
                 D#m
Ask me why I'm smilin'
                           F#     
I say, "'Cause I make two mil' a day"
                      D#m
And I might take your bitch and pay her bills
               F#
That's how I feel today
     D#m             
And I just wanna fuck
                                 F#
Don't wanna chill, that's how I feel today

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
              D#m                  F#
I'm makin' money like I'm makin' sweet love
               D#m                     F#   
I wanna make love, love, love
              D#m
She say the money make her wanna make love
            F#
Wanna make love, love, love, huh

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
                       D#m                         F#
Ay yo, ain't talkin' housewives, but I'm in the Porsche
             D#m                  F#
First I'ma scorch her, then I'ma torch her
           D#m                    F#
Then I'ma torture her, then I'ma off her
   D#m                                          F#
A million dollars for a show, they made their off-er
            D#m               F#
Go against Nicki, it's gon' cost ya
       D#m                F#
'Cause now it's fuck ya, intercourse ya
        D#m                                   F#
I rep Queens where they listen to a bunch of Nas
       D#m                        F#
I'm a yes and these bitches is a bunch of nahs
                 D#m                      F#
Tryin’ to win a gunfight with a bunch of knives
                   D#m                        F#
I win, get off the bench and give a bunch of fives
        F#
I don't see her
                D#m                         F#
Bitch I'm the greatest, no Kendrick and no Sia
          D#m             F#
I'm the iPhone, you the Nokia
                      D#m                  F#       
Everybody know you jealous, bitch it's so clear
                     D#m                  F#        
Tell them bum ass bitches to play their role
            D#m                 F#
She see my sexy ass every time she scroll
                      D#m
I got it in the can, Dole
                                F#
Your career gon' be with Anna Nicole
         D#m
Witcha dumbass face
             D#m                             F#       
She ain't eatin' but I swear she got some bum ass taste
                   D#m                       F#
Text her man like, "Dawg, how that bum ass taste?"
           D#m                    F# 
Pay your rent! And stay in your bum ass place
                      D#m                     F#
Oooohhh, oh you the qu-e-e-the queen of this here?
             D#m                            F#
One platinum plaque, album flopped, bitch, where? (bitch, where?)

Hahaha, ahhhhh
                D#m          F#
I took two bars off just to laugh
      D#m                         F#
You see, silly rabbit, to be the queen of rap
    D#m                          F#        
You gotta sell records, you gotta get plaques
D#m                 F# 
S, plural like the S on my chest
              D#m 
Now sit your dumbass down
            F#
You got an F on your test

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
              D#m                  F#
I'm makin' money like I'm makin' sweet love
               D#m                     F#   
I wanna make love, love, love
              D#m
She say the money make her wanna make love
            F#
Wanna make love, love, love, huh

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
    D#m                    F#          
I love to see the money stack up
 D#m                            F#        
Hope that we don't ever, ever break up (up)
D#m
Wanna make love, love, love