G
I was born a rapper's son from Atlanta,
                                  D    G C D
Pimping hos when I was five years old.
G
We had plenty of Cristal and a Bentley,
      C                  D              G      Em C D
Cause that's just how we always like to roll.


G
We didn't mind, showing off our Bling, Bling,
                                 D         G C D
Our golden teef and our Cadillac Escalade.
G
Bitches shake their booty when they past by me,
         C              D                G      Em C D
And as I smoke my Cuban Tree I've got it made.

Chorus:

C                      D            Em
I'm living fat and I'm living large

Throwing leg in my Bentley car
       C                D             C
And my P.O. said that I wont get far
                              G C G Em C D
Being the Son, Of a Rap Star.


G
Chillin' at the club with my homies,
                                           D
Sippin' on gin and juice when my Boo walks past. (Spoken: Whats up Boo)
G
You better step on off and not be frontin',
   C                D               G    Em C D
Or else I'll bust a cap off in your ass.
G
I'm my babies Daddy and his a'Mama
                                         D     G C D
Don't ax me cause that's all you need to know,
G
His pajamas are made by Gucci and Versace
      C                  D              G      Em C D
Cause that's just how we always like to roll.

Chorus:

C                      D            Em
I'm living fat and I'm living large

Throwing leg in my Bentley car
       C                D             C
And my P.O. said that I wont get far
                              G C
Being the Son, Of a Rap Star.
          G    C
Being the son,
         G
Of a Rap Star.