[Intro]
F#
Right in the sternum this time, T-baby
C#m G#m
Shit, you already know, you already know
G#m
You already know, damn, shit
F#
This that hustler musik
C#m
Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler music
G#m
So ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, damn
[Verse 1]
G#m F#
Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in his head with this one
I'ma paint the city red with this one
C#m
I'm ahead with this one, see you fucking with the boy
G#m
Who tote toys way before Christmas, no assistance, just
G#m F#
That persistence, with that commitment, if
C#m
I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight
G#m
I know my vibe is tight, and I deserve the throne
G#m
And if the kid ain't right, then let me die on this song
See I be riding, just riding alone
F#
With my daddy on my mind, like, "You gotta be kidding"
C#m
How the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing?
G#m
Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king
G#m
Shall be, so I be, who I be, that's me
F#
That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the mothafuckin
C#m
So I be, who I be, that's me
G#m
That's Weezy F Baby, and please say the mothafuckin...
[Hook]
G#m
Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here
F#
Doing what I gotta do for me and you
C#m G#m
And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?
I'm taking these chances
G#m
My head to the sky, my feet on the ground
F#
My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move
C#m
Then I won't budge, won't budge
G#m
No I won't budge, no, Lord
[Verse 2]
G#m
Money is the motivation, facing the avenue
F#
Back touching the wall, got the weed, got the gun
C#m
Got to run when I hear the bird call: (Brrrr!) Damn
G#m
Hop in that thing and merk off, swerve off
G#m
You know me, they call me Birdman Junior (Ah-ahh)
F#
Anybody's murderer if Birdman sponsor it
C#m
Phantom of the Opera, all black, guap tent, locked in
G#m
I can let them shots out, you can't get no shots in
G#m
Bulletproof, leave a nigga with a bullet-roof
F#
Shoot ya in your mouth, Leroy, they call him bullet-tooth
C#m
I'm like, "What it do, what it do"
G#m
There's a full court pressure, I'm just going for the two
G#m
If I'm open for the three, I'ma take it in a second
F#
Even if there's one second, I'ma make it, it's nothing
C#m
I don't take it for granted, I don't take it for nothing
I take it for what it's worth, to the dirt, motherfucker, yeah!
[Hook]
G#m
Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here
F#
Doing what I gotta do for me and you
C#m G#m
And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?
I'm taking these chances
G#m
My head to the sky, my feet on the ground
F#
My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move
C#m
Then I won't budge, won't budge
G#m
No I won't budge, no, Lord
[Verse 3]
G#m
I ain't never killed nobody, I promise
F# C#m
And I promise if you try me, he gon' have to rewind this track
G#m
And make me go back, that thing'll go rrrat!
That boy'll lay flat, so flat
G#m
That act is what I perform amongst you haters
F#
Got Nina in my palm, and I'm masturbating
C#m
Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die, what you saying?
G#m
Bathing Ape, Yves St., Evisu what I stay in
G#m
Got me feeling like Scarface, light the Cohiba
F#
Streets reply I look right in a four-seater
C#m
You know I be out here, right in a four-seater
G#m
Top floor of the Four Seasons
G#m
Four of them whores and they all know how to cook it up
And look I got some
F#
And only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up
C#m
See, it's a cold world, so homie bundle up
G#m
We ain't on this grind for nothing, now get your hustle up
[Hook]
G#m
Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here
F#
Doing what I gotta do for me and you
C#m G#m
And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?
I'm taking these chances
G#m
My head to the sky, my feet on the ground
F#
My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move
C#m
Then I won't budge, won't budge
G#m
No I won't budge, no, Lord
G#m
Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here
F#
Doing what I gotta do for me and you
C#m G#m
And we eating, so, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?
I'm taking these chances
G#m
My head to the sky, my feet on the ground
F#
My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move
C#m
Then I won't budge, won't budge
G#m
No I won't budge, no, Lord
[Outro]
G#m F#
Man, man, this be that hustler musik
C#m
Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik y'all
G#m
So ride to it y'all, and vibe to it y'all
G#m
I'm asking y'all, please, please
Young Weezy got that hustler musik
F#
Young Weezy got that motherfucking hustler musik
C#m G#m
Ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, vibe to it y'all, chyeah, chyeah
G#m
It's trill shit man, it's real talk man
F#
It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it
C#m
Ayy, it's real shit man, it's real talk boy
G#m
It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it
G#m
I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, it's the way it go
F#
I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting, that's the way it is
C#m
Better guard your kids, guard your face
G#m
Better guard your body, we warned the place
G#m
We here! Fuck bitches! It's Young Money, nigga