Verse
Am 
Ain't Nobody f*cking with me 
Em 
First degree murder, you can get your degree 
Motherf*cker 
G 
And you ain't gotta wonder 'bout me wonder woman 
Em                     G 
Tune gonna ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan 
Am 
Real brotha shit, pussy brotha gon hate 
Em 
Pound of the Kush call that bitch pound cake 
G 
I hit it from the back 
G 
And make that bitch about face 
Em 
And then I gotta split 
G 
I'm sorry baby, sour grapes 
 
Bridge
F 
She wine, baby don't leave 
G 
I duck that bullshit, bob and weave 
Em 
Everybody tripping, but I ain't never tripping 
F 
Leave your ass flatter than my new television 
F 
I'm talking about money and the power 
F 
Power and the money 
G 
This shit is magic Stan Van Gundy 
Em 
Ima run this shit till I'm the last man runnin 
Em7 
Mack light that shit, then pass that to me 
 
Chorus
Am 
Young Money motherf*cker yeah 
                        G 
We the shit, yeah Weezy go hard like Cialis 
F 
Don't love that bitch, I f*cked that ho 
G 
She pop X I smoke O's tic-tac-toe 
Am 
And I stink cause I got alot of shit on my mind 
G 
They say numbers don't lie, is that a 6 or a 9? 
F 
I stand infront of the clock 
F 
Cause I'm ahead of the time 
G 
Knock your pussy ass off 
G 
And send your head to your mom 
 
Verse
Am 
I ain't playing with brothas, no sir not me 
Em 
And they can't blindfold what my third eye see 
G 
Yeah I was locked up, but like a bird I'm free 
           Em          G 
And the coupe transform, no Tyrese 
Am 
Hello Goodbye, where are you Wayne? 
Em 
I'm somewhere inbetween joy and pain 
G 
And I reach for the stars, got stuck in the clouds 
Em                     G 
Got high as a bitch and left my love on the ground 
 
Bridge
F 
Now ain't that about a bitch? It ain't never about a bitch 
G 
Ill take your bitch and make her everybody bitch 
Em 
Backed up by a bunch of G ass brothaa 
F 
And I just bought your girlfriend some knee pads brotha 
F 
Eagle street where the real brothas hung 
G 
Ima rep that shit till Kingdom come 
Em 
Yeah Sharp brang the drank, I bring the blunts 
Em7 
F*cking with me its blood, brains or guts 
 
Chorus
Am 
F*ck yall for real though 
G 
Sleep with the hammer under the pillow 
F 
Get into the room, bend her over like her elbows 
G 
Soon as I'm done peel off like velcro, gone. 
Am                                 G 
baby I'm stoned, smoking on the strong 
                                F 
Got a huge ass bong, swag off the hook 
F 
You can't use that phone 
                G 
Stopped at the light and put my roof back on 
 
Verse
Am 
One time for the G's, the brothas got it lock'd 
Em 
The brothas with the keys, The brothas on the block 
G 
The brothas on they P's and Q's 
        Em                     G 
Put your bitch ass on the evening news 
Am 
Jumping in the game better read the rules 
Em 
High as a bitch yeah that's me on the moon 
G 
F*ck with me die soon, not late 
Em                                     G 
And I'm sorry for the motherf*cking wait 
Am 
Tunechi