Intro Gm Look at you go, okay, you bubblin' Look, go, go, Look at you go Okay you bubblin', look Verse 1 Gm Am Yeah, one in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' Gm Am Look at the cash, look at the cash comin' in Gm Am Come get your mans, this lil' nigga buggin' me Gm Am Just leave the bag Quit all that jaw-jackery Gm Am Don't even pass me that, I don't want none of it (yeah) Gm Am These niggas mad about it, they had enough of it Gm Am Woah, watch what you sayin', all that poppin' and shakin' Gm Am Got me hot as a laser, my posse deep and irate Gm Am And we act a fool for the paper, had a dream and I made it Gm Am El Camino on Dayton's, Vintage Guess over Bape Gm Am Put the bread on me bitch, bitch you bet I'ma bank it Gm Am Piggy flat in a blanket, I might just roll out today Gm Am I might just roll out to Vegas, head back to my old ways Gm Am Cop a room full of Asian hoes and do blow all day N.C. Look at me baby, look at me baby Gm Am Don't I look like a million? I'm 'bout to clean out the safe Gm Am D-don't I look like somebody that just be bodyin' everything Gm Am All that talkin' is great but I don't be talkin' I air it out Gm Am All the problems have gotten easy to bury Gm Am I'd rather drown them in Hendrick's, I'd rather kiss on my Mary Gm Am I been broker way longer than I been rich so until it levels out N.C. I'ma take your mama to the Marriott and wear it out Gm Am Took me so long to get it, gonna spread it out Gm Am Let 'em know all about me when I'm dead and gone Chorus Gm Am One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (look at you go) Gm Am One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (look at you go) Gm Am Look at the cash, look at the cash bubblin' (okay you bubblin') Gm Look at the cash (look) Am Bubblin' (go) Gm One in the hand (look) Am One in the hand (go) Gm Am One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (look at you go) Gm Am Look at the cash, look at the cash, bubblin' (okay you bubblin') Gm Look at the cash (look) Am Bubblin' Verse 2 N.C. I'ma need all the fries you can give me Gm All the hot sauce, all the pies you can give me Gm Better be all or nothin', don't have me in the middle Gm You better be all you can, get higher than the limit Gm Am Simplify for the Dumbos, plenty slides, I can shuffle Gm Am Hit the cadence with my young bitch, Isaac Hayes, Billy Ocean Gm But the old hoe with the cane stick Am Gm Left my slippers at the function, it's hard to run in Gucci slides Am Chick, I thought you said you didn't have a husband Gm Am I'ma stud, no cuckold, Jackie Chan, no trouble Gm Am Can't clean it with a bib, blood drippin' from the cutthroats Gm Am No Lord, not me, I can never be the one you wanna stunt for Gm Am Money, money, that machine gun sprayed the Ferragamo store Gm Am R.I.P. the times that I was broke, after life in 911 Porsche Gm Am Matte black, lookin' clean, dead prezies in an envelope Gm Am Gm Cookin up canard, waitin' for the antidote, runnin' out of time Am Patience thinner than a pantyhose Chorus Gm Am One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (look at you go) Gm Am One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (look at you go) Gm Am Look at the cash, look at the cash bubblin' (okay you bubblin') Gm Look at the cash (look) Am Bubblin' (go) Gm One in the hand (look) Am One in the hand (go) Gm Am One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (look at you go) Gm Am Look at the cash, look at the cash, bubblin' (okay you bubblin') Gm Look at the cash (look) Am Bubblin'
