Tom: Cm
Introdução: Cm7
Dm7
Give me a second, give me a minute
Nah, lil' bitch, can't let you finish
Gm7 Cm7
Yeah, that's right, I need commissions on mine
Dm7
All that sauce you got from me
All that shit I gave for free
Gm7 Cm7
And I want it back, want it back
Dm7
This ain't no warnin' shot
Case all you hoes forgot
Gm7
Know you been more than lost
Cm7
Without me, I'm so
Dm7
Comin' like I'm so greasy
Ex-nigga, he so needy
Gm7 Cm7
Punk ass tried to replace me, but the stakes is too high
Dm7
They can't survive off mini-mes
I'm talkin' pedigree
Gm7
Ain't no writers, that's just me
Cm7
Ain't no spiteful, I'm just tea
Dm7
Can't hate a bitch for free
Talkin' I'm off the bench like Brady
Gm7
I'm pressin' niggas like KD, it's up
Cm7 Dm7
Yeah, nigga, it's up to me
Rеmind you of Della Reese
Gm7 Cm7
So classic, that ass so fat, it look natural, it's not
Dm7
I talk bullshit a lot
No more fuck-shit, I'm donе
Gm7
Damn right, I'm the one
Cm7
Damn right, I'm the one
Dm7
Comin' back, she so candid
Comin' back snatched like bandit
Gm7
Comin' back, this ain't canned shit
Cm7
I'm organic with my fresh squeezed
Dm7
I'm dumpin' like press squeeze
I'm horny like, "Suck these"
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So daring like, "Touch me"
Dm7
And all the petty shit aside
Gm7
All the funny shit aside
Cm7
I just want what's mine
N.C.
Gm7 Cm7
I just want what's mine
Dm7
This ain't no warnin' shot
Cm7
Case all you hoes forgot
Dm7
And I cried and cried
Gm7
Said what's on my mind
Cm7 Dm7
Ooh, oh, I cried