Chorus: Dm I pull up, in a yellow Lambo' like Pikachu (Oh, yeah) Am My teachers said I wouldn't be shit, now look at you (Oh) Dm I know you're somewhere, down bad Am 'Cause I just spent your whole check on a pair of some Jimmy Choo's (Oh, yeah) Dm I got nothing to prove, but a whole lot to lose Am My mama used to sell drugs to pay for my school Dm My uncle Dub got knocked and ended up on the news Am This all I know, I had to do this, I couldn't pick and choose Dm I used to pray for some better days Am Ten years later, I'm in L.A. whippin' that Bentayga Dm I'm paid up with entertainers, Henny, no chaser Am And bad bitches by the cases, they entertain us Dm I know my ex-bitch down bad and regretting Am Leavin' me and watchin' every little thing I do Dm I know my old friends tell they new friends Am That I switched up and tell 'em stories that were never true Dm Shit ain't nothin' new (Nah), I'm livin' comfortable Am How the fuck you hating? Just two years ago, I was like you Dm Ninth grade, dropped out of school, used to sleep on JD's couch Am This year I bought my mom a house, who would've knew that I would Chorus: Pull up, in a yellow Lambo' like Pikachu (Oh, yeah) My teachers said I wouldn't be shit, now look at you (Oh) I know you're somewhere, down bad 'Cause I just spent your whole check on a pair of some Jimmy Choo's (Oh, yeah) I got nothing to prove, but a whole lot to lose My mama used to sell drugs to pay for my school My uncle Dub got knocked and ended up on the news This all I know, I had to do this, I couldn't pick and choose Yeah, I get to thinking of this shit, it's like, hm, look Never did you wrong, never told you nothing wrong, no I always kept it one hundred from the jump, oh I always tried to keep it cool, but you were so cold (I did) There's a lot more to the story that they don't know (Oh, woah) There's a lot more to the story than the photo (Oh, oh) There's a lot more to the story and we both know But it's okay, I'll be good, no, oh Long as my money right, I'll be good, no, oh Long as my bitch fine, I'll be good, oh-oh Long as the circle tight, then I'm good, on God | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm Dm |