C# F# I got bars, bars, fuckin' cars C# Aeroplanes, deep massage C# F# Bars, bars, fire, fire C# Tell your girl I won't retire Chorus: C# F# I got bars, bars, fuckin' cars C# Aeroplanes, deep massage C# F# Bars, bars, fire, fire C# Tell your girl I won't retire C# Woo F# Here I am C# Flyin' down the street like Superman C# F# And I won't do it but my best friend can C# I won't do it but my best friend can C# F# Got them blue jeans, got them at Costco C# She hates that blue cheese, but loves tobasco C# F# But everybody knows that I'm your boss, yo C# But everybody knows that I'm the boss though C# He know I'm gonna write the words, F# I'm gonna play the strings C# And don't forget, I still fuckin' sing C# F# Even on the street, I was a fuckin' king C# Even on the street, I was a fuckin' king Chorus: I got bars, bars, fuckin' cars Aeroplanes, deep massage Bars, bars, fire, fire Tell your girl I won't retire Woo-hoo Tokyo, drifting down the street in my sleek Volvo Winding down my window, I let everybody know That I bought this car with my papa's dough Yeah, my best friend, don't need a wine glass They love the goon sack, up here it's all class But everybody knows that they can shake their ass But everybody knows that they can shake their ass Chorus: I got bars, bars, fuckin' cars Aeroplanes, deep massage Bars, bars, fire, fire Tell your girl I won't retire I've got a feeling I'll be fine Left it all behind In the house up in the hill that I once called mine Left the keys in the van from '69 To the motherfucking madhouse (King T vibes) I got bitches Bitches Bitches And I got Chorus: I got bars, bars, fuckin' cars Aeroplanes, deep massage Bars, bars, fire, fire Tell your girl I won't retire Woo Here I am Flyin' down the street like Superman And I won't do it, but my best friend can I won't do it, but my best friend can RIP to the BOG Footy MVP Yeah, the big King T We'll miss you so much We love you, T | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC# F# G |