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[Intro] D#m F# G#m
Scott Storch
[Refrão]
D#m F#
A nigga came from the bottom, down below
G#m
'Member them cold nights, I was sleepin' on the floor
D#m F#
Always dreamed about the Forgiatto feet, now they down below
G#m
A nigga got so much money on me, I can't count no more
[Primeira Parte]
D#m F#
'Member I was in the project walls, couldn't even get a loan
G#m
Now these niggas got they hands out, if I ain't give it, I'd be wrong
D#m F#
'Member I was in the county jail none of these bitches wasn't pickin' up the phone
G#m
Now they bangin' my line, I ain't got time no more
D#m
A nigga started from the bottom, now I'm livin'
F#
Early morning, uncle whippin' in the kitchen
G#m
Some people said I couldn't do it and then I did it
G#m
Look at my bank account, I'm runnin' up the digits
D#m
I ain't into all that "Doin'-that-facade" shit
F#
I walk it, I talk it, I live it
G#m
Come to the bird house, look at the garage, nigga
G#m
My Bentley coupe got a couple pigeons
D#m F#
I was down on my ass, had to go a new direction
G#m
Bought mom a Gucci purse, gave her racks, told her you ain't gotta stress it
B A#m
It ain't even an emergency and a nigga 'bout to pull up in a 911
G#m
Just to feed my dawgs, I told God it's a blessin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Refrão]
D#m F#
A nigga came from the bottom, down below
G#m
'Member them cold nights, I was sleepin' on the floor
D#m F#
Always dreamed about the Forgiatto feet, now they down below
G#m
A nigga got so much money on me, I can't count no more
D#m F#
Down below, down below
G#m
Down below, down below-ow-ow-ow
D#m F#
Down below, down below
G#m
Down below, down below-ow-ow-ow, yeah yeah
[Segunda Parte]
D#m
Roddy Ricch, yeah, I never took the safe route
F#
Nigga came from the bottom, I had to make it out
G#m
I was trappin' in the box, I had to break out
G#m
Hurt my soul when the feds kicked down the vacant house
D#m
Black truck on the corner, they had a stakeout
F#
Seen a dopeboy pullin' out a Wraith out
G#m
Had to get up out the hood to the lake house
G#m
The head chef 'bout to bring my steak out
D#m F#
I was pourin' up the liters, swipin' them Visas
G#m
They think a nigga Rondo 'cause I always kept a Nina
D#m F#
Now my jewelry wetter than Aquafina, quick trip to Catalina
G#m
White bitch bad as Selena, fuck her, then a nigga gotta leave
D#m F#
I just wanna shine like the Wraith roof stars 'cause a nigga been down so long
G#m
Ain't nobody see, bird vision, dawg, got it all on our own
B A#m
'Member them nights I was trappin', I was trappin' all night long
G#m
Now I keep a shooter on the right
G#m
Just in case a nigga try to do me wrong (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Refrão]
D#m F#
A nigga came from the bottom, down below
G#m
'Member them cold nights, I was sleepin' on the floor
D#m F#
Always dreamed about the Forgiatto feet, now they down below
G#m
A nigga got so much money on me, I can't count no more
D#m F#
Down below, down below
G#m
Down below, down below-ow-ow-ow
D#m F#
Down below, down below
G#m
Down below, down below-ow-ow-ow, yeah yeah
Final
D#m F# G#m
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
G#m D#m
Scott, you lit this bitch up, nigga
F# G#m
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
D#m
Yeah yeah, down below
F# G#m
Down below, down below, down below
G#m D#m
Down below, down below, oh, oh
Composição: Scott Spencer Storch, Roddy Ricch, Avedon
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