Dm             C
50,000 on me, I'm a walkin' lick
Dm                       C
She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip the stick
Dm                                          C
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Dm                                           C
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Dm C
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
Dm           C
I've been drinkin' codeine all night
Dm                    C
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
Dm                    C
I don't understand nothin' but them dollar signs

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Dm                               C
My side chick got pregnant by her main dude and I'm offended
Dm                                       C
I called, she ain't pick up, I text her back, bitch you stingy
Dm                                C
I'm in all black like a ninja, chain got influenza
Dm                             C
Walk in the traphouse, use my Cartiers for credentials (God damn!)
Dm                        C
I'm going wildebeest, all on my enemies
Dm                                 C
Negative energy, I could do anything, I got the guillotine
Dm                  C
Off with they head
Dm                            C
Known to pull off and get head
Dm                               C
Drippin so much sauce on your bitch look like she wettin' the bed
Dm                                  C
I could do more than just say it, strip club veteran head uh uh!
Dm                                               C
I am still gettin' this bread, bought her a Birkin bag uh uh!
Dm                                     C
Everyone look at the tag, I do the digital dash uh uh!
Dm                                  C
I can do more than just brag, I can back it up UH UH!

[Chorus: Quavo]
Dm                  C
50,000 on me, I'm a walkin' lick
Dm                               C
She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip the stick
Dm                                          C
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Dm                                         C
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Dm      C
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
Dm          C
I've been drinkin' codeine all night
Dm                      C
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
Dm                                    C
I don't understand nothin' but them dollar signs

[Verse 2: Offset]
Dm
Blue cheese, no ranch, all hunnids
C
10 racks on me that's mall money
Dm
I just bought a Lamb Ima crawl on it
C
Get on top, she act a dog with it
Dm
I'm on this drink need to slow down
C
Racks in back it won't slow down
Dm
You had a sack but it's gone now
C
Safari diamond, money long now
Dm
Better wake up, smell the coffee
C                                         Dm
Black man with a lot of money, got the white man wanna off me
C
You was my mans but you lost me
Dm
Poppin xans, I'm exhausted
C
Cookie smellin like a mosh pit
Dm
Pop a perk, kinda nauseous
C
50 ? shit colossus
Dm              C
Hey, With this money I could stay up and survive
Dm     C
We go live, smoke this dope and ride
Dm     C
We too fly, bad bitches in the archive
Dm     C
Oh so high, money make me so high

[Chorus: Quavo]
Dm                  C
50,000 on me, I'm a walkin' lick
Dm                               C
She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip the stick
Dm                                          C
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Dm                                         C
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Dm      C
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
Dm          C
I've been drinkin' codeine all night
Dm                      C
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
Dm                                    C
I don't understand nothin' but them dollar signs

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Dm
I'm havin blue cheese
C
And I'ma get it by any means
Dm
Flexing on niggas like Hercules
C
Fucking on bitches with double D'sd
Dm
I met the plug, got 100 keys
C
Give me that block and I gotta seize
Dm
These niggas sick homie wanna get rid of me
C
I'm at the top and they under me
Dm
I hit the lot and don't ask for the tag
C
Racks in my pockets, they lookin like kneepads
Dm
Flexin my all white with Benjamin Franklin
C
Put the work steady blue cheese in the bag
Dm
My life I'm livin it fast
C
One thing I cannot do is go out sad
Dm
They know me but don't know my past
C
And if you know me you know I'm about my cash
Dm                                      C
The Nawfside, call it Baghdad, make a nigga 40 yard dash
Dm                                         C
The Nawfside, where the bags at, I was breakin my wrist in the glass (Whippin it!)
Dm                                 C
Smoking on Barry Bonds in the Huracan, spinning work like I'm Taz
Dm                                       C
Migos and Chainz in the city, go to your girl code
Had to bring out that bag

[Chorus: Quavo]
Dm                  C
50,000 on me, I'm a walkin' lick
Dm                               C
She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip the stick
Dm                                          C
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Dm                                         C
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Dm      C
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
Dm          C
I've been drinkin' codeine all night
Dm                      C
Got your bitch out her DM, put her on a flight
Dm                                    C
I don't understand nothin' but them dollar signs

[Bridge: Quavo (2 Chainz)]
Dm                            C
When you wake up in the morning
Dm                        C
When you wake up in the morning
Dm                   C
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
Dm                 C
Blue cheese in my Off Whites
(Uhh, uhh)

[Outro]
Dn                   C
Boy, my uncle 12 shawty
Dm                         C
I had to take my uncle to school this morning shawty
Dm              C
And he got suspended
Dm           C
'Cause he smelled like weed when he got there