Drop ya glasses Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Am]Somewhere between
[A]being him and being humble
I made a bundle, Jesse [Am]White tumble
I keep [Dm]the carry tight,
[Am]it varies how they try to compare me
It's kinda scary how [C]my life
could be turned to a series
[Dm]You [Bb]see, I made [A]a mansion
out a house on the prairie
Now we own a plantation
It's crazy all [Dm]this shit that I bury
Still got [Am]my hands in the pot
that made the white man rich
Right [A]hand on a [Am]stack of books
and a pinesaw kill
With a lighter and some Lysol spray
Feed them my dawg,
[A]bitch niggas get they [Am]dot one day
[Dm]That's they bylaws,
[Am]a little under a million
Cash stashed in a drywall
Gotta air seal it, don't let bygones
be bygones
When it come to top five,
I feel like Dylon, Dylon, Dylon, Dylon
In love with the sound
of puttin' [A]leather in [Am]the nylon
And oversized lips, givin' [Dm]kisses to [Am]my dick
[Bb]36 in the waist with a 40 on a clip
A laser and a light,
John [Dm]Wickham if he diss me
Say[Am]in' they could ever
test the guard, nigga
Miss me with that shit, shit
Drop your glasses, ass in abundance
Just [A]give her lil' [Am]money for [Dm]the summer
[C]She just want [Am]a winner for a n***a
A check for her social
You know you gotta prove it
to [Dm]her sinner, lil' [C]mama
[Bb]Drop your glasses, ass in abundance
Just give her lil' money for [Dm]the summer
[C]She just want [Am]a winner for a n***a
A check for her social
You know you gotta prove it
to [C]her sinner, lil' mama
[Am]Good and evil, right or wrong,
I can't never call it
They say the murderers are fathers
with the pretty daughters
I heard champions and men,
that's how they word, ain't it?
So how pussy turn [Dm]a nigga to [C]a alcoholic?
[Bb]I keep hands on ass
that came from they mama
And the squats from [Dm]they function
in [C]them pumps
While [Am]they dump it in the crowd,
type of tension that she want
Roll [C]a blunt up on some brows,
she been feelin' like she want
[Am]Study in a chakra, layin' in the sun
[A]Heavy on [Am]the water out the way
but never run
She don't like her legs to shake
but can't control it when she come
All from comin' over sober
but she nasty when she drunk
I'm [A]a magic,
you [Am]just gotta get me passionate
Sweatin' through the satin sheets,
we gon' flip a [Dm]mattress though
[C]Put sex in [Am]the atmosphere
Call her Dr. Papi's man
I'm hoping I rap it clear
Tell me how [Bb]you want it lil' [Am]mama
Drop your glasses
Ass in abundance
Just give her lil' money for [Dm]the summer
[C]She just want [Am]a winner for a nigga
A check for her social
Know you gotta prove it
to [C]her sinner lil' mama
[Bb]Drop your glasses
Ass in abundance
Just give her lil' money for the summer
[C]She just want [Am]a winner for a nigga
Check for her social
Know you gotta [C]prove it
to her sinner lil' [Am]mama
Thanks for[Dm]watching [Bb]guys!