[Intro]
F#m
Look at you go, okay, you bubblin'
Look, go, go, Look at you go
Okay you bubblin', look
[Verse 1]
F#m G#m
Yeah, one in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin'
F#m G#m
Look at the cash, look at the cash comin' in
F#m G#m
Come get your mans, this lil' nigga buggin' me
F#m G#m
Just leave the bag Quit all that jaw-jackery
F#m G#m
Don't even pass me that, I don't want none of it (yeah)
F#m G#m
These niggas mad about it, they had enough of it
F#m G#m
Woah, watch what you sayin', all that poppin' and shakin'
F#m G#m
Got me hot as a laser, my posse deep and irate
F#m G#m
And we act a fool for the paper, had a dream and I made it
F#m G#m
El Camino on Dayton's, Vintage Guess over Bape
F#m G#m
Put the bread on me bitch, bitch you bet I'ma bank it
F#m G#m
Piggy flat in a blanket, I might just roll out today
F#m G#m
I might just roll out to Vegas, head back to my old ways
F#m G#m
Cop a room full of Asian hoes and do blow all day
N.C.
Look at me baby, look at me baby
F#m G#m
Don't I look like a million? I'm 'bout to clean out the safe
F#m G#m
D-don't I look like somebody that just be bodyin' everything
F#m G#m
All that talkin' is great but I don't be talkin' I air it out
F#m G#m
All the problems have gotten easy to bury
F#m G#m
I'd rather drown them in Hendrick's, I'd rather kiss on my Mary
F#m G#m
I been broker way longer than I been rich so until it levels out
N.C.
I'ma take your mama to the Marriott and wear it out
F#m G#m
Took me so long to get it, gonna spread it out
F#m G#m
Let 'em know all about me when I'm dead and gone
[Chorus]
F#m G#m
One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (look at you go)
F#m G#m
One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (look at you go)
F#m G#m
Look at the cash, look at the cash bubblin' (okay you bubblin')
F#m
Look at the cash (look)
G#m
Bubblin' (go)
F#m
One in the hand (look)
G#m
One in the hand (go)
F#m G#m
One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (look at you go)
F#m G#m
Look at the cash, look at the cash, bubblin' (okay you bubblin')
F#m
Look at the cash (look)
G#m
Bubblin'
[Verse 2]
N.C.
I'ma need all the fries you can give me
F#m
All the hot sauce, all the pies you can give me
F#m
Better be all or nothin', don't have me in the middle
F#m
You better be all you can, get higher than the limit
F#m G#m
Simplify for the Dumbos, plenty slides, I can shuffle
F#m G#m
Hit the cadence with my young bitch, Isaac Hayes, Billy Ocean
F#m
But the old hoe with the cane stick
G#m F#m
Left my slippers at the function, it's hard to run in Gucci slides
G#m
Chick, I thought you said you didn't have a husband
F#m G#m
I'ma stud, no cuckold, Jackie Chan, no trouble
F#m G#m
Can't clean it with a bib, blood drippin' from the cutthroats
F#m G#m
No Lord, not me, I can never be the one you wanna stunt for
F#m G#m
Money, money, that machine gun sprayed the Ferragamo store
F#m G#m
R.I.P. the times that I was broke, after life in 911 Porsche
F#m G#m
Matte black, lookin' clean, dead prezies in an envelope
F#m G#m F#m
Cookin up canard, waitin' for the antidote, runnin' out of time
G#m
Patience thinner than a pantyhose
[Chorus]
F#m G#m
One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (look at you go)
F#m G#m
One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (look at you go)
F#m G#m
Look at the cash, look at the cash bubblin' (okay you bubblin')
F#m
Look at the cash (look)
G#m
Bubblin' (go)
F#m
One in the hand (look)
G#m
One in the hand (go)
F#m G#m
One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (look at you go)
F#m G#m
Look at the cash, look at the cash, bubblin' (okay you bubblin')
F#m
Look at the cash (look)
G#m
Bubblin'