SOS

Intro Cm7 Last night, I cried Verse Dm7 Give me a second, give me a minute Nah, lil' bitch, can't let you finish Gm7 Cm7 Yeah, that's right, I need commissions on mine Dm7 All that sauce you got from me All that shit I gave for free Gm7 Cm7 And I want it back, want it back Dm7 This ain't no warnin' shot Case all you hoes forgot Gm7 Know you been more than lost Cm7 Without me, I'm so Dm7 Comin' like I'm so greasy Ex-nigga, he so needy Gm7 Cm7 Punk ass tried to replace me, but the stakes is too high Dm7 They can't survive off mini-mes I'm talkin' pedigree Gm7 Ain't no writers, that's just me Cm7 Ain't no spiteful, I'm just tea Dm7 Can't hate a bitch for free Talkin' I'm off the bench like Brady Gm7 I'm pressin' niggas like KD, it's up Cm7 Dm7 Yeah, nigga, it's up to me Rеmind you of Della Reese Gm7 Cm7 So classic, that ass so fat, it look natural, it's not Dm7 I talk bullshit a lot No more fuck-shit, I'm donе Gm7 Damn right, I'm the one Cm7 Damn right, I'm the one Dm7 Comin' back, she so candid Comin' back snatched like bandit Gm7 Comin' back, this ain't canned shit Cm7 I'm organic with my fresh squeezed Dm7 I'm dumpin' like press squeeze I'm horny like, "Suck these" Gm7 Cm7 So daring like, "Touch me" Dm7 And all the petty shit aside Gm7 All the funny shit aside Cm7 I just want what's mine N.C. Mine, oh Gm7 Cm7 I just want what's mine Dm7 This ain't no warnin' shot Cm7 Case all you hoes forgot Dm7 And I cried and cried Gm7 Said what's on my mind Cm7 Dm7 Ooh, oh, I cried