A Cold Sunday

[Verse]
Fmaj7 Em7            Dm7
         It's a cold Sunday to complain
               Am7
I hold it in until it rain
         Fmaj7
I fought demons after fame
        Em7
I spent millions on terrain
           Dm7
I treat my bitch just like Diana
                 Am7
Pretty princess, hold the Fanta
             Fmaj7                         Em7
Two thousand three Dolce and Gabbana jeans make her ass
look fatter
        Dm7
We gon' catch him outside,
                      Am7
he don't got no money for the backup
      Fmaj7                         Em7
I ran thirty million in the ground, baby,
now I'm back up
      Dm7
She a city girl,
                        Am7
I'm the real reason that   she act up
         Fmaj7
She talk back, I make her pack up,
Em7
send her home on Spirit
Dm7                                       Am7
Something in my spirit made me not believe   I'm feared
Fmaj7
I    know bitches period,
       Em7
so I'm watchin' how I'm speakin'
Dm7
Single but I'm creepin',
                    Am7
my main bitch don't need a headache
Fmaj7                           Em7
Half a mill' on Maybachs, tires flat,
I never drive 'em
Dm7
Pretty hoes need stylin',
                  Am7
Balenci' shopping got 'em wildin'
Fmaj7                          Em7
Tweakin' out on Collins, in my veins,
the molly throbbin'
Dm7
Rich as hell, still robbin',
                  Am7
ain't no love the way I'm rockin'
Fmaj7                         Em7
Bentley color gobblin, forest green,
the lane I'm hoggin'
Dm7
Wrap the P like swallin',
                   Am7
get it through yo' fuckin' noggin
Fmaj7                             Em7
Money first, I'm always dialed in,   uh
Dm7
Moneys first, I'm always dialed in,
   Am7
is that a problem?
Fmaj7                  Em7
I    made m's off a TV like I work for Viacom
Dm7
Doggy didn't stay for long,
                 Am7
he left when the sirens rung
Fmaj7                          Em7
Flyest niggas we turn bitches BD's into tire stabbers
  Dm7
I could've put out wild fires,
                   Am7
at the house behind   barbed wire
Fmaj7                           Em7
Twenty five but living like I'm fifty with three kids
          Dm7
All these bitches in my biz,
                         Am7
five hundred thousand on my bitch, uh

[Outro]
Fmaj7 Em7
      Fuck if you don't like me
     Dm7                               Am7
I'ma still get fetti more than likely, it's enticing,
Fmaj7 Em7                   Dm7 Am7
         I'll die for my respect
Fmaj7 Em7
         It's us
Dm7 Am7 Fmaj7 Em7 Dm7 Am7