Tonart: E major
Verse 1
Ab
Daydreamin' of dirt bikes
and four wheelers
Gb
Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer
Ab
Hats and jackets, shirts,
pants and sneakers
Verse 2
That brand new car smell
A
G#
We sceamin',
daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A.
The illest yachts,
D#m
the hottest broads they make
G#m
G#
Can't wait 'til it's my
D#m
G#
turn to get dough
Dbm
So I don't gotta fuckin'
G#
C#m
day dream no more
Verse 3
G#
Coming up we ain't have much,
a lot of canned food
Ebm
Ab
Cereal in the white box
F#
with powdered milk too
G#
My moms couldn't buy me
the shoes I want
We put lay- away on shit
that only cost a few bucks
Verse 4
G#
C#m
It's cool to have shelto, I had
C#m
With the weak ass Vel
G#
D#m
cro, looking ridiculous
G#m
C#m
I knew way back then we had
C#m
'Cause waiting for the bus
Ab
in the snow wasn't us
Verse 5
Ab
Me and hav' took the train from Man
Dbm
E
hattan to Conney
Ab
Everyday and night just so we
Ab
E
Dbm
We had guns, weed and a couple of forties
Ab
If we got lucky on the way,
Gb
we could jook someone
Verse 6
Abm
Ab
B
We used to watch video music box
Db
Gb
An d pray maybe one day
Dbm
Ebm
we could get a shot
Abm
Ab
Outside, my niggaz had all that shit
C#
F#
From money that they made off the block
Verse 7
G#
Daydreamin' of dirt bikes
C#m
and four wheelers
G#
F#
Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer
G#
Hats and jackets, shirts,
pants and sneakers
D#m
That brand new car smell
Verse 8
daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A.
The illest yachts,
D#m
the hottest broads they make
G#
Can't wait 'til it's my
turn to get dough
Dbm
So I don't gotta fuckin'
Verse 9
A
Ab
My day dreams is more like nightmares
A vigil, bullet proof cars,
supped up time shares
My friends did a turn 'cause
it's not they turn
Or how the streets gonna be
when they release fur
Verse 10
G#
When I get that million bucks
G#m
G#
will I remain the same?
B
C#m
Or will I have to get at niggaz 'cause
F#
they sayin' I changed?
C#m
D#m
G#m
Will everybody wanna ball,
G#
be my friend and leech?
G#m
C#m
When niggaz put me to the test,
have me clapping the heat
Verse 11
G#m
I used to think bein' rich, ain't all that bad
G#
A far cry from what a dream was all I had
Do I got the right team
or they riding for cash
C#m
Would they jump in front of me
G#
when them cameras flash
Verse 12
G#
lice,
gon' be up my ass
Can't leave the heat under the seat,
D#m
gotta find a better stash
G#m
Gotta collect re ceipts 'cause
G#
that bitch uncle Sam
C#m
Invades your space when
Verse 13
Ab
Dbm
of dirt bikes
and four wheelers
Ab
Dbm
Gb
Shoppin' sprees at the diamond dealer
Ab
Hats and jackets, shirts,
pants and sneakers
Ebm
That brand new car smell
Verse 14
Dbm
daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A.
Dbm
Ebm
the hottest broads they make
Abm
Ab
Can't wait 'til it's my
Ebm
Ab
turn to get dough
Dbm
Ab
So I don't gotta fuckin' day dream no more
Outro 1
Abm
Dbm
Ab
Gb
Ab
Dbm
Ab
Dbm
Ab
Dbm
Ab
Ebm
G#m
G#
C#m
G#
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