Tonart: C# minor
Verse 1
Fm
There you go, that's John Doe.
There you go, that's John Doe.
There you go, that's John Doe.
And I'm still whippin' up a kilo.
There you go, that's John Doe.
On my power pellets,
turn you bitch niggas to ghosts.
Pac -Man, over 100 sold
Pac -Man, just order 100 more
Ebm
Em
Pac -Man, you can fry it in a pan
Fm
Ebm
Pac -Man,
Eb
Em
in no time you'll be buying land
Fm
do it for your momma now
Ebm
Fm
Pac -Man, until I get 100 M's Me
and Pac -Man just ordered a bunch of ones
Get from roundest then if you
don't plan on fucking us
Got my apron on,
bout to cook a Hanukkah dish
On that codeine,
I fall asleep up in that pussy
Ebm
Fm
Hotel suite, bigger than your dad crib
Ebm
My pistol pregnant,
Fm
I think it's bout to have kids
Ebm
Fm
Straight flavor, I can serve it as is
Ebm
But I'd rather whip it
Fm
than I follow with Ross Adlib
Two -seater, got a lot of work in it
Two -liter Sprite, got a lot of perp in it
They ask me what my name,
I told them 2 Chainz
With 2 yellow bones,
walkin' out the blue flame
There you go, that's John Doe
On my power pellets,
turn you bitch niggas to ghosts
Pac -Man, over 100 sold
Ebm
Pac -Man, just order 100 more
Em
Pac -Man, you can fry it in a pan
Em
in no time you'll be buyin' land
Ebm
Pac -Man, do it for your momma now
Fm
Pac -Man, until I get
100 M's Dago, but that John Doe
Buff green like Rondo
Bad hoes in my condo
So my wrist caught the Tucson foe
Earl of mornin' like Lazo
Fat paper, no grind flow
We ain't lettin' them pies go
Ebm
Cause y niggas smellin' like 5 -0 36,
Ebm
I told my dawg this year
gon' be my favorite summer
Ebm
They scream they got it, I'm like,
Em
Eb
say your number
Ebm
We'll be straight to ya, had to say truth,
Fm
tryna take us under gun
Riding with a hundred years,
when I was broke
I used to pray to get a hundred squares
They selling work,
but ain't nothing there
They tell us that we box them
like a fucking square
There you go, that's John Doe
On my power pellets,
turn you bitch niggas to ghosts
Pac -Man, over 100 sold
Pac -Man, just order 100 more
Ebm
Em
Pac -Man, you can fry it in a pan
Fm
Ebm
Pac -Man,
Em
in no time you'll be buyin' land
Ebm
Pac -Man, do it for your momma now
Fm
Pac -Man, until I get 100 M's
I'm Pac -Man, niggas after me
I'm shootin' at these niggas, galaxy
Now I'm if, million dollar salary
I'm just know, federal rallies after me
Ebm
The streets is mad, I'm talking D
Em
Ebm
Fifty -five hundred,
you can get a quarter key
Fm
Gold Rollie, dope man, presidential
Ebm
Fm
White Phantom, bullshit, residential
House look like a motherfucking
shopping center
Closet look like motherfucking
shopping center
Gucci shoes, Louis Louis,
Million dollar cash in my granny's sofa
There you go, that's John Doe
All my power pellets
turn you bitch niggas to ghosts
Pac -Man, over 100 sold
Pac -Man, just order 100 more
Ebm
Em
Ebm
Pac -Man, you can fry it in a pan
Em
Pac -Man, in no time you'll be buying land
Ebm
Pac -Man, do it for your momma now
Fm
Pac -Man, until I get 100 M's
I cut off this kilo, count to three,
you only zero
Look, my rim's bout an inch,
it's bout to tie, spread a needle
Bounce a ounce, trampoline it,
we ain't shootin' samples
Neither either coppin'
or kickin' rocks,
snatch it and leave it
Ebm
I stay with the feelin',
the feds'll rush me any minute
Fm
Ebm
And handcuff me with a sentence
till the calendars is finished
For balancing some chickens,
and tricking on some bitches
Fm
Ebm
And putting down with niggas,
try short stopping Venice
Fm
There you go, that's Pac -Man,
an A -Pac stamp
Right in the center, scraped salmon,
now that's scrimp
Shoot it, snort it, inhale it, it don't matter
Just know your head get
patched for a pellet
There you go, that's John Doe
On my power pellets,
turn you bitch niggas to ghosts
Pac -Man, over 100 sold
Fm
Ebm
Pac -Man, just order 100 more
Em
Pac -Man, you can fry it in a pan
Ebm
Em
Pac -Man, in no time you'll
Fm
Em
Fm
Ebm
be buying land
Pac -Man, do it for your
Fm
Ebm
momma now
Fm
Pac -Man, until I get 100 M's
They call me Pac -Man,
but no Adam Jones
The referees threw a flag
the way I tackle zones
Graduated out the trough,
I got my tassel on Real G's
gettin' cheese,
gettin' my packers on
Ebm
Super Bowl ring on my pinky,
gettin' brain
Fm
Ebm
My 62's is swole,
they callin' them Vin Rain
Fm
Ebm
Yeah, dropped it off and I count it up,
that's enough for ten chains
Ebm
All -time scoring leader,
this only my tenth game
Pocket watches get pocket rockets
Fm
Prop it off in my pot
to make sure there's no
empty stockin'
Stockin' up on the watches
cause time is of the essence
Packin' y 'all with a Pyrex,
it's nine, I'm finna stretch it
Okay then
There you go, that's John Doe
On my power pellets,
turn you bitch niggas to ghosts
Pac -Man, over 100 sold
Pac -Man, just order 100 more
Ebm
Em
Pac -Man, you can fry it in a pan
Em
and no time you'll be buying land
Ebm
do it for your momma now
Pac -Man, until I get 100 M's
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