Tonart: E minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Fm
Uh,
Gm
me and my niggas tryna get it
Ab
Get that house lick,
Db
tell me is you with it, ya bitch
Cm
Home invasion, what's persuasive?
Ab
From nine to five, I know it's vacant,
Cm
Fm
ya bitch
Gm
Dreams of livin' life like rappers do
Ab
Db
Back when condom rappers wasn't cool
I fucked Shireen and went to
Gdim
Gm
tell my bros
Cm
Then that Shireen man,
Fm
let it burn, came on
Gm
Hot sauce all in, I talk rhymin', ya bitch
Ab
Park the car, then we start rhymin',
The only thing we had to
Cm
Then freeze that verse
Ab
Fm
when we see dollar signs
Gm
You lookin' like an easy come up, ya bitch
Db
I know you come from, bitch
And that's a lifestyle that
Go at it, reppin' for the revenue
Fm
Go Halle Berry or Hallelujah
Cm
Ab
Cm
Fm
tell me what you do
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
Gm
Eb
But the one in front of
Cm
Ab
the gun lives forever
the gun lives forever
Cm
Gm
Cm
An d I've been hustlin' all day
Ab
Cm
Fm
This a way, that a way
Through canals and alleyways
Gm
Money trees is the perfect
Fm
That's just how I feel
Nah, nah
Gm
Ab
Eight dollar mic just fuckin' main,
bitch
Db
That's just how I feel
Nah, a dollar might,
Cm
say fuck the niggas that
you gang with,
Ab
Cm
Fm
that's just how I feel
Gm
Ab
Nah, nah, a dollar might just make that lane switch,
Db
that's just how I feel
Cm
Nah, a dollar might, turn to a million and we all rich,
Ab
Cm
Fm
that's just how I feel
Gm
Dreams of living life like rappers do
Ab
Db
Bump that new E40 after school
Cm
You know big ballin' with my homies
Gm
Cm
Bro Stephens had us
Gm
Back to reality, we poor, ya bitch
Ab
Ain't nothin' casualty at war, ya bitch
Db
Two bullets in my uncle
Cm
Gm
Tony's head
Cm
Fm
He said one day I'll be on tour, ya bitch
Db
Fm
That Louie's burgers nev
Db
Fm
Gm
er be the same
Cm
Db
A Louie belt'll never ease that pain
Cm
Db
But I'ma purchase when
Cm
Gm
that day is jerkin'
Cm
Pull off at churches with
Eb
Fm
Pirelli skirtin'
Gm
Gang signs out the window, ya bish
Cm
Fm
Hop in' all of em' offend you, ya bish
Gm
They say your hood is a pot of gold
Cm
Db
And we gon' crash it when
Fm
Holla baron, or holla dude
Gm
Ab
Pick your poison, tell me what you do
Db
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
Cm
But the one in front of the gun
Gm
Ab
An d I've been hustlin' all day,
Db
this a way, that a way
Through canals and alleyways,
just to say
Cm
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
Fm
And that's just how I feel, nah, nah
Gm
A dollar might just fuck
Db
That's just how I feel, nah
Cm
A dollar might say fuck them niggas
that you came with
Ab
Cm
Fm
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
Gm
Ab
A dollar might just make
that lane switch
Db
That's just how I feel, nah
Cm
A dollar might turn to a million
and we all rich
Fm
That's just how I feel
Be the last one out to get this dough
Gm
No way, love one of your
Ab
fucking head and hoes
Db
No way, hit the streets,
then we break the code
Cm
No way, get to breaks when they on patrol
Ab
Fm
No way, be the last one
out to get the stove
Gm
No way, love one of you
Db
No way, hit the streets,
then we break the code
Bb
Cm
No way, get to breaks when they on patrol
Fm
No way Magic rock up in them
projects with them niggas
Gm
Pick your pockets, Santa Claus,
Cm
don't miss them stockings
Liquor spilling, pistols popping,
Cm
Ain't no turkey on Thanksgiving
Gm
Cm
My homeboy just domed a n***a
Ab
Cm
I just hope the Lord forgive him
Fm
Pops with cocaine residue
Every day I'm hustlin'
Gm
Ab
What else is a thug to do
When you eatin' cheese from
the government?
Fm
Gotta provide for my dawg and them
Get the f*** up out my way, b***h
Gm
Eb
Got that drum and I got them bands
Ab
Eb
Just like a parade, b***h
Fm
Drop that work up in the bushes
Hope them boys don't see my stache
Gm
If they do, tell the truth
Ab
It's the last time you might see my ass
Db
From the gardens where
the grass ain't cut
Them serpents lurkin', blood
Cm
Gm
Bitches sellin' pussy,
Cm
niggas sellin' drugs,
but it's all good
Fm
Broken promises, still you're watchin',
tell you what time it is
Gm
Cm
Take your J's and tell you to
Fm
kick it where a Foot Locker is
In the streets with a heater
Dreams of me gettin'
Cm
shaded under a money
Fm
They me Halle Berry or Halle Louie
Ab
Db
tell me what you do
Everybody go respect the shooter
Cm
But the one in front of the
The one in front of the gun, forever
Gm
Ab
And I've been hustlin' all day
This a way, better way
alleyways just to say
Cm
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
And that's just how I feel
Kendrick, just bring my car back, man
I called in for another appointment
I figured you wasn't gonna be
back here on time anyway
Look, shit, shit,
I just wanna get out the house, man
This man is on one, he feeling good,
and a motherfucker.
Shit, I'm trying to get my
thing going too.
I'm going to another house,
just bring my car back.
Shit, he made it, he feeling good.
Listen to him.
See, he has health.
Shit, he ain't even tripping off
them dominoes no more.
Just bring the car back.
Did somebody say dominoes?
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