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