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