Tonart: C minor•
Verse 1
Cm
I'm a tell you broke
niggas something
Listen
Dm
Make money, no vacation
Verse 2
Pay cash don't make payments
Getting high like I'm eighteen
But I've been rich since the
late eighty's
Backstage, naked ladies
Poppin pills and swallowing babies
Bad bitches ain't come to play
She gon' give me head
before I go on stage
Cm
New car, a couple, a hundred
Ain't nothin' I call it play
money
Bugatti, Ferrari, the Benz, the Bentley
Cm
Street niggas, we packin them 2's
Play with it, make action news
Put some money on your head,
you worth a stack or two
Eb
Cm
Real nigga I'm 100, I stay leanin,
I chase money
Dm
Cm
Niggas out here savin hoes,
niggas need to be savin money
Eb
Cm
Made mine, can't take it from me
Hit the club, I take your woman
Dm
Take her home, get some head,
Cm
wake up breakfast in bed
Yeah nigga that's grits and eggs
Rich bitch don't forget the bread
Up and down that interstate
I move weight, that's Jenny Craig
Dm
Cm
I'm a fuck me a model,
I'm a fuck me a model
You only get to live one time,
Verse 3
so I'm a fuck me a model
Cm
I make money all day then I
ball with the profits
Niggas hate on me,
I tell em hatin' niggas stop it
Go fuck with a bitch,
get that becky then I'm gone
Ab
Cm
Catch me on that loud pack,
Ab
Cm
blowin on this strong
Catch me on that loud pack,
Ab
Cm
Ab
Cm
blowin on this strong
Dm
Straight out of North niggas nigga
Verse 4
20 years in
Still rich and ain't gon stop getting rich
Told you niggas I ain't never
gonna stop getting money
Verse 5
Cm
Bitch you ain't no killa
And real niggas don't talk
Start shit in this club
It's going down in the parking lot
Eb
Cm
Niggas get killed and then we ain't
shedding no tears
Niggas can't keep they mouth closed,
judge give you them years
Dm
Cm
Dm
Yo homie fuckin yo bitch
Cm
And she ain't duckin yo cock
Them noobies ain't holding you down
And you call them niggas yo dogs
Dm
Cm
They really out here hatin so stay
strapped up like a tight
Eb
Cm
They got guns, they got them rubies
Except they not shootin blanks
Pass straight them, broad daylight
They don't care who lookin
Young niggas got something to prove,
niggas think he pushin
Playin round in my hood and I'll smoke
you like a swisha
We don't care bout money and we
don't play with them pistols
Cm
Verse 6
Cm
I make money all day then
I ball with the profits
Niggas hate on me,
I tell em hatin' niggas stop it
Go fuck with a bitch,
get that becky then I'm gone
Catch me on that loud pack,
Ab
Cm
blowin on this strong
Catch me on that loud pack,
Ab
Cm
blowin on this strong
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