Kunci: F# minor
Intro 1
F#m
D
F#m
D
F#m
D
F#m
Verse 1
F#m
C#
F#
from a boomie and you got them pies
C#
All my niggas Gucci, so
Left my mask at home,
F#
C#
Got a four fif' on my side in
F#m
F#
case they wanna try
F#m
C#
Pull up, skrt (woah)
F#m
Grippin' the stick when I turn
(yeah)
C#m
Smokin', I'm calmin' my nerves
C#
Kickin' the door and I'm
F#m
F#
goin' in first
F#m
C#
Family see me, they goin' berserk
F#m
Like give me the bag
and nobody get hurt
Verse 2
F#
F#m
Gimme that work, hey (woo)
C#
F#m
Gi- gi- gimme that work
C#m
Gimme that work, nuh
C#
'Bout to gimme that work,
F#m
C#m
hey (woo)
F#
Gi- gi- gimme that work, nuh
C#m
C#
'Bout to gimme that work, hey
Gimme that work
D
Trust
Verse 3
now, you know I'm up now
F#m
She see me with a bag,
D
F#m
she wanna fuck now
They see me with a Aud', they
C#
F#m
wanna know how
Rollin' off a addy,
C#m
C#
D
Bm
I can't slow down (uh, uh, uh, woo)
Verse 4
Bm
I robbed your bitch for the night, I might just
I might just—
I might just dip in it twice,
I might just speak of a spice (yeah, yeah)
She did it back to the kitchen,
C#
Whippin' and cheffin' that white (whip it,
F#
F#m
Told her to pass me the scale,
answer the phone
Verse 5
F#
And gimme that work, hey (woo)
F#m
C#
F#m
Gi- gi- gimme that work
C#m
C#
Gimme that work, nuh
'Bout to gimme that work,
F#m
C#m
hey (woo)
C#
F#
Gi- gi- gim me that work, nuh
C#m
C#
'Bout to gimme that work, hey
D
F#m
Gimme that work, hey
Verse 6
Gi- gi- gimme that work
Gimme that work, nuh
'Bout to gimme that work,
F#m
F#
F#m
C#
hey (woo)
F#m
F#
Gi- gi- gimme that work, nuh
Fuck with my money,
C#
D
C#
C#m
somebody get murked
C#
D
Gimme that work
Verse 7
F#m
Yeah
D
C#
Yeah, yeah, hey
F#
C#
D
Said, said, hey
Hey
F#m
D
Gimme that work, hey
Verse 8
C#m
(woo)
F#
F#m
C#m
Gi- gi- gimme that work
D
C#m
Gimme that work, nuh
F#m
D
C#m
'Bout to gimme that work, hey (woo)
F#m
C#m
Gi- gi- gimme that work, nuh
D
F#m
'Bout to gimme that work, hey
Verse 9
C#m
F#
F#m
D
Gimme that work
F#
F#m
D
C#m
'Bout to gimme that work, hey
F#
E
D
Gi- gi- gimme that work, nuh
D
Trust
Verse 10
E
D
now, you know I'm up now
She see me with a bag,
E
A
E
she wanna fuck now
D
They see me with a Aud', they
E
D
wanna know how
I can't slow down
A
D
E
Verse 11
D
E
I'm 'bout the fuckin' bags, my nigga
D
The two bits that made it true, my nigga
E
D
Now I'm flyin' private jets
D
E
D
E
D
Where the fuck where you when the judge gave me 13 years,
9 months?
C#m
D
Where the fuck were you?
When my pops was in the court
room in shock
E
D
Where were you when I was down below?
Yo, I got convicted of somethin' I ain't even fuckin' do,
E
D
my nigga
E
D
E
Fuck, man
D
We don't do the long talkin', ayy?
D
We just get straight to the barkin'
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