Kunci: D minor
Verse 1
Or should I say WC4?
Am
F
I'm back. Let's get it poppin'.
Am
I don't care if he new or old.
The flow leave him laying
with convulsions.
Monkey on his back.
G
What I'm weighing up is poke.
Am
F
Am
So lately they've been open.
F
Creaties that I'm toking.
Am
F
I make them float
Am
F
Am
like a life -saving ocean.
Up the block, around the corner.
Bm
Am
Praying they ain't smoking.
Saying my name's Mane.
These players must be jokin',
Put that cake up, you'll be dozin'
Dm
Man, I don't give a fuck
Am
if he claimin' to be holdin'
Dm
Am
Flamin', the skate open some
Bm
Gators, it's the slogan
Am
I know a couple cats that'll
Bm
spray it till it's broken
G
F
80 when I load it, 80 in your colon
Am
I'll leave you little rugrats
Bm
they don't play with my emotions
Am
Every chain I get is frozen
like they made it out in Poland
Am
F
you're layin' the late
Dm
So nigga, play C -Murda
and just stay in your place
Am
You the fakest of fakes,
I'm as great as it takes
Bm
Am
To shake off the race
and bapes every flavor they make
Am
F
while you layin' to the brakes
Am
F
Watch the kids swag mates
Am
F
with the craziest shapes
Am
Hey, slick to my dunks,
Am
My brisery drunk, that's pissy,
you chump
C
Am
F
Strong enough, pick hand
Am
F
and go pick who I want
Dm
You would swear I flinched at him,
how I get him to jump
Am
I'm a hustler, hustler,
Bm
who's never off the grind
Am
Know forever I'm rewind,
G
paint the settings in my shine
Am
F
I'm getting, getting, money,
Am
F
money, getting, getting
Am
F
Am
Money, money, getting, getting, money,
Am
Money, dummy, you's a customer
Bm
that's slow his own birth
Am
With that overthrown dirt,
Bm
let's go toe -to -toe, jerk
Am
F
Am
You ain't getting, getting, money,
Am
Dm
Money, money, getting, getting,
getting, getting, getting
Am
Come jam with the pros,
Bm
I'm the man on the road
Am
Shoes look like I done ran down the soles
Am
F
2 inch above 20
Am
F
A buck 40,
Am
F
feels like I'm givin' out pennies
Bm
start gettin' out semis
Am
And have your family on a curve,
Am
F
The kids about binges,
Am
Dm
but what could you tell a beast?
Am
Picture me broke, I'm up like I fell asleep
Holla at me, I go give you some help
Bm
Am
Cause you swear you so hot,
but you still on the shelf
F
Am
F
Nigga, who else is hot as the boy?
Am
F
Off the playhouse crib
Am
F
full of Barbies and toys
When you lookin' for beef,
Bm
Am
I got some niggas fresh home
That'll cook you for cheap
Am
F
We get cheddar, you won't never see
Dm
You double up, I triple stack
And I ain't talkin' ecstasy
Am
I'm a hustler, hustler
Bm
Who's never off the grind
I paint the settings and my shine's on
F
Am
Gettin' gettin' money money
F
Am
Gettin' gettin' money money
F
Am
Gettin' gettin' money money
F
Gettin' gettin' money DUMMY
Am
With that overgrown dirt
Bm
Am
Let's go toe -to -toe, You ain't
F
Am
Gettin' gettin' money money
F
Gettin' gettin' money money
Dm
Gettin' gettin' gettin' gettin'
Gettin' gettin' money
Am
DUMMY
Hide the fuck up
F
Countin' stacks of murder
Am
F
Laughin' at you funny
Y 'all can't fuck with us
F
Am
Not me
Please, man
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