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