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