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