Kunci: E minor•
Verse 1
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"Good God Almighty,
like back in the old days
Am
You know, years ago they had the
Bm
A&R men to tell you what to play
How to play it and you know whether
But um,
Am
we just went in the studio and we did it
Bm
We had champagne in the studio, of course,
E
you know
Am
Compliments of the company,
and we just laid back and did it
Bm
So we hope you enjoy listening
Am
to this album half as much
As we enjoyed playing it for you,
because we had a ball
Only real music is gonna last
All that other bullshit is here today
and gone tomorrow"
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Em
Verse 2
around me
C
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Em
C.R.E.A.M. get the money,
G
dolla- dolla- dolla bill y'all
Am
Cash rules everything around
C
D
Em
me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money,
D
Em
dolla- dolla- dolla bill y'al
Verse 3
Am
C
Yeah, uh, after hours at Il Mulino
Or Sotto Sotto,
D
just talkin' women and vino
Em
The contract like '91 Dan Marino
Rapino's boosting my ego
it's far from the time to rest now
D
who they think is the best now
got the jokers out of the deck now
I'm holdin' all the cards and niggas
wanna play chess now
C
say it twice so I know you meant it
D
Fuck it, I don't even tint it, they
Em
should know who's in it
E
I'm authentic, real name,
Am
I ain't playin' with you niggas at all
My classmates, they went on to be
D
Or work with their parents
But thinkin' back on how
E
Em
My high school reunion might be
worth an appearance
Make everybody have to go
Am
through security clearance
Tables turn, bridges burn, you live and learn
C
With the ink I could murder,
D
Em
word to my nigga Irv
Yeah, I swear shit just started clickin' dog
G
You know it's real when you
Am
are who you think you are
Verse 4
C
Cash rules everything around me
D
Em
C.R.E.A.M. get the money,
dolla- dolla- dolla bill y'all
Am
Cash rules everything around
C
D
Em
me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money,
D
dolla- dolla- dolla bill y'all
Verse 5
The all- black Maybach but I'm
D
Em
not a racist
Inside's whiter than Katy
Am
Yellow diamonds in my Jeses
I just might learn to speak Mandarin
C
D
Japanese for the yen that I'm handlin'
Em
International Hov', that's my handle
D
Em
My saint's Chango, light a candle
Am
El Gran Santo on the mantle
D
Em
I speak Spanish too, uh
Shout out to World Wide Wes
we leave a worldwide mess
Am
Yes, still Roc La Familia
C
Says a lot about you if you not
D
Em
feeling us
The homie said "Hov', it ain't
many of us"
I told 'em "Less is more,
Am
nigga, is plenty of us"
Verse 6
C
Cash rules everything around me
D
Em
C.R.E.A.M. get the money,
G
dolla- dolla- dolla bill y'all
Verse 7
Am
C
Cake, cake cake, cake cake, cake
D
Em
500 million, I got a pound cake
Niggas is frontin',
Get 'em a red nose,
C
They shoulda never let you 'round cake
Look at my neck,
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Em
I got a carrot cake
Now here's the icing on the cake
D
Em
Cake, cake cake, cake cake
Am
Uh I'm just gettin' started,
I've done made more mil
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Em
lionaires than the lotto did
G
Dame made millions, Bigg made millions
Ye made millions,
C
Lyor made millions, Cam made millions
D
Beans tell you if he wasn't in his feelings
Em
Uh, I'm back in my bag
Am
A pair of Jordan 3's tryna chase this cash
C
D
Gucci air bag just in case we crash
Em
G
Uh, last night was mad trill
Am
I'm fresh out of Advil, Jesus grab the wheel
C
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Interlude 1
Em
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Em
Am
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C#m
A
Yeah, uh,
Verse 8
E
look, fuck all that "Happy to be
B
C#m
here" shit that y'all want me on
A
I'm the big homie, they still be
tryna lil bro me, dog
Like I should fall in line,
G#m
C#m
like I should alert niggas
somethin' crazy
And not say I'm the greatest
of my generation
C#m
B
Like I should be dressing
A
Like I should be less aggressive
and pessimistic
G#m
Like I should be way more nervous
C#m
and less dismissive
Like I should be on my best behavi
B
And do it major like the niggas
C#m
who paved the way for us
A
Like I didn't study the game
to the letter
And understand that I'm not
C#m
Man, I'm doing it better
A
Like I didn't make that clearer this year
Like I should feel, I don't know,
guilty for saying that
more mirrors in here
These are usually just
some thoughts
B
That I would share with my self
But I thought "Fuck it", it's worth
it to share 'em
A
With someone else other than
Paris for once
B
I text her from time to time,
A
I guess sometimes life forces
us to calm down
I told her she could live with
me if she need to
E
C#m
I got a compound but
I think she's straight
A
'Cause she supported since Hot Beats
Right before Wayne came and got me
E
C#m
Out of the back room where I
was rapping with Jas
A
Over beats that I shouldn't
have in the hopes for the glory
E
C#m
He walked right past in the hallway
A
Three months later, I'm his artist
He probably wouldn't
remember that story
G#m
C#m
But that shit stick with me always
Couldn't believe when he called me
A
You never know, it could happen to you
E
C#m
And I just spent four Ferrari's all
on a brand new Bugatti
And did that shit 'cause
C#m
Yeah, I guess that's just who I became,
A
dawg
Outro 1
Nothing was the same, dawg
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