Kunci: D minor
Verse 1
Am
F
E
Yes,
Am
F
E
what it look like Alc'?
Am
F
I'm tryin' to show the niggas man
E
It's that Street Fam man,
Street fi- di- di- di- damn
Verse 2
Em
E
Am
we dalmatian doggy deep (Yes)
Dm
E
And fly with the tongue, so if you feeling froggy,
Dm
Kermit, you better think
Am
F
Don't get murdered over your
E
song before you ad- lib it
Am
Dm
I pop up like Xzibit, but given
Am
Dm
Not to put no fucking fish
tanks in your Civic
Am
Dm
Fuck getting your ride pimped, you'll get hog- tied,
E
wimp
Am
F
E
Have you in the trunk curled
Dm
It's been a good year,
Em
Am
maybe I should ride blimp
Dm
'Cause your boy just stay
Am
Dm
Em
They tryna tag him, spray a brother frame
E
Am
F
E
But your shots can't reach me,
Am
I'm way above your aim
Verse 3
F
Am
Take this family for a joke,
Dm
E
play them Wayan brother games
Am
F
And I'ma Git You Sucka, I be
E
schemin' with this Keenan
Dm
Aimin' with this Damon,
E
I'm putting that Major Payne in
Am
Dm
My Little Man is on ya,
Em
E
Marlon and Shawn ya
Am
Dm
Lay the beef on his noodle,
Em
Am
make some Luger lasagna
Dm
Forty Cal fettuccine, trey
Em
E
pound pas ta
Am
F
E
You reach for this medallion,
Am
E
Am
you must like Italian, nigga
Dm
You only see me pushing if the
Em
E
Am
driver's tired (Yes!)
Dm
I work the S6 ever since
Em
E
Am
the 5 retired
E
they say it's Ocean Drive- inspired
Dm
So you can call a cab once
Em
Am
your bitch fall for Fab
Verse 4
Am
Dm
a mo' fucker
F
Am
Shades darker than a bitch but I can see
Dm
Am
I got everything, you got nothing
Dm
F
E
F
But you ain't
Dm
Ohh, I'm gettin' money
Am
Dm
like a mo'fucker
Am
Yeah, money you ain't never see
Dm
Am
F
Yeah, I got everything, you got nothing
E
Am
But you ain't got nothing on me
Verse 5
Am
With that pistol on my side,
Dm
Em
boy, don't be dumb
Am
Dm
Or, I let that semi twirl you,
F
now you can follow the drip
Am
F
E
Am
'Cause one shot outta the
E
Am
clip'll jheri curl ya (Ooh)
Dm
Leave you sloppy like seconds,
Dm
Am
Or get opened up like presents, please
Dm
My young boys wildin' for respect
F
Am
F
E
Slit your throat, have you smiling with your neck,
Dm
My dough's a bit longer,
Em
E
Am
my flow is just slaughter (Yep!)
Dm
My wrist look like frozen
Am
Dm
So tell me boys, tell me boys,
F
who you think you messin' with?
Am
E
Am
that's some expensive shit (Ill!)
Dm
Haven't you all heard? (What?) Y'all
Dm
I stick toothpicks (Where?) in y'all
Em
Am
F
hors d' oeuvres
Verse 6
(What else?) Octopus
Am
(What else?) Oysters
Dm
Chump! I got my eye on your
Dm
I have her lick me up (Up!) and then
Dm
She told me you's a nag,
Am
E
Am
I'm a stud (Damn!)
Dm
She told me you be beastin', you
Em
E
Am
be checkin' for the burns
Dm
So I gave her knee pads for
F
Am
the rug (Haha!)
Dm
It's Skull Gang from the
Em
chain to the lifestyle
E
Am
F
E
You surfboard dudes get wiped out,
Am
totally
Dm
Uhh,
Verse 7
I'm getting money like
Am
Dm
a mo'fucker
Am
Shades darker than a bitch but I can see
Dm
Em
Am
F
I got everything, you got nothing
E
Em
But you ain't got nothing
Am
Dm
on me
Ohh, I'm gettin' money like
Am
Dm
a mo'fucker
Am
Yeah, money you ain't never see
Dm
Em
Yeah, I got everything,
Dm
Am
F
you got nothing
Em
Am
But you ain't got nothing on me
Verse 8
four- get you
Am
Like the number after one,
Dm
now you gotta have a baby
F
Em
My money don't folds nor bends,
Am
Mercedes
Am
Dm
And I got a .44 and a 'K, like eight stacks
Em
Am
Fuck your city and your town,
Am
F
Take that! No, better yet,
E
Em
E
Am
like Diddy "Take that"
Dm
Wait rats, I hate rats,
Em
Am
I clean 'em out like Ajax
Verse 9
fax machine,
Em
Am
asaneen
Dm
Damn I mean asinine, I'm dapper don,
Am
F
Em
There will be nine, damn I mean,
there will be none
Am
Em
Am
I will be one, of the greatest
Dm
things you've ever felt
Em
Am
You've ever seen, or heard,
Dm
Car- ter, Har- vard, y'all scared
Am
Dm
Em
Not me, not I, call me Young Popeye
Am
F
Tell Bluto I'm a nuno,
Em
E
Am
I bring RAL to your fu neral
Dm
Damn I mean funeral, funerol, you say tomato,
Dm
You say get 'em, I say got 'em,
yeah I got 'em
Am
Dm
Man, you better keep payin' me
'cause you don't want my problems
Am
F
Em
I be wildin' like Capital One,
E
Am
what is in your wallet?
Dm
You fly, but what is it to pilot?
Am
Dm
Weezy, I'm at the top,
foot up in your bottom
Am
Dm
Em
F
Huh, damn I mean, foot up in your ass
Am
F
Em
I kick that shit now gon' put
Am
Em
it in the trash (Deezle!)
Verse 10
Uhh, I'm gettin' money
like a mo'fucker
Dm
Shades darker than a bitch but I can see
Am
I got everything, you got nothing
F
Dm
But you ain't got nothing on me
Am
Yeah, I'm gettin' money like
a mo'fucker
Yeah, money you'll never see
Yeah, uh, uh
Verse 11
And you ain't got nothing on me
Yeah, I'm gettin' money
like a mo'fucker
Shades darker than a bitch but I can see
I got everything, you got nothing
But you ain't got nothing on me
Yeah, I'm gettin' money
like a mo'fucker
Yeah, big money nigga
Big money nigga, big money nigga
Yeah, and you ain't got nothin' on me
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