123 Goodie chords by Goodie Mob

SimplifiedAm · C · G · Cm

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Verse 1
Am 
C 
Am 
Uhh
C 
Am 
C 
Am 
C 
Am 
chyea
Dipset, swisha house
G 
Am 
My man paul wall,
Cm 
Am 
jr writers definitely in the building yall
Lets bounce, bounce

Verse 2
Am 
G 
Im from the party to the lobby to
Am 
the lobby with the pump
Listen papi u aint gotti get the
Cm 
Am 
shotty if u stunt
Masserati in the front,
i aint shoot a nigga
C 
Am 
But off one button i could put
the body in the trunk
Theres a body in the trunk,
C 
Am 
big body with the fronts
Stitches to the face,
dont even (polly) on the blunt
Cm 
C 
I hit mami if i want,
Am 
cuz she aint seen a 6- 4
So she just loves the
C 
impally when they jump
Am 
Ima heave em to the con,
fill his heater if u want
U'll be able to see,
G 
Am 
wat chu be eatin for a month
Cm 
I (will steamers) to get launched,
Am 
of me n paul wall
Drag u up and down florida
and leave u in the swamp
Im a hustla homie, with some bigger funds,
some bigger guns
G 
I pull em out, shit kids'll run,
Am 
get rid of somethin
They kid is done, thats just for fun
Cm 
In a mayback, to the bay shack,
better lay back
Am 
'Fore i spray that,

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Verse 3

that 6 figure nigga want

Stackin paper, we breakin bread

We gettin money, til the day we dead

Its the swisha house and the dipset

This is history in the making,

baby thats a bet

Verse 4
Am 
Live from the swisha house,
C 
straight up outta that 3rd coast
Am 
Pop seal, hold a 4, sip a drank,
lets take a toast
Im on my grind and on my note,
C 
Im breakin bread and chasing hoes
Am 
Evading laws n tippin 4s,
This is the playa life that i chose
C 
Stack cheese, count cash,
Am 
C 
Am 
bad bitch, big ass
C 
Paul wall and jr writer,
G 
Am 
gettin for that puff puff pass
C 
Drip the candy, pop the trunk,
Am 
drop some greens and ride that choppers
C 
Am 
C 
Am 
Bang and screw in a parkin lot, with
(michael watch) catchin all the boppers
On top of my game my eyes are peeled
G 
Am 
Im on the block im
Cm 
Am 
posted up
On south (leave) with cabbage head
We watchin the laws in a poster truck
G 
Am 
Cm 
Am 
Got drank then pour it up,
C 
got dank then blow it up
Am 
Got plicks i got the pump,
wat it do, thats wats up
C 
Am 
I keep a bodyguard by my waste,
.40 cal thats my pal
Fuck a girlfriend,
C 
pack a compact plastic glock, thats my gal
G 
Am 
Swisha house we slow it down,
C 
in h town we hold it down
Am 
With 2 commas in my bank account,
C 
u best believe this shit go down
Am 
U lookin

Verse 5
C 
Am 
at the get it getters,
C 
bigger figures hitters niggas
Am 
Im just a pimp gave the fox
(make u city slickers)
C 
Am 
We some city slickers,
C 
sticky hitters, stick ya sister
Am 
Fly to harlem,
come to ball with some fifty- fifers
C 
Ballin is a habit baby,
Am 
big body with big wheels
Pocket of them ben franklins and
pale full of big bills
My paper game is top notch,
G 
Am 
Cm 
my hustle game is top notch
Am 
My ice game is top notch,
Cm 
check ya mouth check ya watch
Yao
Am 
G 
Am 
You rockin with the livest,
hoe. im vamanos, stay addios
Cm 
Am 
Flip pie, trick n   fly,
this the guy from stop n go
Whip and (trough) stay ridin
low, i aint a liar liar
Am 
Swear im on  fire at the dealer,
hot drop n roll
We keep it pimpin pimpin,
we stackin paper baby
Am 
Ridin shotgun with a shotgun,
Am 
in a cls mercedes
Am 
Jr writer and paul wall,
swang the fear, pour (a litre)
Good hustlas, gettin money,
Am 
we certified young block (breeders)