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Intro 1
B
Bdim
F
E
C
Em
F
Verse 1
C
I'll be trap
F
Em
E
Em
E
pin' way before I work a 8 to a 4
Em
Glad I got myself together,
'cause I hated being broke
C
Dior duffel,
B
got a hunnid K in an envelope
F
Sent her on a vacation,
B
Em
and she came back with dope
Dm
Bdim
Whether it's strippers or some opps, we
Dm
Em
gotta bring out the pole
Started a argument in the club
Dm
Em
Dm
Em
and we left with his soul
Bm
Bdim
Lately, making fifty racks don't feel
Dm
the same to me no more
Bdim
G
Dm
I'm done helping everybody,
ain't got no sympathy no more
Em
If you ain't
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Verse 2
E
putting on the drink,
then you ain't sippin' lean no more
Time after time,
Em
E
the system took the ones that meant to me the most
Bm
Life was a horror movie,
E
C
I feel like I'm meant to be in Ghost
I see some designer clothes,
feel like I'm meant to be in those
F
Em
F
Since I got some change,
E
I think about bringing them things on the boat
Since my first ring,
C
E
Em
I kept on buying them row after row
C
B
It don't take no effort for me to smoke
F
a whole bag of dope
It don't take no effort for me to
fuck a hoe after a show
Em
Feds ask me questions,
E
I won't tell them what they wanna know
Em
Everyday, I do what I want and I
go everywhere I wanna go
Bm
Bdim
Now my jeans are Saint Laurent,
Dm
Balenciaga on my coat
F
C
Dm
Money Mitches paid in full,
G
Dm
I ain't never pay a note
C
I'll be trappin'
Verse 3
F
way before
Em
E
I work a 8 to a 4
Em
Glad I got myself together,
C
Em
'cause I hated being broke
C
Dior duffel,
B
F
got a hunnid K in an envelope
Bdim
F
Dm
Sent her on a vaca tion,
F
Em
F
Em
and she came back with dope
Bdim
Whether it's strippers or some opps, we
Dm
Em
gotta bring out the pole
Started a argument in the club
Dm
Em
and we left with his soul
Bm
Lately, making fifty racks don't
Bdim
Dm
feel the same to me no more
F
Dm
I'm done helping everybody,
ain't got no sympathy no more
Verse 4
Em
E
Got some killas waiting for me,
down to tell them "it's a go"
I got ruts inside my blunt,
Em
but it's the enemies I smoke
E
Em
B
I'm a frequent shopper,
E
Em
F
they know all my size at every store
C
F
C
They be following me around,
soon as I walk in the door
Em
Far from broke, in two years,
F
E
I made seven mil' on the low
C
F
Ain't no problem,
C
Em
ain't no pat down when they let me in the door
Bm
C
G
Just 'cause I slap your hand don't
C
G
mean I consider you my bro
F
Dm
Lately I've been getting bread,
F
I fill my oven up with dough
E
Off the X, I don't wanna eat,
don't worry about calories no more
Get bags everyday,
Em
I don't wanna get no salary no more
E
Bdim
All the cool guys in my high school,
E
F
I done probably sold them dope
Em
Used to want his girl,
C
if she pull up I end up in her throat
Verse 5
C
I'll be trappin' way
Dm
E
before I work a 8 to a 4
C
Em
Glad I got myself together,
'cause I hated being broke
C
Dior duffel,
B
F
got a hunnid K in an envelope
Bdim
F
Sent her on a vacation,
and she came back with dope
Bdim
Whether it's strippers or some
Dm
E
opps, we gotta bring out the pole
Em
Started a argument in the club
Dm
Em
and we left with his soul
Bm
Bdim
Lately, making fifty racks don't feel
Dm
the same to me no more
F
Dm
I'm done helping everybody,
Outro 1
ain't got no sympathy no more
Em
E
Em
E
F
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