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

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