Amsterdam chords by Rick Ross
Verse 1
Em
Maybach shit
Am
Cameras in the ceiling,
Seline on my arm
C
We get ghost,
Em
Am
Em
you already know what it is
Am
Money stuffed in my bag
D
Maybach shit
Verse 2
Em
Bright lights and dark corners,
it's night embark on us
Refugees running wild
C
Wyclef with a Sig Sauer
Am
Nothing to lose,
I was starving from the start
C
Am
Now the same cat drive in Jaguars
Em
Open fire when you see me yell out
and make em whisper
The club that I'm a member,
C
they'll be gone by November
Am
Keys to the city got killers
Em
who slither with me
C
Lamborghini, middle of the ghetto,
D
smoke a fat fifty
Em
Billionaire bid, wrists on chill
Standing in the field of dreams tryna
C
see a hundred mil
Am
These boys going blind they
just happy being free
C
In a world of so many I
Am
just wanted me a key
Em
Sheesh! I just wanted me a piece
Slice of cheesecake before
C
my niggas all decease
Am
These boys snort lines I'm fine
just sipping wine
Amsterdam in the air,
C
D
Em
to morrow on my mind
Verse 3
Em
I'm Barry Gordy to the streets
C
With a kilo, so that boy had been a beast
Am
I wanna be there when
Em
each one of my kids born
Am
C
Am
Raw blood, hundred acres each to live on
Em
E
Real nigga to the day
Em
that I'm de ceased
Am
Even then I pray I'm living
C
through these beats
Am
Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks
C
Burning Amsterdam green
D
where it falls like a leaf
Verse 4
Em
Born in the bricks with the short
end of the stick
Always running late,
C
quick to show up with your bitch
Am
D
The Hublot's cool but my
Terminator's foolish
Am
D
All stainless steel,
C
Em
quick to match it with my toolie
Red carpet event, the marijuana be lit
Red or blue, do you,
C
as long as you're getting rich
Am
Crack game, champagne,
Bm
kilos on the stock exchange
Am
C
Rolls Royce, new Ghost,
D
Am
that's a nigga pocket change
Em
These niggas acting like
they want a war!
When it come to whacking niggas
C
Am
I done won awards
Nigga, you a bitch,
where yo' Honda Accord?
C
D
I'm riding in some shit only I can afford
Em
Shouldn't claim the hood
til you build a report
C
Amsterdam state of mind,
Am
I just gave you a tour
I'm laughing at the people
who label me poor
C
Now I piss on Europeans,
D
Em
you'd think it was porn
Verse 5
Em
I'm Barry Gordy to the streets
C
With a kilo, so that boy had been a beast
Am
I wanna be there when
Bm
each one of my kids born
Am
C
Am
Raw blood, hundred acres each to live on
Em
E
Real nigga to the day
Em
that I'm de ceased
Am
Even then I pray I'm living
C
through these beats
Am
Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks
C
Burning Amsterdam green where
D
Em
it falls like a leaf
Verse 6
Em
C
I'm speaking on unwritten laws
Am
the code of the streets
C
I'm not the type of nig
D
Em
ga that you bump in to
At a 7- 11 and just pull your pistol on him
C
And do what the fuck you want
Am
to do
Niggas like me,
you gotta get permission homie!
C
D
Em
And that could take a long time!
In that time,
C
I'mma handle my muthafuckin business
Am
C
D
Verse 7
Em
It's the red light district,
nigga this Amsterdam
C
Am
Wherever the fuck I'm at
Em
C
It's a no go
We green light you bitch niggas
D
Rozay!
Outro 1
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Amsterdam
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