Key: A minor•
Intro 1
Am
G
Em
F
Am
G
Am
Em
Dm
Am
Verse 1
house,
Bad bitches be in love with the killers
Mad niggas,
mad niggas wanna bust outta niggas
Ay, see that's why
Am
Em
Attitudes matter more,
Dm
Am
had enough of you niggas
F
Am
Look, this is the deal,
swear you real, but fake as hell
I take your gal out on the aisle
to make my mail
Notebook paper,
Em
F
Fuck the needles,
cause I am off the record scale
Am
So
S -T -L -A -K -A, hustle up
AK will spray to your face
if you fuckin' up
Dm
Am
F
I know where your house at
cat -couch
Hook, knock your brains out,
then I'm out, jack, splat
G
Am
It's all money, yeah, I'm bout that
Em
F
Blame me for 30, boy, I doubt that
Am
Em
Am
Doin' it big, I'm bout that
Runnin' my crib, I doubt that
It's about money, yeah,
G
Am
I'm bout that
Em
Dm
Am
Money for dummy, I doubt that
Doin' it big, I'm bout that
Runnin' my crib, I doubt that
G
Am
Gangsta shit, all of my niggas live that
Em
F
Gangsta shit, all of my niggas did that
broke tools, killin' tracks
Enemies, where you at,
owe me money, give me that
None fiction, all facts,
G
Am
we ain't bust a small gap
Dm
Am
Big time niggas with money,
none of them small stack
And fell off, but through it all,
we done crawled back
So green, white girl,
X bills, all that
Em
F
Can lock my birdie places,
never gonna change that
taught em how to aim at
Lame cats, the same cats,
leadin' all you gang cats
Niggas bleedin' from the brain,
Am
Em
Am
It's a shame, man,
Dm
Am
F
niggas snitchin' where they ain't at
you bout that, bout that
You ain't miss a bit,
I doubt that, doubt that
Em
F
Blame it for dummy, boy,
I doubt that, I doubt that
I'm bout that
Runnin' my crib, I doubt that, I doubt that
Em
Am
Dm
Am
F
Plenty for gummi, I doubt that
Runnin' my crib, I doubt that
G
Am
Not to brag, but the loot rank number one
Em
F
For murderin', murderin', servin'
and dumber
Startin' shit this summer,
make moms wonder
Better yet,
miss somethin' when my guys come
G
Dm
I bet they won't miss nothin'
Am
Dm
Am
Contract killers, so I bet they gon'
F
Am
Hit somethin' with somethin' we
ain't never seen before
Gettin' somethin' while the cleanest
ain't cleanin' your clothes
Look nice in this life,
Em
F
Shit get retarded if we
argue the enemy
crime, no sympathy
I love this life, this the time of the century
Em
Am
Made to be hated,
Dm
Am
know that it isn't me
And that butt of my brother,
I'm bout that, bout that
In trouble, motherfucker,
I doubt that, doubt that
G
Am
It's all money, yeah, I'm bout that
Em
F
Plenty for 30, boy, I doubt that
Runnin' my crib, I doubt that
It's all money,
G
Am
yeah, I'm bout that
Em
Dm
Am
F
Plenty for 30, boy, I doubt that
Runnin' my crib,
G
Am
F
Am
I doubt that
You
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