Key: F minor
Verse 1
Em
Am
What it is man? Sup,
D
Am
Yung Joc, Block Entertainment
Em
Am
Yeah, you wan' know somethin'?
Whatchu wanna know nigga?
D
Am
I'm tired of playin' games,
A
D
Em
I'm tired of playin' witchu man
Verse 2
Preach on, y'all niggaz comin' up
D
Am
short on your money
Am
Your grams off nigga, get that shit right
Tell 'em shawty, let me talk to y'all
Verse 3
believe so why
the fuck is you playin'
C
D
Am
'Cause really all it takes is a couple grand
Verse 4
Like AT&T, I reach out and I touch a man
C
F
Or I can let it go 'cause it
Em
Am
ain't nuttin' man
But naw it's the principle
Verse 5
D
Am
See I can't help it, that's
just how we get down
Verse 6
Am
F
Am
Yeah, I know, you think I'm bluffin'
'Til I kick the do' and
the goons they rush in
D
Am
Lay down on the flo' where
you keep the coke in
Em
Am
You say, "I don't know" then
your blood start gushin'
Verse 7
D
Am
Don't play wit it, don't play wit it
D
Am
Don't play wit it, nigga, don't play wit it
Verse 8
Fuckin' with my paper,
D
Am
Don't play wit it, don't play wit it
Don't play wit it, nigga, don't play wit it
Verse 9
Em
Am
Here he come once again' M
r. Murder Man
Smokin' on the purple bad,
Fuckin' with my rubber bands,
F#m
Am
Chop you up and chop ya, then
Verse 10
stuff ya in a duffel bag
D
Am
I know a pussy nigga owe
me a couple stack
Pop him like he never had,
Verse 11
but the nigga holdin' back
Em
F
I ain't trippin' now I'm lettin' 'em pass,
D
Am
got that ass
So I'm in the good,
Flashin' hella stacks,
Am
D
pie nigga Pontiac
Verse 12
money, what kinda shit is that?
D
Am
See it time for the chrome,
the sucker in the parking lot
Verse 13
Fuckin' with my paper,
D
Am
Don't play wit it, don't play wit it
D
Am
Don't play wit it, nigga, don't play wit it
Verse 14
Fuckin' with my paper,
D
Am
Don't play wit it, don't play wit it
Em
Am
Don't play wit it, nigga,
don't play wit it
Verse 15
fuckin' with my dividends
C
Am
Yeah, I got a hitman for the hitmen
Em
Am
suggest you start prayin'
Verse 16
Em
don't try to play me like I'm soft
Verse 17
F
Am
Fuckin' with my paper, ye ain't right
D
Am
I'ma send them gators,
C
Am
in the middle of the night
D
Am
Let 'em split your tater, in front your wife
No one can save ya,
put out your lights
Verse 18
F
Em
ye ain't right
in the middle of the night
D
Am
Let 'em split your tater, in front your wife
No one can save ya, put out your lights
Verse 19
Fuckin' with my paper,
D
Am
Don't play wit it, don't play wit it
Am
Don't play wit it, nigga, don't play wit it
Verse 20
D
Am
told your ass twice
fuckin' wit'cha life
Don't play wit it, don't play wit it
Verse 21
Joc in the building,
ya heard me?
D
Am
Am
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