Fat Gold Chain chords by Sido

  • G#m

    4
  • Bm

    2
  • Dm

  • D

  • Abm

    4
  • A

  • A#

  • Bb

Verse 1
G#m
Bm
Dm
G#m
Bm
Dm
G#m
Worked
his bond,
worked his bond
Bm
Dm
Now introducing the
G#m
sounds from the ghetto
He double in too short,
what the fuck you thought?
Bm
Dm
I come with the ruckus,
G#m
it's my thing when I swing
I'm born to Mack,
always rap with the Black Gap
Bm
Who I be, I swear, boy,
Dm
G#m
you wanna get touched?
Roll up and cut the slug to the chest, so duck
Bm
Dm
I talk the talk, walk the walk,
G#m
now nigga 500S driving
with a hand on trigger
Bm
Dm
Crazy loot I stack,
G#m
check my track record
Everything I touch is gold since 18 years old
Bm
Dm
So what that mean?
G#m
I roll with the blunt and pump the endo
Smoke in it, I trip in a minute
Bm
Dm
Crazy hoes be docking me
G#m
cause I be rocking B
Sewing up like Monopoly,
nobody stopping me
Bm
Dm
Dig it, funk defined like Brat,
G#m
how's that?
I stick a move on track
so I smoke a 20 sacks
Bm
Dm
Who said the E can't rock,
G#m
that's bullshit
Suck my dick and get a big fat
lick of my balls
Dm
G#m
You wanna brawl? Pumped? I thought not
You might get beat down
and stomped like self -squat
Bm
Dm
Your girl like he sweat,
G#m
I wanna fuck her
Suck her already stuck her
Bm
I got rhymes to make
Dm
G#m
your whole head swell up
Here's an ice pack,
homeboy shut the hell up
Bm
Dm
I rock the mic but too short,
G#m
ya niggas know what's
happening
Everything he touch goes platinum
Bm
Dm
G#m
I made a half a million in a week
and every nigga on the street
got a tape playin' me
Bm
You can't believe it,
D
Dm
Erick Sermon Roller was short
G#m
Rode from California all the way to New York
Dm
in big Benz's G hooked it up,
Abm
now we tryna squash all that East West stuff
Bm
We spent years in the studio
Dm
makin' funky tracks
Abm
Signed a bunch of niggas
with some tight ass raps
It's like Father Dime,
Bm
Dm
it's like Keith Mur ray
Abm
Make a millionaires but
it ain't no hurry
Bm
Dm
Cause we all in it for the long run
Abm
I won't leave the studio
until the song's done
Bm
And ain't nothing really hard
Dm
about get ting my cash
Abm
A big fat house with a million stash
Bm
You other niggas got this rap
Dm
Abm
game distorted
Giving dads to the label,
straight getting shorted
Bm
Dm
Claim you getting paid, but I can't tell
Abm
You keep rapping in my ear
and got me mad as hell
Bm
Dm
You talk a good game,
Abm
but I don't believe in you
You smoke a lot of blunts,
but I got more weed than you
Bm
Dm
I guess I'll see you on the charts
Abm
in the meanwhile
Another face in the crowd
bustin' freestyles
Bm
Dm
Wishin' you could be in the light
G#m
Promoters paid me 10 G's
Bm
just to breathe on the mic Bitch
Dm
G#m
Shout out, puttin' it down
Bm
with the E -double
D
G#m
Uh, you remind me of my fat girl chain
Bm
D
Some of y 'all are just more change
Dm
G#m
Three of us with true, true game
A
Bm
Uh, stick this y 'all,
D
Dm
my music is dangerous
G#m
Atomic Dawg,
comin' through the smoke
with Short Dawg
Bm
D
Dm
Ah, quick with the trick, Jack be nimble
Abm
I shoot like G -Mob,
those lookin' through my window
Bm
D
Chick, chick, pow,
Dm
G#m
how you like me now?
The man in the mirror,
it don't get no clearer
Bm
D
Short Dawg and E -Double and Bree,
we roll thick
G#m
Like girls in CAU with
the good power, you
A#
Bm
D
Dm
Ow, money is the key to fame
G#m
So I can live it up with
the girls on Soul Train
Bb
Bm
The impact,
A
D
major league though like Dave Justice
G#m
Yo Reed, Short Dog,
Bb
show them how we bust this
Bm
D
Dm
Like some true pioneers,
don't forget it
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