Fly Gangstas chords by Big Rich
Verse 1
Em
M -m -money all the way
C
Yeah
Am
C
That's what it's all about
D
Em
It's still money, baby
This what I love, my niggas, we love to eat
C
Still on top, cut me right in the street
Am
And we the monsters,
You hit this one right off
the head of the nail, baby
C
D
We can't nobody do it my way
Em
We some black gangsta
D
C
We some fly gangsta,
Am
We some fly gangsta,
C
We some fly gangsta,
G
D
Em
D
Am
We fly gangsta, some fly gangsta,
C
Am
We some gangsta, some fly gangsta,
C
G
We some fly gangsta, fly gangsta,
D
We some We
Em
We some fly gangsta,
We some fly gangsta, We
C
We some
We some fly some fly gangsta,
Em
gangsta, fly gangsta,
Am
We some some fly gangsta,
We some fly gangsta,
C
My brother, my father,
Am
Em
my uncles got paid in it
Am
It was my choice if I stayed in it
C
The life is like two strikes
Em
and a knife in it
Am
We're two outs,
Em
Am
but my team the ones winning
C
We the ones pitching,
Am
Em
and we ain't missing
D
26 inch rims, the Pirelli spinning
C
Am
The money piling, the hood smiling
We bringing back the feeling
C
Like the Harlem Renaissance,
D
Em
man, we about to be amongst millions
D
I got chills in my bones like
C
When Jeff Ford discovered the black stones
Am
C
A young Richard Porter, but a little more smaller Lucas in his prime,
D
Am
the best of my time
Em
But nigga, we gotta eat
Still on time,
C
come and grindin' in the street
Am
And we the monsters that
the world wanna be
C
D
But can't nobody do it like we
Em
We some fly gangstas
D
Am
C
We some fly gangstas
Am
We some fly gangstas
C
We some fly gangstas
G
D
Em
We some fly gangsta,
D
C
we some fly gangsta
Am
C
We some fly gangsta, we some fly gangsta
D
You dig, you dig, you dig
Em
Yeah, this the anthem,
I can see the video
C
Rollin' through the city,
backseat of the Fanta
Em
Am
Rolls Royce rented,
Em
smoke gray tinted
C
Em
Men like four video, how's up in it?
The best that ever did it,
the game is mine
Am
C
They can take away the money
but can't take our shine
Am
We ain't leavin' for a while,
Em
we gon' take our time
Am
C
Loosen up my tie,
Am
Em
relax my mind
Reflect on my past, reenact my grind
D
C
Forty -five on the waistline,
sittin' in the Lazy Boy
Am
Around the Reagan era,
yes, I'm an 80's boy
C
D
Fresh to death till I take my last breath
Em
One more run before I take
D
my last step
C
That'll be the one to take
me on that long stretch
Em
Am
Yeah, I guess,
but I insist I'm the best
C
A lot of real niggas died,
D
I'm one of the few that's left
Em
Well, look, my nigga, we gotta eat
C
Spend a lot of time coming,
grinding in the street
Am
And we the monsters that
the world wanna be
C
D
But can't nobody do it like we
Em
We some fly gangstas
D
C
We it, we some fly gangstas
Am
We it, we some fly gangstas
C
We it, we some fly gangstas
G
D
Em
Oh, we some fly gangstas
D
C
We it, we some fly gangstas
Am
We it, we some fly gangstas
C
We some fly gangsta,
G
D
you dig, you dig, you dig
Em
Am
They try to take away my pastime
Em
Am
But see, I'ma boil out to my last dime
C
Em
The fruits of my labor
Oh, what a feeling to laugh at my haters
Am
Em
Oh, what a feeling,
we made it, we in the majors
Made it out the hood,
Am
Em
but the hood is what made us
Am
C
Em
The gangsters, the players, the hustlers,
the bosses, the greatest
Am
Em
We here till we laid in the closet
But look, my nigga, we gotta eat
C
It's been a long time comin'
grindin' in the streets
Am
And we the monsters that
the world wanna be
C
D
But can't nobody do it like we
Em
We some fly gangstas
D
C
We some fly gangstas
Am
We some fly gangstas
C
We some fly gangstas
G
D
Em
We some fly gangstas
C
We some fly gangstas
Am
We some fly gangstas
C
We some black gangsta
D
Em
Am
C
Am
Em
Am
Em
Am
You dig, you dig, you dig
D
Em
Am
C
Am
Em
Am
Em
Am
Em
D
Oh
Fly Gangstas
Big Rich
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