Foreign Exchange chords by S.A.S.
Verse 1
Em
Am
Yo,
Bm
C
D
Bm
Em
it's Six Blocks,
G
a nigga in my rearview
Am
Bm
Gun on my lap like, homie, I dare you
Em
G
He pulled up, I say, yo, you prepared to
Am
Be Michael Jordan,
Bm
cause I'm about to air you
G
Em
Shot him in the air, boo, sorry,
G
I can't hear you
Am
Shot him in the back of his head,
Bm
a new hairdo
C
What's the matter, mami,
D
oh, did I scare you?
Bm
Skip that, check this,
everything I wear is new
Em
That's wrist to the wrist, yes,
G
Am
sir, fitted to kicks
All of my shit is legit,
Bm
cause I get the grit from the bricks
Em
In the wrist with some chicks,
G
they bein' friends with the clique
Am
One slim, the other one 400,
Bm
Benjamin's thick
Em
I surrendered the brick,
Bm
Em
G
Am
mami inventin' some shit
Bm
Baked man, nah, don't mention it, bitch
C
It come to cash,
D
I hold the shit with a gremlins grip
Bm
They feelin' you puff, nah, they been a
Em
We the first British crew to rep,
have your minimal respect
G
Am
I had to stretch for every
Bm
decimal I get
Em
G
Still hustlin', schemin' for a check
Am
I got that white dough with white dough,
streamin' on the jet
C
Em
I'm not with the fakin', please,
Am
locksmiths exchangin' keys
Oil and flour,
Bm
they call my blocks the bakery
C
Zoom through the cameras,
D
Bm
we're Ambassadors
Our goods are cartoons,
you have character
Em
They fly preferably,
G
Am
but these guys is worse than thieves
Bm
Birthed by me, swaggerjacking certainly
Em
We posted in Poland, Russia
Am
Swerving V's, fuzz with Les Goonies
Bm
They heard of me in Ger many
Em
In the US, veterans are birds
Am
From their chicks get interest,
Bm
Federal Reserve
C
The girls get a rush, when I make songs
D
Bm
I get my space on
I'm James Bond,
the world's not enough Runway!
Em
Yo, we got them bars locked
like it's prohibition
Am
They just show up clickin',
Bm
no admission
Em
And you claimin' that
you're global,
Am
you got no proof
I'm wavin' in Sicily on
Bm
dancefloors with no proof
Em
On my way to the city to
Am
lick some blunt hotties
I step through with a nephew,
Bm
C
a chonk button
And you ain't sold no Yale
D
Bm
See, I'm pippin' while we listenin'
Em
to Loso's wave
G
I'm work, I'm on my job
Am
See the proof is in the pudding
Bm
Check the flight log
Em
Tame a hazard that them
faggots wanna try
G
Am
Rob me, please, that's music to my ears
No iPod
Em
Go on like he cold
Am
I ain't a coward neither
Bm
He a nasty piece of work, a foul creature
C
Sissy scheming, have him leaning
D
Like the Tower of Pisa
Bm
He was here, now he gone
Alopecia
Em
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Am
Bm
Em
G
Am
Bm
Em
G
Am
You
Bm
C
D
Bm
Foreign Exchange
S.A.S.
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