Gee's chords by Big Left

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Intro 1

And I'm

Verse 1
a self
-proclaimed millionaire,
just give me the check
I'm in the pew, the colored vans
with the wood in the deck
Smoked out plane, sunroof in the rain
I'm singing let the man
yell and I bring the
Paying after life once again
Doors open up for business
and the money walked in
Like bills jumping in my pocket
begging me to get in
Begin to separate the fake
Initiate a mind state
and create, incorporate
Either in or you ain't
But I ain't waiting around
for heaven's sake yo
I got money to make,
the only thing to motivate me
Is big stacks of money,
my wife and a baby
And live everyday like it's payday
And now take what I can
and do it again
And never let you motherfuckers
ever break me
I enter this game as an arm, I speak of God
No wind, no snow, no sleep or rain
It's gonna keep us from till
I'm made of champagne
No hate, no fear, no sacrifice
Gonna keep us from dollar
bills and mice
There's no bitch, no punk,
no fake MCs
It's gonna keep my team
from making cheese
Ain't no rights, no wrongs
when it comes to dough
Get, get, get out just like a
Ho, motherfuckers,
yo, check it out, for real
That was my man Mars,
you know what saying?
Underground Professionals,
original
Afterlife crew
I mean doing a real big shit boy big left
We're getting to the end of this thing
and right about now.
I'm going to switch it over
to a little bit serious side
Okay, this is my man
from the underground
professionals alley Knicks.
Okay, and it's featuring tragedy Qaddafi
Yes tragedy Qaddafi,
you know I'm saying