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Gotta Be chords by Moneybagg yo

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  • Em

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Verse 1
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DJ Lil Lattie, DJ Lil Lattie, DJ Lil Lattie,
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homie D -Mack, I mean, D -Mack, I mean, D -Mack
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Hey, I play my time with dope money
I fuck your bitch off the dope money
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Walk in the bank with a rubber band
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They like, you gotta be dope money
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Gotta be, gotta be,
you gotta be solid to hang with me
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You gotta be strict to relate to me
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She gotta be banned to fuck with me
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I pray my time with dope money,
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I fuck your bitch off the dope money
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Walked in the bank,
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broke the rubber band,
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they like, you gotta be dope money
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Gotta be, gotta be,
we gotta be solid to hang with me
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You gotta be strict to relate to me,
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she gotta be bad to fuck with me
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I'm on Young Prodigy,
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they watch it, they cuff it, they follow me
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Stay on the side while I dig,
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that ain't your life, boy, get out the street
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I went and racked up on plenty shit,
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just to let you know I'm
far from cheap
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If you ain't get money,
you outta be,
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pants rattling, ooh, I keep the heat
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Money comin' with my
hand itchin'
You ain't nothin' like
me, my swag different
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Dope money got my ass in
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Now I pull up to the back end
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I fuck your bitch cause she
caught me shinin'
Audemars, yeah, this perfect time
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In the Buddha club,
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I just changed the climate
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This dope money got me really shinin',
yeah
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I still serve even when
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I'm downin'
I might overdose, Frank and Lime
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Got the sack in like Atlanta
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Come get you some bowls,
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I ain't rappin'
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Straight drop,
got the water risin'
Count money, got my hands tied
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Re -up and do this shit all again
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You can't get it gone, I can
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I pay my tide with dope money
I fuck your bids off the dope money
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Walked in the bank,
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fucked a rubber band
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They like, you gotta be dope money
Em
Gotta be, gotta be
You gotta be solid to hang with me
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You gotta be strict to relate to me
Em
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She got ta be bad to fuck me
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Em
I pay my tide with dope money
I fuck your bids off the dope money
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Em
Walked in the bank, a rubber band
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Em
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They like, you gotta be dope money
Em
Gotta be, gotta be
You gotta be solid to hang with me
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Em
You gotta be strict to relate to me
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She got ta be bad to fuck me
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All this money couldn't change a jiff,
same nigga from the block with me
I pulled a photo and I fell asleep,
wake up and piss this shit out of me
He gotta be snitchin' the fed,
pick up up,
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have this nigga get back on the street
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No dealings,
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I can't fuck with you,
you gon' fold like a wallet do, ayy
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Fresh out the trap, 50 bands,
I'm a 5 '10", 20's the sloppy way
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I just had 10 bells in my possession,
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I got this shit out of here one day
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I'm takin' flights off dope money,
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I'm rockin' ice off dope money
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I'm by my chief like a damn fire,
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eyes low, I smoke a whole onion
With the dope money, send a hint, man
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This cheese on your head like a Pac -Man
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In the trap, you can make a hunnid K
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With the dope, I beat it like Alamein
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Got them blocks comin'
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in from Santa Fe
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They should be here any day now
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Birds chirpin' like the nigga
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A -Town Prompt is good,
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I can have my way now
I pay my time with dope money
Em
I fuck your bitch off the dope money
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Walked in the bank,
broke the rubber band
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Em
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They like, you gotta be dope money
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Am
Em
Gotta be, gotta be
You gotta be solid to hang with me
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Em
You gotta be street to relate to me
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Em
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She gotta be bad to fuck with me
Am
Em
I pay my time with dope money,
I fuck your bitch off the dope money
Am
Em
Walk in the bank, put the rubber band,
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they like, you gotta be dope money
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Em
You gotta be, gotta be,
you gotta be solid to hang with me
Am
Em
You gotta be street to relate to me,
C
Am
she gotta be bad to fuck with me
Em
Outro 1
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