L After L chords by Nell Corleone

SimplifiedAm · F · G · Bb · Dm

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Intro 1

Verse 1
Am 
It's chillin',
laid back,
smokin' ale after ale
F 
G 
Tryin' to get my thoughts together,
Am 
makin' sale after sale,
gettin' my bank phone together
Mama said, chasin' money,
F 
G 
son, you be lost forever
Am 
Hope that I ain't lost my mind,
Bb 
Am 
I'm thinkin' money all the time
Dm 
F 
Dm 
The devil's workshop is an idle mind
Am 
So  I'm on my grind
Trying to stay busy,
F 
made dollars from pennies
G 
This paper chase is endless,
Am 
money race don't have a finish
But I'm still in it, don't mind me,
F 
Am 
homie mind your business
My competition windy,
I'm just stretching out
Trey O'Day know how to
F 
exercise her mouth
Am 
I'm blessed for another day,
my nigga what you stressing bout?
Lord forgive me,
F 
I've been doing the devil's work
Dm 
Am 
Pitching curve balls on every curve,
F 
hungry like my belly hurt
Am 
F 
It's a swish of liquor and mild mixture,
Am 
no breakfast, lunch and dinner
F 
Am 
I'm too busy trying to get a meal
F 
Am 
Let it marinate I marry the cake
Cause it's a nigga
with the same dreams
being buried today
I've been getting money,
F 
G 
staying off the weight
Am 
F 
I can do  the 9 to 5 and flip a 28
Am 
Mocking L   after L
F 
Trying to get my
G 
thoughts together
Am 
Making sale after sale,
getting my bank vault together
Momma said chasing money,
F 
G 
son you be lost forever
Am 
Hope that I ain't lost my mind,
I'm thinking money all the time
Smokin' L after L,
F 
G 
tryin' to get my thoughts together
Am 
Makin' sale after sale,
gettin' my bank ball together
Mama said, chasin' money,
F 
G 
son, you be lost forever
Am 
Hope that I ain't lost my mind,
I'm thinkin' money all the time
F 
You hatin' on me, homie, fall in line
Am 
I'd rather be doin' fine
than to be doin' time
My newest rhymes got me
F 
feelin' like Einstein
Am 
These thoughts from a wise mind
make you wanna rewind time
A fast 40,
F 
I'm Flash Gordon when recordin'
Am 
My  verse is cold like my birthplace,
my home
O -H -I -O
F 
Am 
This when you turn the music up
and ride slow
Heaven sent God flow
F 
Eyes low, watchin' how fast time go
Am 
Be in  the head, high choke,
passin' the rock like Rondo
F 
Am 
F 
Hey, why the hell you in my convo?
Am 
If it ain't bout no music,
then y 'all niggas is clueless
If it ain't bout my verses,
F 
then it ain't got no purpose
Am 
I close curtains, roll up in the hearse
with all the church's versions
You niggas heard,
F 
Am 
F 
I'm livin' well
G 
Am 
F 
G 
Am 
F 
Make it sell
G 
Am 
after sell,
gettin my bank bought together
Mamma said, chasin money,
F 
son you be lost forever
G 
Am 
Hope that I ain't lost my mind
I'm thinkin money all the time all the time.