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Money Makes The Man (Radio Version) chords by Rappin' 4-Tay

  • Em

  • D

  • C

  • Bm

    2
  • Am

  • F

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Intro 1
(E minor) (D major) (C major)
(B minor) (A minor)
Pop as (E minor) much as you can, but man respect
Verse 1
(E minor)
and a total
I hustle 24 -7,
straight puttin' down these vocals
Baby ain't down for whatever,
you know what to do
Listen, like an interception,
they keep on steppin' forward
Too many raps to take,
major amounts to make
And fake motherfuckers,
yeah, they be the ones
I'm quick to shake, rock,
rattle, and roll, y 'all
Cause somethings get stolen out of
bounds in the wrong part of town
Now all your money gone, like
Spice said,
player welcome to the ghetto
Best to know where you be steppin',
we be on another level
Don't believe what you be seein'
on these daytime talk shows
Open up the tape,
slide it in and let the game flow
Cause ain't no player
like the one you got
Cash flow, in and out my dope spot
Soulsta
Boss and
J -Mask forever postin'
In the studio,
we rappin' before we hella roastin'
The money makes the man,
the bitch completes the plan
And we gon' be the plans with the
mics up in our hand
Cause it ain't no tellin' what
you dealin' with
Fuckin' with me and my folks,
I'm (F major) fuckin' with the shit
The (E minor) money makes the man,
the bitch completes the plan
And we gon' be the players
with the mics up in our hand
Cause it ain't no tellin'
what you dealin' with
Fuckin' with me and my folks,
I'm (F major) fuckin' with the shit
This a main (E minor) area player, got his
P's and
Q's major
Trick sauce can't fade you cause
you're nothin' but a hater
Me and
Foe about to put it down like
Big
Macs
But this ain't no
McDonald's so you watch
out some players act
In fact give me a ticket and a top notch
I be doin' it like diamonds on the
Rolex watch
It don't stop a
West
Coast rapper's in the bottom and get
happen either ghetto life livin'
Or on the mic rappin' because
nothin' don't move
But the money ain't funny,
I be drainin' food for me
Like they knows what's hella runnin'
So don't be like
Mike, you should be like me
But the first thing you eat is some
G -A -M -E
The sauce ain't down for the mozzarella
I'm way past that,
I'm into sharp cheddar
Cause haters can't pick up like a bad mop
So let the chorus explain
how I ride in a rag top
The money makes the man,
the bitch completes the plan
And we gon' be the players
with the mics up in our hand
Cause it ain't no tellin' what
you dealin' with
Fuckin' with me and my folks
who (F major) fuckin' with the shit
The (E minor) money makes the man,
the bitch can preach the plan
And we gon' be the players
with the mics up in our hand
Cause it ain't no tellin'
what you dealin' with
Fuckin' with me and my folks who
(F major) fuckin' with the shit
Banker (E minor) s only necessary daily
when you pimpin' those
Women just pretendin' when they
dressin' straight expense clothes
Toast, you know we poppin' most,
I'm speakin' on the
West
Coast
Smokin' egg up in the bank,
call me playin'
Metro
Baby be at all the clubs, uh, kamikaze
Now we at the telly, uh, uh,
Carlos
Rossi
Players rollin' dance flows,
plush candy pain flows
Ladies know the way we flow, she a
Yemi
Danilo
Takin' trips to
Vegas, in
Jamaica, dressin' tight, stackin' major
Now it's players cause we all
about our paper
Smokin', dankin', hashin' the
Benz till we pass out
Players throw your setup, uh,
hoes make that ass bounce
Toastin' marshmallows
and watch the life of a rap star
Cabbie on the lobster,
mobsters rollin' fast cars
And
Chris in
Puss in
Six, beware, double up
Yo, rappin' for the
Metro
West
Coast
Metro
The money makes the man
The bitch completes the plan
And we gon' be the players
With the mics up in our hand
Cause it ain't no
Tellin' what you dealin' with
Fuckin' with me and my folks
You (F major) fuckin' with the shit
The (E minor) money makes the man
The bitch completes the plan
And we gon' be the players
With the mics up in our hand
Cause it ain't no
Tellin' what you dealin' with
Fuckin' with me and my folks
You (F major) fuckin' with the shit
The (E minor) money makes the man
The bitch completes the plan
And we gon' be the players
With the mics up in our hand
Cause it ain't no
Tell her what you dealin' with
Fuckin' with me and my folks,
you (F major) fuckin' with the shit
The (E minor) money makes the man,
the bitch can please stop playin'
And we gon' be the players
with the mics up in our hand
Cause it ain't no
Tell her what you dealin' with
Fuckin' with me and my folks,
you (F major) fuckin' with the shit (E minor) (F major) (E minor)
(F major) You (E minor)
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