Now We Gone chords by Young RJ

SimplifiedF · Am · Em

GuitarPianoUkulele

Verse 1
F 
Am 
I told you, we got flavor, on top of flavor,
F 
Am 
on top of flavor, on top of flavor,
Dirty
Dish and
Brian 3, come on!
F 
Em 
Put your glass up, niggas
Am 
F 
Em 
Now put your cash up, niggas
Check it out
Am 
F 
This goes out to the hater, hater
Em 
Couldn't fuck with us till we made it,
made it
Am 
F 
Em 
Tryna hit us up, now we on, oh
But now we gone, nigga, nigga
Am 
F 
This goes out to the lady, lady
Em 
Am 
Wouldn't give a nigga time a day, day
F 
Em 
Tryna hit us up, now we on, on
But now we gone, yeah
Am 
F 
Now they speak to me, how's it goin',
goin'
Em 
I just laugh at  em like I told em, I told em
Am 
F 
Now they all up on my totem pole
Am 
But I play hoes cold like I'm igloo frozen
F 
The bad hoes treat em like bustos
Em 
Now I pass em along like
hand -me -down flows
Am 
F 
I'm just that close, I got good memory
Am 
Em 
Your name was what? I
Am 
don't remember,
B.
The city is ours,
F 
Am 
D only, and I don't recall half
Em 
Am 
of these niggas that say we homies
Or them
F 
DJs that used to be phony,
Em 
now they all on us like, ooh, they great
Am 
F 
But last summer only played my single two weeks straight,
Em 
now they hold stuff to  us like glue and tape
Am 
F 
They chicks there getting thirsty when they sit there,
Am 
Em 
I in a canary yellow lemonade wristwear
Am 
F 
Yeah, so outrageous,
Em 
now they give me they demo with the shits outdated
Am 
F 
This goes out to the hater, hater
Am 
Em 
Couldn't fuck with us till we made it,
made it
Am 
F 
Tryna hit us up, now we on, on
Em 
But now we gone, niggas
Am 
F 
This goes out to the lady, lady
Em 
Wouldn't give a nigga
time of day, day
Am 
F 
Tryna hit us up, now we on, on
Em 
But now we gone, yeah
Am 
The money that I used to make
F 
Back when I used to date
Am 
After we ate, I had to take her to the
Super 8
But when your loop low,
F 
cute pose is super fake
Am 
Em 
Tryna save the coochie for the niggas
Am 
with the coop and cape
F 
She let a nigga hoop and hit it, who
Em 
was shootin' blanks
Hopin' he would take her to
Am 
the bank as a show of thanks
F 
She asked me for dope,
I was like, no one can't
Am 
Busy doin' free shows,
Em 
Am 
tryna get a boat a crank
F 
Shootin' free throws couldn't
be the only way
Am 
Em 
To get a little cheddar,
Am 
so a nigga had to elevate
Spendin' all my time writ
F 
in', fightin' odds
Like
John
Em 
Card and the
Kuma tape
Am 
Who knew the day would come and
Ray would do away
F 
Em 
with all the bullshit, and have something good doing great,
Am 
it's official you can hate.
F 
This goes out to the hater, hater,
Em 
Am 
couldn't fuck with us till we made it, made it, tryna
F 
hit us up, now we on, on,
Em 
but now we gone niggas, ha.
Am 
F 
This goes out to the lady, lady,
Em 
Am 
wouldn't give a nigga time a day, day, tryna hit us
F 
up, now we on, on,
Em 
Am 
but now we gone niggas.