Key: C# minor•
Verse 1
F#m
Uh, what, what, uh
Niggas push Bimmers and
300 E's
Everybody's looking for something
B
F#m
these
A
B
Shorties on they knees for niggas
F#m
A
with big
B
F#m
cheese
A
F#m
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's looking
A
for something
Verse 2
My man put me up for the share, one-
Nothing on my mind but
B
F#m
the dime sack we blazed
A
B
F#m
With the glaze
C#m
B
, that we find when we crave
A
B
a fugitive with two attempts
E
F#m
I'ma try to get filthy,
precisely I'll build my cream
B
F#m
A
B
Sent the bitch with the quarter brick,
A
C#m
F#m
A
B
C#m
Fresh face, NY plates got a
F#m
A
crooked eye for the Jakes
I want it all, ArmorAll Benz
Verse 3
Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's
reaching a ki
Everybody's looking for something
B
C#m
F#m
Street dreams
are made of these
with big cheese
Who am I to disagree?
Verse 4
Twenty- five to flat,
E
F#m
push a thousand feet back
Holding gats wasn't making
Living with moms, getting it on, flushing
Two sips from bein alcoholic
F#m
A
Nine- hundred- ninety nine
thou' from being rich
Dionne Warwick
A
B
F#m
Argentina coke with the nina
F#m
A
The way the bitch shook her ass,
B
C#m
yo, the dogs never seen her
F#m
A
She got me back living sweeter,
fresh Caesar
F#m
A
Walle' moccasins
B
F#m
Bitches blow me while hopping in
F#m
A
bitch down on my shit like this
Verse 5
A
B
made of these
C#m
F#m
A
Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny
is reaching a ki
E
F#m
Street dreams are made of these
niggas with big cheese
Verse 6
Growing up project- struck,
C#m
F#m
looking for luck, dreaming
Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what
I'm seeing
ill Europeans
G'ing, heard about them old
Young, early 80's, throwing
Worshipping every word them rope
The street raised me up giving a fuck
B
E
F#m
I thought Jordan's and a gold chain
was living it up
I knew the dopes, the pushers,
Ain't that funny? Getting
With all the gunplay,
B
F#m
painting the kettle black hungry
A
C#m
A case of beers in the staircase,
coke as they career
E
F#m
But I'm a rebel stressing to pull out
of the heat, no doubt
Verse 7
F#m
Street dreams are made of these Niggas push
Bimmers and 300 E's
is reaching a ki
Shorties on they knees
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's looking for something
Verse 8
F#m
push Bimmers and
300 E's
F#m
A
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees for
niggas with big cheese
Everybody's looking for
F#m
something
Yeah, nigga, what? Oh, shit
Queensbridge, boy, what? Yo, what?
Verse 9
dawg
C#m
F#m
Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all,
A
B
F#m
A
I don't give a fuck-
F#m
A
We gotta get up outta
here, son
Yo, come on run, yo
C#m
F#m
Watch out, man, yo watch out ,
watch out, nigga
Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Yo, yo, come on though
(Oh, shit)
yo
B
You think somebody
F#m
A
peeped that?
Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo,
Fuck that
Come on, come on, I'm threw that shit,
come on
We gotta bounce, yo
Let's bounce
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsF#m A B C#m E
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