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Take The Money chords by 38 Spesh

  • Am

  • F

  • C

Verse 1
Am
F
C
Shoot the chair up to the stage
Am
F
While Hasselblad was on her knees
Am
F
C
Shoot the chair up to the stage
Am
While Hasselblad was on
F
Am
her knees
Bulletproof, leave a n***a
with a bulletproof
Bulletproof, leave a n***a
with a bulletproof
Bulletproof,
leave a n***a with a bulletproof
Chain your mouth, these broads,
they call them bulletproof
I'm armed and do I get locked in?
I can't let them shots out,
you can't get no shots
Bulletproof,
a n***a with a bulletproof
C
Let's go, let's go
Am
I never hide, keep a hammer by my side
Last nigga that tried,
F
Am
thought about it, then died
I show his insides, bullets and lives
When we ride,
C
it's Mac -10s and 10 rides
Am
When we cop, it's 150, 10 pies
Might be 300, depending on the whip size
I duct tape six pies to a bitch thighs
F
Like bitch drive, do the speed limit
Am
65
Bitch guys,
hate to see a young shorty rise
F
C
F
Bonafide, hustler, young sporty guy
Am
I coulda copped a 645
Instead I copped a CL,
three bricks and 645s
Ride on, y 'all niggas know my name
I was givin' out cane, as raw as it came
Before I went and spent all
them stacks on a chain
I had all them gats, very good aim
In fact, a nigga strapped,
I packed a bigger gat
It's rap, t -t -t -tap, brats,
you niggas clap
Make stacks, I'm flippin' crack,
C
Am
it's math when the fifa clap
Add a couple shots, subtract,
it's fitted cap
Rats admitted that shit,
they want me sleepin' on prison mats
Keep em' from where I conduct,
been and sat, uh
F
Am
Niggas grown for the shit I'm on,
F
cause I get it and get it gone
C
Am
Why you niggas sit at home?
I get stupid when I'm spittin' chrome
I leave his body with no fluids,
just skin and bones
He ain't strong, leave that snitch alone
That nigga wired,
F
Am
C
and he takin' flicks
Am
with his picture phone
Power! Bulletproof,
leave a nigga with a bulletproof suit
Bulletproof, leave a nigga with
a bulletproof suit
Bulletproof,
leave a nigga with a bulletproof suit
Chain him out, he gone,
they call him bulletproof
I'm all black, white, tint, locked in
I can let them shots out,
you can't get no shots in
Bulletproof, leave my nigga
with a bulletproof
Am
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Am
The boy came down
The boy came down
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