Try Your Luck (intro) chords by Saucy Santana
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Verse 1
(E minor) (B minor) (G major) (Baug) Tre Trax, I (A minor) think we got one,
haha
(E minor) It's Trax season bruh
Verse 2
Straight off the ripper Y'all (G major)
hoes wanna (A minor) dis s, now
I'ma show you a killer (G major)
(A minor) Soft ho, you can't stop my shine
Pussy ho, you can't (E minor) stop my grind
I push the pen,
you can't take what's mine
(G major) I lead the pack, bitch, stay in line
(A minor) I'm on your ass and you can't take that
You ain't mad at me, you mad at
my glow up, ho, just say (E minor) that
Now let's get down to business
Don't have no (B minor) broke niggas
at the top of (Baug) your hit list
(A minor) Shifting gears on the dick
Gotta stay (B minor) in control of the stick
(E minor) The same hatin' hoes
say, "Can I get a pic sis?"
Well I'm the (B minor) bogeyman, I
got a treat for your trick bitch (A minor)
Yup, I'm at the top of the food chain
I took off (B minor) on you hoes and I
started a new lane (E minor)
Yup, I got your man, he my boo thing (G major)
EA Sports, bitch, it's all in the game
(A minor) You silly hoes really
think y'all (E minor) want fame
Well (A minor) it's tax sea (B minor) son, I'm
your mammy and I came to (G major) claim
(E minor) Stop makin' fake pages
Fraud (G major) hoes always actin' like they me
(A minor) Stop makin' fake (E minor) beef
A bitch like (B minor) me wanna take it to
the streets (E minor) (Hoo)
I was regular, now I'm up
From the (G major) top,
lookin' down, look like you stuck
(A minor) I'm in my bag for real, bitch, run it (E minor) up
(A minor) Loud online,
real (G major) life, their tail be (B minor) tucked, (E minor) yeah
Really wit' the shits, a
real gangster bitch
In the (G major) middle of the club like, "What's
up?" (A minor) (Ha)
'Bout my dollars bitch,
call me (E minor) "Money Makin' Mitch"
Think this a game? Tuhh, try (B minor) your luck
Verse 3
(A minor) If you can't maintain,
stay in your motherfuckin' lane
Don't hate hate the player,
hate the game, bitch
Verse 4
I went from (E minor) rags to riches,
some friends done changed up
Con (G major) grats to dis
(B minor) ses because I came (A minor) up
Got my hater blockers on,
it's (E minor) tunnel vision
If you can't beat 'em, join 'em, better
(B major) make your decision (E minor)
Let me clear this air,
I can't see through the smoke
(A minor) Fame (G major) made me a savage,
let me (A minor) show you cutthroat
A crowd full of whispers,
a (E minor) page full of comments
But it don't phase (G major) me,
it ain't (B minor) mak in' no com (E minor) mas
I put the D in dividends,
not the D in drama
But if we (G major) gotta take it there,
trust it's gon' be trau (A minor) ma
Traumatizing for you
(E minor) You think you know my (B minor) story but
you ain't got a clue (E minor) (Ah)
I changed the game, I'm on the rise
Try to go again (B minor) st me,
boy, they know I'm the vibe (G major)
(A minor) Daddy up the road,
see him when I'm (E minor) 35
Mama taught me how to (A minor) hustle but
had to fight to survive
Speakin' of 35, that (E minor) nigga
brought me the plug
How the gay boy on the (G major) block sellin' a
(B minor) purse full of drug (G major) s? (A minor) (Ah)
Yippie yah yo, yippie yah yah yay
Snatchin' controllers from you niggas,
I am not here to play
(E minor) (Santana think he all that)
New whip, new (A minor) waist,
tell a hatin' ass ho she can fall back
Bitch, I started this shit, (E minor)
better play your position
Gotta (B minor) respect the game,
gotta respect the transition
(E minor) I'm still snatchin' your wigs,
call me hair physician
(G major) Million dollar (E minor) deal,
on a billion dollar (A minor) mis sion
Silly bitches want the (E minor) beef while
I'm stackin' that cheese
Niggas (B minor) beggin' me for mercy,
talkin' 'bout, "Santana, (E minor) please"
I see the comments, don't play on my top
I had my nuts on you (B minor) hoes but now
it's time to drop (A minor) (Woo)
Click your (E minor) page,
that shit say "Follow back"
Respond to (A minor) beef over beats,
let me call up Tre (E minor) Trax
Verse 5
It's 2020, bitch (B minor)
This (G major) ain't no motherfuckin' game
(A minor) Real gangster bitch
Really wit' the motherfuckin' shits
And I (E minor) don't do this shit for no
motherfuckin' TV
This (B minor) right here, this real real (G major) ity (A minor)
Yeah (B minor) (Yeah), ha (E minor)
Try Your Luck (intro)
Saucy Santana
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