Key: F major•
Verse 1
Fm
2 shots of whatever
It's like tug- of- war,
tryna pull myself together
but probably's like never
I'm a pimp under pressure,
leave my money on the dresser
leave a nigga on a stretcher
It's all there, papa,
you ain't even got to measure
bitches look jealous
F
Fm
Well what goes around comes
Money Over Bitches - MOB, goodfellas
Cut her ears off,
ain't shit she could tell us
that's a fuckin love letter
If I ain't a trending topic,
F
Fm
I'm a fucking trend- setter
Verse 2
2 shots of whatever
2 shots of whatever
It's like tug- of- war,
tryna pull myself together
but probably's like never
I'm a pimp under pressure,
Verse 3
Mason Betha
Sometimes the paper chase
could be like chasing a leopard
wetter than it's ever been
Shawty fine as fuck though,
now she kiss me on my neck
I hope she ain't cut- throat
Fm
F
Cut down on the syrup cause
it made me fuck slow
Fm
F
Shoot so many times I'm a choke
Life, death, love, hate, pleasure, pain
Pay me no mind but I don't have change
F
Fm
B
I cock back and aim at
E
Dm
Broad day, no mask, close range
Verse 4
2 shots from wherever
You can get 2 shots from whoever
It be like a puzzle tryna put
you back together
Fm
I should probably do better but probably,
whatever...
F
Verse 5
Dm
Can't let these bitch niggas
slide and touch base
It's Young Money baby,
take your clothes off
Give me them three holes,
2 shots of whatever
Keep them bitches coming
Verse 6
2 shots of whatever
It's like tug- of- war,
tryna pull myself together
but probably's like never
Dm
Fm
Leave my money on the dresser
2 shots of whatever
2 shots of whatever
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsFm Dm F B E
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