Key: E minor
Intro 1
Em
F#m
G
Em
C
Em
Bm
G
Em
F#m
G
C
Bm
G
Verse 1
Em
Uh,
me and my niggas tryna get it
F#m
G
Hit that house, n***a,
From nine to five, I know it's fakin',
G
C
Back when condom rappers wasn't cool
I fucked
D#dim
F#m
Shireen and went to tell my bros
Shireen and
Let
It
F#m
Hot sauce all in, I talk rhymin', ya bitch
The only thing we had to
G
Em
we see dollar signs
You lookin' like a
And that's a lifestyle that
Go at it, reppin' for the revenue
And go,
Em
Halle
Berry or
Hallelujah
Bm
Em
tell me what you do
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
F#m
D
But the one in front of
Bm
G
the gun lives forever
Bm
F#m
Bm
An d I've been hustlin' all day,
Bm
Em
that a way
just to say
F#m
G
A dollar might just fuck your main bitch,
Bm
Nah, a dollar might say fuck them niggas that you gang with,
G
Bm
Em
that's just how I feel
F#m
G
Nah, nah, a dollar might just make that lane switch,
Bm
Nah, a dollar might turn to a million and we all rich,
G
Bm
Em
that's just how I feel
E -40 at the school
C
Bm
You know big ballin' with my homies
F#m
Bm
Ro
G
C
Ain't nothin' casualty at war, ya bish
Two bullets in my
Uncle
That
A
Bm
Louis
Bell that never ease that pain
C
But
I'ma purchase when that
Bm
F#m
day is jerkin'
D
Em
Pirelli skirtin'
Bm
Em
Hop in' all of em offend you, ya bish
G
Bm
They say your hood is
Em
F#m
a pot of gold
Bm
F#m
And we gon' crash it
C
Bm
when nobody's home
F#m
G
Pick your poison, tell me what you do
The one in front of the gun lives forever
F#m
G
And I've been hustlin' all day,
this a way, better way
just to say
place for shade
you gang with
F#m
G
8 dollar mic just make
that lane switch
Be the last one out to get this dough,
no way
then we break the code, no way
no way
then we break the code, no way
A
Bm
Hit the brakes when they on patrol,
no way
projects with them niggas
Pick your pockets,
F#m
Bm
Claus, don't miss them stockings
Em
Liquor spilling, pistols popping, baking soda
Y 'all are whipping,
ain't no turkey on
F#m
Bm
My homeboy just domed a nigga,
everyday I'm hustling
F#m
G
What else is a thug to do when you eating
cheese from the government?
get the fuck up out my way, bitch
F#m
D
Got that drum and I got them bands,
G
D
just like a parade, bitch
hope them boys don't see my stash
them serpents lurkin', bluh
Bm
Bitches sellin' pussy, niggas sellin' drugs,
but it's all good
tell you what time it is
Take your
F#m
Bm
J's and tell you to kick
In the streets with a heater
F#m
Bm
Dreams of me gettin' shaded
under a money drip
G
C
Tell me what you do
Everybody don't respect the shooter,
Bm
G
Em
but the one in front of the gun lives forever
F#m
G
And I've been hustling all day
C
This a way better way through canals and alleyways just
Bm
to say money trees is the perfect place for shade
And that's just how I feel
Ken, just bring my car back man. I called in for another appointment.
I figured you wasn't gonna be back here on time anyway.
Look, shit, shit,
I just want to get out the house man.
This man is on one, he's feeling good,
and a motherfucker.
Shit, I'm trying to get my thing going too.
I'm going to my brother's house.
Just bring my car back.
Shit, he paid it.
He's feeling good.
Look, listen to him.
See, he has hell.
Shit, he ain't even tripping
off them dominoes no more.
Just bring the car back.
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