Works chords by Mr. Capone-E
Intro 1
Am
G
F
Em
Am
G
F
Em
Verse 1
Am
Click,
click, bang, ridin' like a snotball
Fuck around, homie,
G
get your ass on a chuck
F
Hoes so cold,
I'd rather wet your ass up
Em
2004, 15 all up, I'm nuts
Am
Bitches, homies, riders and vets
Snap back and tattoos
G
causin' a mess
F
Respect protects what I'm all about
Them dollars, ridin' in piles
Em
Still dirty like a vala
Am
Bal las, hustlers, ratchets and clonies
Mr. Capone givin' a
G
fuck about your lonely
F
Rollies, bezels,
gazelles and diamonds
Shinin' when I'm ridin'
Em
and I'm still south sidin'
Am
Slidin', waitin' for the iPhone to ring up
Pick up the Marlin,
G
now the Scali gets turned up
F
Am
F
Burnt up, now I'm off to Hollywood
G
How much do the need,
and you know it's all good
Am
The work, serving them fiends
G
The work, selling dreams
F
Cash is king, where I come from
We don't call it a trap,
G
Em
let El Chapo solve it
Am
The work, serving them fiends
G
The work, selling dreams
F
Cash is king, where I come from
We don't call it a trap,
G
Em
let El Chapo solve it
Am
Serving them fiends, 501G
G
Still lookin' clean, workin' on the beam
F
Pearl white clean, roll up the paper
Am
In and out, out and out like a vapor
Hood rich, but we ain't stoppin' now
Gotta fly out to Hong Kong,
G
F
then Macau Meow, but I ain't no kitty
Em
Raised up in the city, but filthy like Degree
Am
But I'm not goin' broke,
smoke up on my lung
G
F
Shiny like coke, I'm dope
But I ain't to be fucked with
Playing with rugals,
Em
lopsims, and muskets
Am
Culprits, like a fucking criminal
G
So many styles, robbing each dial
F
How you like me now?
Am
No need to search
G
I'm just like a pony from the dirt
and I'm serving them work
Am
The work, serving them fiends
G
The work, selling dreams
F
Cash is king, where I come from
Em
We don't call it a trap, like El Chapo sold
Am
The work, serving them fiends
G
The work, selling dreams
F
Cash is key, where I come from
We don't call it a trap,
Em
like El Chapo, son
Am
Work, but short for the twerk
G
Jerk, making the feet start to search
F
Lurk, but you gots to have money
Get mopped up, wiped up,
Em
K .O .'d like a dummy
Am
Slutty, but don't mean we chill
G
Hotter than hell, that's how we feel
F
Seal, don't open up the zip
Flip birds, baby, like we flippin'
Em
Am
Trip, said trip, get lynched like the Klan
I'm the man, understand,
G
you know like rubber bands
F
We stackin' grand, but we not lettin' go
Got 20 other hoes,
Em
drivin' to my shows
Am
That's how it goes for the
life of a player
Ain't too sharp, baby,
G
pimpin' ain't fair
F
Coco beware,
Am
but we gots the good remedies
F
G
We got the work,
even servin' up the enemies
Am
The work, servin' them fiends
The work, sellin' dreams
G
F
Cash is king, where I come from
We don't call it a trap,
Em
like El Chapo's son
Am
The work, serving them fiends
G
The work, selling dreams
F
Cash is king, where I come from
We don't call it a trap,
Em
Am
like El Chapo's son
G
F
Em
Am
G
F
you
Works
Mr. Capone-E
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