Tonalidad: C minor•
Intro 1
Cm
G
Cm
G
Verse 1
Cm
You ain't never
count paper 'til your thumbs hurt
G
You ain't never had to make
do wit' bum work
Cm
Shit ain't comin' back, you get delirious
G
It's a drought in the streets,
shit is serious
Cm
G
My 'migo got locks in the city mud
Back against the wall and I need a plug
Cm
Flew the fam to the game,
G
Cavs verse the Heat
I had twenty thousand
grams just last week
Cm
Shit stopped comin',
bills keep comin' 'round
G
Holdin' on my last bird,
'bout to break it down
Cm
Charged a higher out of town,
G
then I went in Brooklyn
Phone blowin' up,
Cm
the homies ask "how it's lookin'?"
You think if I had the work
G
I wouldn't call you to sell it,
Cm
you fuckin' jerk
Start gettin' mad,
talkin' out of frustration
G
In the game, six figures can
Cm
easily turn to Nathan
Damn, I'm hot, dog
G
The fork on the Masi grill
Cm
pickin' up gwop, dog
Bought a white house off of
blocks dog
G
In the presidential,
watch me go to the top, dog
Verse 2
Cm
Man, I got that glow
G
I done came off nothin'
Cm
to motherfuckin' floor
G
Couple niggas be hatin',
Cm
G
I just be like, 'So?'
Cm
I don't ever get mad, I just get that doe
G
Cm
If the shit get bad, then I let that go
Verse 3
You do it 'cause you have to, I do it 'cause I could
G
And this is all factual, I do it for the hood
Cm
Cock the four, cop and go
G
'Cause these drugs are for sale,
they are not for show
Cm
Keep a eye on the monitors
and lock the doors
G
No comprende unless
it's 'bout lots of dough
Cm
They love it, they still want it, the
block is still haunted
G
Turbo in the garage, the cover is still on it
Cm
Hundred bundles by 9AM, is a ill mornin'
G
A nigga lookin' good,
Cm
the bitches is still on him
Money, power, mega respect
G
Al- Qaeda is how I got the
montega connect
Cm
If that paper ain't right, they
put the K to your neck
G
Give your family a visit,
they send your baby a threat
Cm
A lil' deeper than the repercussions
on the block
G
But that all bein' said,
is you hustler or not?
Verse 4
Cm
Man, I got that glow
G
I done came off nothin'
Cm
to motherfuckin' floor
G
Couple niggas be hatin',
Cm
G
I just be like, 'So?'
Cm
I don't ever get mad, I just get that doe
G
Cm
If the shit get bad, then I let that go
Verse 5
G
I don't get mad, I get dough,
Cm
G
I get bags and get low
Everybody wit' me good,
Cm
my bitch bad as shit though
G
You get gas, you Citgo, we whip ass,
Cm
G
we Klitschko
It gets bad or shit slow,
Cm
G
we really with the shits, bro
Cm
Twist your cap for it, kinda sick
G
what the thirst do
When I'm hungry, I ain't myself,
Cm
Snicker commercial
G
I got to eat before a nigga
catch a attitude,
And start lookin' at the game
Cm
like it's platter food
G
Fuck sandwiches,
G
I want the chips and dip
Whips are quick, Contours,
Cm
seats grips the hip
That's 63 talk,
G
at least a hundred grand to understand
G
They put me on a flyer for twenty,
I'm a wanted man
Son of Sam, I was born in '77
G
Your bitch a late- night Slurpee, She 7 11
Yeah, the family, so you gotta love it
I'm the boss, so I got it covered
Verse 6
Cm
Man, I got that glow
G
I done came off nothin'
Cm
to motherfuckin' floor
G
Couple niggas be hatin',
Cm
G
I just be like, 'So?'
Cm
I don't ever get mad, I just get that doe
If the shit get bad, then I let that go
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