Tonalidad: G# minor•
Verse 1
F#
D#m
Pshh, right in the sternum this time,
T-Baby
E
B
C#m
G#m
Shit, Shit, you already know,
you already know, you already know
Damn
D#m
Shit, this that hustler music
Young Weezy got that motherfucking
B
C#m
D#
G#m
So ride to it, y'all, vibe to it,
y'all, damn
Verse 2
G#m
Goddamn, Mix done hit a nigga in
F#
his head with this one
I'ma paint the city red with this one
E
B
I'm ahead with this one
C#m
D#
See, you're fucking with the boy
G#m
who tote toys way before Christmas
No assistance,
F#
just that persistence with that commitment, if
I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight
E
B
C#m
I know my vibe is tight and I
D#
deserve the throne
G#m
And if the kid ain't right,
then let me die in this song
See, I be riding, just riding alone
F#
With my daddy on my mind like,
"You gotta be kidding"
E
B
How the hell you ain't here to see
C#m
D#
your prince do his thing?
G#m
Sometimes I wanna drop a tear,
but no emotions from a king
Shall be, so I be who I be, that's me
F#
That's Weezy F. Baby,
E
and please say the motherfucking
B
C#m
D#
So I be who I be, that's me
G#m
That's Weezy F. Baby,
D#
and please say the motherfucking
Verse 3
G#m
Baby, you gotta know
that I'm just out here
D#m
Doing what I gotta do for me and you,
B
C#m
D#
So, bitch, why the fuck
G#m
is you tripping?
I'm taking these chances
My head to the sky, my feet on the ground
F#
D#m
My fingers to the judge,
if the money don't move
E
B
C#m
Then I won't budge, won't budge
D#
G#m
No, I won't budge, no, Lord
Verse 4
G#m
Money is the motivation,
facing the avenue
F#
Back touching the wall,
got the weed, got the gun
E
B
Gotta run when I hear the bird
C#m
D#
G#m
call (brr), damn (brr)
Hop in that thing and murk off,
swerve off
You know me, they call me Birdman
Junior (ah-ah)
F#
Anybody murderer if Birdman sponsor it (for sure, nigga,
get you, you heard?)
E
B
C#m
Phantom of the Opera, all black,
D#
guap tint, locked-in
G#m
I can let them shots out,
you can't get no shots in
Bulletproof, leave a nigga
with a bullet roof
F#
Shoot you in your mouth, Leroy,
they call him bullet tooth
E
B
C#m
I'm like, "What it do?
D#
What it do?"
G#m
There's a full-court pressure,
pressure, I'm just going for the two
If I'm open for the three,
I'ma take it in a second
F#
Even if there's one second,
I'ma make it, it's nothing
E
B
I don't take it for granted,
C#m
I don't take it for nothing
G#m
I take it for what it's worth to the dirt,
Verse 5
motherfucker, yeah
G#m
Baby, you gotta know that
I'm just out here
D#m
Doing what I gotta do for me and you,
B
C#m
D#
So, bitch, why the fuck
G#m
is you tripping?
I'm taking these chances
My head to the sky, my feet on the ground
F#
D#m
My fingers to the judge,
if the money don't move
E
B
C#m
Then I won't budge, won't budge
D#
G#m
No, I won't budge, no, Lord
Verse 6
G#m
I ain't never killed nobody, I promise
F#
And I promise if you try me,
E
he gon' have to rewind this track
B
C#m
And make me go back,
D#
G#m
that thing'll go rrat
That boy'll lay flat, so flat
That act is what I perform
amongst you haters
F#
Got Nina in my palm and
I'm masturbating
E
B
C#m
Black Peter Pan, fly 'til I die,
D#
what you're saying?
G#m
Bathing Ape, Yves Saint,
Evisu what I stay in
Got me feeling like Scarface,
F#
light the Cohiba
Streets reply, I look right in a four-seater
E
D#m
You You know I be out here
C#m
right in a four-seater
D#
G#m
Top Top floor of the Four Seasons
Four of them whores
And they all know how to cook it up
And look, I got some
F#
And only one know how to bag,
bitch, bundle up
E
D#
C#m
See, it's a cold world,
D#
so homie, bundle up
G#m
We ain't on this grind for
D#
nothing, now get your hustle up
Verse 7
G#m
Baby, you gotta know
that I'm just out here
D#m
Doing what I gotta do for me and you,
E
and we're eating
B
C#m
D#
So, bitch, why the fuck
G#m
is you tripping?
I'm taking these chances
My head to the sky,
my feet on the ground
F#
D#m
My fingers to the judge,
F#
if the money don't move
E
B
C#m
Then I won't budge, won't budge
D#
G#m
No, I won't budge, no, Lord
Baby, you gotta know
that I'm just out here
D#m
Doing what I gotta do for me and you,
E
and we're eating
B
C#m
D#
So, bitch, why the fuck
G#m
is you tripping?
I'm taking these chances
My head to the sky, my feet on the ground
F#
D#m
My fingers to the judge,
F#
if the money don't move
E
B
C#m
Then I won't budge, won't budge
D#
G#m
No, I won't budge, no, Lord
Verse 8
F#
Man, man, this be that hustler mu sic
D#m
Young Weezy got that motherfucking
G#m
hustler mu sic, y'all
D#
So ride to it, y'all,
G#m
and vibe to it, y'all
D#
I'm asking y'all, please, please
Young Weezy got that hustler music
D#m
Young Weezy got that motherfucking
D#
hustler mu sic
E
D#
Ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all,
G#m
vibe to it, y'all, yeah, yeah, woo
Verse 9
F#
It's real shit, man, it's real talk, man
It's how we do it, how we did
E
it, how we done it, ayy
B
C#m
D#
It's real shit, man, it's real talk, boy
G#m
It's how we do it, how we
did it, how we done it
I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting,
it's the way it go
F#
I ain't bragging, I ain't boasting,
it's the way it is
D#
Better guard your kids, guard your face
G#m
Better guard your body,
we warned the place
We here
Fuck bitches, it's Young Money, nigga
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