Tonalité : G minor•
Verse 1
Gm
Maybach shit
Cm
Cameras in the ceiling,
Seline on my arm
Eb
We get ghost,
Gm
Cm
Gm
you already know what it is
Cm
Money stuffed in my bag
F
Maybach shit
Verse 2
Gm
Bright lights and dark corners,
it's night embark on us
Refugees running wild
Eb
Wyclef with a Sig Sauer
Cm
Nothing to lose,
I was starving from the start
Eb
Cm
Now the same cat drive in Jaguars
Gm
Open fire when you see me yell out
and make em whisper
The club that I'm a member,
Eb
they'll be gone by November
Cm
Keys to the city got killers
Gm
who slither with me
Eb
Lamborghini, middle of the ghetto,
F
smoke a fat fifty
Gm
Billionaire bid, wrists on chill
Standing in the field of dreams tryna
Eb
see a hundred mil
Cm
These boys going blind they
just happy being free
Eb
In a world of so many I
Cm
just wanted me a key
Gm
Sheesh! I just wanted me a piece
Slice of cheesecake before
Eb
my niggas all decease
Cm
These boys snort lines I'm fine
just sipping wine
Amsterdam in the air,
Eb
F
Gm
to morrow on my mind
Verse 3
Gm
I'm Barry Gordy to the streets
Eb
With a kilo, so that boy had been a beast
Cm
I wanna be there when
Gm
each one of my kids born
Cm
Eb
Cm
Raw blood, hundred acres each to live on
Gm
G
Real nigga to the day
Gm
that I'm de ceased
Cm
Even then I pray I'm living
Eb
through these beats
Cm
Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks
Eb
Burning Amsterdam green
F
where it falls like a leaf
Verse 4
Gm
Born in the bricks with the short
end of the stick
Always running late,
Eb
quick to show up with your bitch
Cm
F
The Hublot's cool but my
Terminator's foolish
Cm
F
All stainless steel,
Eb
Gm
quick to match it with my toolie
Red carpet event, the marijuana be lit
Red or blue, do you,
Eb
as long as you're getting rich
Cm
Crack game, champagne,
Dm
kilos on the stock exchange
Cm
Eb
Rolls Royce, new Ghost,
F
Cm
that's a nigga pocket change
Gm
These niggas acting like
they want a war!
When it come to whacking niggas
Eb
Cm
I done won awards
Nigga, you a bitch,
where yo' Honda Accord?
Eb
F
I'm riding in some shit only I can afford
Gm
Shouldn't claim the hood
til you build a report
Eb
Amsterdam state of mind,
Cm
I just gave you a tour
I'm laughing at the people
who label me poor
Eb
Now I piss on Europeans,
F
Gm
you'd think it was porn
Verse 5
Gm
I'm Barry Gordy to the streets
Eb
With a kilo, so that boy had been a beast
Cm
I wanna be there when
Dm
each one of my kids born
Cm
Eb
Cm
Raw blood, hundred acres each to live on
Gm
G
Real nigga to the day
Gm
that I'm de ceased
Cm
Even then I pray I'm living
Eb
through these beats
Cm
Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks
Eb
Burning Amsterdam green where
F
Gm
it falls like a leaf
Verse 6
Gm
Eb
I'm speaking on unwritten laws
Cm
the code of the streets
Eb
I'm not the type of nig
F
Gm
ga that you bump in to
At a 7- 11 and just pull your pistol on him
Eb
And do what the fuck you want
Cm
to do
Niggas like me,
you gotta get permission homie!
Eb
F
Gm
And that could take a long time!
In that time,
Eb
I'mma handle my muthafuckin business
Cm
Eb
F
Verse 7
Gm
It's the red light district,
nigga this Amsterdam
Eb
Cm
Wherever the fuck I'm at
Gm
Eb
It's a no go
We green light you bitch niggas
F
Rozay!
Outro 1
Gm
Eb
Cm
Dm
Cm
Gm
Eb
Cm
Gm
Eb
F
Gm
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