Tonalité : C# minor
Intro 1
Cm
Gm
Verse 1
Gm
A nigga black,
Cm
but he selling white
A nigga black, but he selling white
Gm
Mm mm mm, wanna gain it all,
but you gon' lose your life
Cm
A nigga black, but he selling white
A nigga black, but he selling white
Nigga crib so big it's a
Gm
damn shame
G
Nigga's selling white for
Verse 2
a gold chain
Gm
I've been trained to go since a young
nigga stepped off the porch
Cm
Catch me in the kitchen,
kilo, hey bring the fork
I've been trying to hold it down
but these niggas living so foul
Gm
Running out on niggas intent
of knocking ya down
Bang! Your window shattered
C
like it never mattered
Cm
You moving weight,
your pockets getting fatter
Am
It's politics when it come to sticks
Gm
Ski mask and glove,
nigga want a brick
My money funny,
G
Gm
but you gotta love it
Cm
High heel thugging in Magic City,
these bitches fucking
Your homie doing tax since
they call it fraud
Gm
Cm
I'm in and out of traffic,
Gm
still moving hard
Verse 3
Gm
Cm
A nigga black, but he selling white
A nigga black, but he selling white
Am
20 grand a night if you can get it right
Cm
Gm
A nigga sitting in the Benz
G
and it's white on white
Verse 4
Gm
A nigga black,
Cm
but he selling white
A nigga black, but he selling white
Am
20 grand a night if you can get it right
Gm
G
A nigga sitting in the Ben
Cm
G
z and it's white on white
Verse 5
G
Gm
Take a look at me, I'm trapping
No excuses, I'm stacking,
Cm
talking hundred on top of hundred
Them 100 making the magic blow
A hundred in a day,
a hundred different ways
Gm
Rich nigga, bitch,
put a hundred in my grave
Make my headstone read
"head of MMG"
Cm
That's another hundred mill, really,
you can come and see
Forbes dot com, I'm the Teflon Don
Bb
Gm
Too close to a nigga as a
motherfucking bomb
Trayvon Martin,
Cm
I'm never missing my target
Bitch niggas hating,
tell me it's what I'm parking
Wingstop owner,
Am
lemon pepper aroma
Gm
Young, black nigga,
Cm
Gm
barely got a diploma
Verse 6
Gm
Cm
A nigga black, but he selling white
A nigga black, but he selling white
20 grand a night if you can
Am
Gm
get it right
G
Gm
Sitting in the Phantom
G
and it's white on white
Gm
Cm
A nigga black, but he selling white
A nigga black, but he selling white
20 grand a night if you can get it right
Gm
G
Cm
A nigga sitting in the Benz and
G
it's white on white
Verse 7
G
Gm
Showing 'til the day I die,
I'mma look up at the sky
Cm
Young trap star, reap,
the world is mine
Proceeding with my grind like police is
Gm
on my line
Instagramming shit for all
G
the teachers I despised
Gm
Never saw my vision,
you only saw me suspended
Cm
Now my white bitches be fucking
me 'til I'm winded
C
Breathe, breathe, young nigga, breathe
Gm
Cm
If your ass wasn't rapping,
Gm
what would you be?
Verse 8
Gm
Young nigga black,
G
Gm
Cm
but he selling white
Young nigga black, but he selling white
Young nigga black,
Gm
but he selling white
Cm
20 grand a night if you can get it right
Interlude 1
G
Gm
Cm
Gm
Cm
Gm
Cm
Gm
Verse 9
Gm
G
Young nigga black, but he selling white
Cm
Young nigga black, but he selling white
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