Tonalité : A minor•
Intro 1
Am
G
Em
F
Am
G
Am
Em
Dm
Am
Verse 1
G
Kim Loxx run my
house,
Em
take drugs in the city
F
You're a time -out step -o,
Am
throwin' strugglers with me
Bad bitches be in love with the killers
Mad niggas,
mad niggas wanna bust outta niggas
Ay, see that's why
G
Huey don't fuck with you niggas
Am
Em
Attitudes matter more,
Dm
Am
had enough of you niggas
F
Am
Look, this is the deal,
swear you real, but fake as hell
I take your gal out on the aisle
to make my mail
Notebook paper,
G
watch how my records sell
Em
F
Fuck the needles,
cause I am off the record scale
Am
So
S -T -L -A -K -A, hustle up
AK will spray to your face
if you fuckin' up
G
It's been shit, yeah, I'm bout that
Am
What make it worse, nigga,
Dm
Am
F
I know where your house at
Am
I catch you chillin' on your couch,
cat -couch
Hook, knock your brains out,
then I'm out, jack, splat
G
Am
It's all money, yeah, I'm bout that
Em
F
Blame me for 30, boy, I doubt that
Am
Em
Am
Doin' it big, I'm bout that
Runnin' my crib, I doubt that
It's about money, yeah,
G
Am
I'm bout that
Em
Dm
Am
Money for dummy, I doubt that
Doin' it big, I'm bout that
Runnin' my crib, I doubt that
G
Am
Gangsta shit, all of my niggas live that
Em
F
Gangsta shit, all of my niggas did that
Am
Spin that, spinnin' flats,
broke tools, killin' tracks
Enemies, where you at,
owe me money, give me that
None fiction, all facts,
G
Am
we ain't bust a small gap
Dm
Am
Big time niggas with money,
none of them small stack
And fell off, but through it all,
we done crawled back
So green, white girl,
X bills, all that
G
Ex -cons over her, been to jail, came back
Em
F
Can lock my birdie places,
never gonna change that
Am
OGs and train cats,
taught em how to aim at
Lame cats, the same cats,
leadin' all you gang cats
Niggas bleedin' from the brain,
G
cat, next to the train track
Am
Em
Am
It's a shame, man,
Dm
Am
F
niggas snitchin' where they ain't at
Am
They're waste of shit,
you bout that, bout that
You ain't miss a bit,
I doubt that, doubt that
G
It's all money, yeah, I'm bout that,
Am
I'm bout that
Em
F
Blame it for dummy, boy,
I doubt that, I doubt that
Am
Doin' it big, I'm bout that,
I'm bout that
Runnin' my crib, I doubt that, I doubt that
G
It's all money, yeah, I'm bout that,
Am
I'm bout that
Em
Am
Dm
Am
F
Plenty for gummi, I doubt that
Am
Doin' it big, I'm bout that
Runnin' my crib, I doubt that
G
Am
Not to brag, but the loot rank number one
Em
F
For murderin', murderin', servin'
Am
And I mean I'm too dumb
and dumber
Startin' shit this summer,
make moms wonder
Better yet,
miss somethin' when my guys come
G
Dm
I bet they won't miss nothin'
Am
Dm
Am
Contract killers, so I bet they gon'
F
Am
Hit somethin' with somethin' we
ain't never seen before
Gettin' somethin' while the cleanest
ain't cleanin' your clothes
Look nice in this life,
G
talkin' bout the industry
Em
F
Shit get retarded if we
argue the enemy
Am
Crime's what it's finna be,
crime, no sympathy
I love this life, this the time of the century
G
No mistakes made, bitch, nigga,
Am
this was meant to be
Em
Am
Made to be hated,
Dm
Am
know that it isn't me
And that butt of my brother,
I'm bout that, bout that
In trouble, motherfucker,
I doubt that, doubt that
G
Am
It's all money, yeah, I'm bout that
Em
F
Plenty for 30, boy, I doubt that
Am
Too many people come bout that
Runnin' my crib, I doubt that
It's all money,
G
Am
yeah, I'm bout that
Em
Dm
Am
F
Plenty for 30, boy, I doubt that
Am
Too many people come bout that
Runnin' my crib,
G
Am
F
Am
I doubt that
You
As-tu aimé la chanson ?
Tu dois te pour laisser une évaluation.
AccordeurE A D G B E
AccordsAm G Em F Dm
Accords populaires dans le monde entier
Accords et tablatures les plus joués par tous les utilisateurs