Can’t Do Golds accords par
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame

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Tonalité : D# minor
Verse 1
Am
Quarter million dollar cash in
my guest room
Thumbing through the bands
I be playing with a check
Count a cool 2 mill without
breaking sweats
Hit some more ain't fucking
flexin, waynebo rolex
Bricksquad monopoly, hey
that's the company
Run that shit the fuck
back a track
These niggas playing man we cop it
Sour top dog, we in this bitch man
Verse 2
Am
[Hook] I'm rocking
rollies, I'm talking 3 of those
Bad bitches, I got plenty of those
Diamond grill, I came through the ghost
I'm riding 6's, I can do the 4's
Keep it real till I die, put it on my set
Keep it real till I die, put it on my set
Thumbing through them bands,
I be playing with the checks
Keep it real till I die,
put it on my set, squad!
Verse 3
Am
Quarter million dollar cash in
my guest room
Thumbing through the bands I
be playing with a check
Count a cool 2 mill without breaking sweats
A
Am
Hit some more ain't fucking
flexin, waynebo rolex
Verse 4
Am
Jiggin through this work, I don't have to
benchpress
When they kinda worry,
my dogs always love to flex
Cause he be a stone cold
killa with the pistol
A
Am
Run up in my ...how's your
mama gonna miss you
Stay about my grizzle,
thumbing through a check
Stay a real nigga, I'ma put it on my set
Fell in love with fashion,
A
Am
since Gucci Corvette
Nigga disrespect me,
I just leave his ass wet
A
[Hook] I'm rocking
Verse 5
rollies, I'm
Am
talking 3 of those
Bad bitches, I got plenty of those
Diamond grill, I came through the ghost
I'm riding 6's, I can do the 4's
Keep it real till I die, put it on my set
Keep it real till I die, put it on my set
Thumbing through them bands,
I be playing with the checks
Keep it real till I die,
put it on my set, squad!
Verse 6
Am
He ain't never been scared,
Bb
threw a hunned on his head
Am
Cash, bad, bad, stay real...
A
Am
If I catch you slippin with my gun,
black mask
I'm always fuckin hanging
with no hobbies
A
Thumbing through the bands,
Am
I be doing that
You know I'm real nigga bitch
break your fucking back
You a pussy nigga,
you don't want no get back
I got war, girls back, had to live with that
A
Same situation get it how you live bitch
Am
Worth a couple comments, you
A
Am
ain't even average
A
I'm flexin with d7,
Am
A
Free my nigga boosie, I'm
a fuckin savage
Verse 7
Am
[Hook] I'm rocking
rollies, I'm
talking 3 of those
Bad bitches, I got plenty of those
Diamond grill, I came through the ghost
A
Am
I'm riding 6's, I can do the 4's
Keep it real till I die, put it on my set
Keep it real till I die, put it on my set
Thumbing through them bands,
Bb
I be playing with the checks
Am
Keep it real till I die, put it on my set,
Outro 1
squad!
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AccordsAm A Bb