Tonalité : G major
Verse 1
E
Am
Bm
D
A
Am
Turn that motherfucker louder,
she's the rock and the small fucker,
F
Am
F
Gm
B .I .H.
Ab
G
Ab
G
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce,
bounce, bounce, bounce
Now do my ladies run this motherfucker?
Ab
G
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Do my thugs run this motherfucker?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gm
G
Do my ladies run it,
that ass is a flat stomach
Throw a hand in the air if it's a year,
Gm
the woman on my dogs run it
G
Let em know that you still gun it,
throw a drink in the air
Gm
Let em know you still can 't
G
thuggin' new, few of my mans,
scoop you and your friends
Gm
You, you and you with the
Timbs and tight jeans
G
Chinese eyes,
Indian hair, black girl ass
Gm
Let me pour you a glass of
G
Belvie, tell me all about your past
Let me console your soul
Gm
while I palm your as s
G
And your man did what, he ain't give you
He cheated with her, I can't dis do
I tell you this, don't get with this dude I teach you about dope,
and show you what this do
It's a secret society, all we ask is trust
But I don't freeze wrists,
Gm
I just tease bitches
G
Break up happy homes, just seize misses
You never get a back, once you get a yap
Cm
G
How you love that?
Gm
G
Ab
How you love that?
G
Gm
G
Do my ladies run this motherfucker?
Ab
G
Yeah, yeah, on
Do my thugs run this motherfucker?
Gm
Yeah, yeah, come on
G
Do my ladies run it?
Fat asses and fat stomachs
Throw a hand in the air if it's the year
The woman on my door running
Let them know that you still gunning
Throw a drink in the air,
Gm
let them know you still thugging
G
And yo, backwoods rollin'
Ab
Rap, you can't hold em'
Rock gear matchin',
G
cruisin' through
Manhattan
Gm
G
Ab
Bleak is chillin', murder is chillin'
What more can I say?
G
We still killin' em'
Packs, we still dealin' em'
Four wheels, we wheelin' them
chicks like I'm feelin' them
Gm
Yeah, my, okay, black jeans and
G
Timbaland, give them adrenaline rush
Ladies know the difference
between them niggas and us
We the
R -O -C, and we don't stop
They don't make a gun
that we don't pop
Matter fact, they don't make a car
that we don't drop
Thought you knew,
they don't make juice that we don't cop
But you knew,
you actin' like the rock ain't hot
Or the car that I cop ain't
Gm
missin' the top
G
And even if they don't make drops that kind
Gm
I tear the roof off like I'm
Busta
Rhymes
G
Do my ladies run this motherfucker,
yeah, yeah
Gm
G
Ab
G
Or do my thugs run this motherfucker,
yeah, yeah, yeah
Gm
G
Do my ladies run it, fat asses
and fat stomachs
Throw a hand in the air, if it's the air,
Gm
the woman on my door's running
G
Let em know that you still gunning, throw a drink in their hair,
Gm
let em know you still thuggin'
G
Cm
Ab
My ladies run, just mop up, okay
Fm
Gm
G
Or do my thugs run,
Cm
G
just mop up, okay
Mr.
Ab
G
R -O -C, we don't stop
Gm
Mr.
G
Gm
R -O -C, we don't stop
Ab
G
Cm
Gm
R -O -C, we don't stop
Ab
G
Cm
Ab
I'm at play,
Gm
you understand it, niggas
Ab
G
Cm
Ab
Gm
G
Ab
G
Ab
Gm
This is my ride, haha, haha
Ab
Gm
Cm
Ab
Gm
Ab
G
Cm
Gm
Cm
Thank you.
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