Tonalité : A minor
Intro 1
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
G#m
F#
E
Ain't to many I can trust
Verse 1
Dm
E
I let these rubber bands bust
I got money Ion't even touch
the shit collecting dust
F
A hater gon' say this and that, but
Dm
Am
y'all ready know whats up with us
E
F
I gotta rob with all these guns they
E
F#
E
might just try to stick me up
Dm
E
Dm
Lil hoe trying to give me bonds
E
cause my songs going up
If I ever touch this bitch you know
Dm
E
she must of asked some love
Lil bruh he on the team,
Dm
but the set you know he throw it up
F
E
My boy just called me from the pen
Am
Dm
E
he said "We finally going up"
Verse 2
E
Wrap the shoot I'm on the stage
Dm
E
with that pocket rocket tool
Am
E
So many Milwaukee Bucks
Told a fan is all love,
but just watch how you walk you know
Cause I've been shot and I been
crossed you not quick to buss
Think this shit be sweet you crossed
The line you know theirs repercussion
Come from the mud
Now my condo view the
whole city
Don't need no washing dryer
fuck it add another stove
If they count to the end who want
fire beef a little business
Am
E
They know we keep it silent and
they know we handle whole business
I woke up this morning with
a hundred missed calls
Check came in cleared their was
a hundred racks top
Dm
E
Am
Left out the bank big old bags
Dm
E
hurt my back bone
F
E
Ain't to many I can trust some
Dm
times I feel like I'm alone
Verse 3
Dm
Ain't to many I can trust I let
E
these rubber bands bust
I got money Ion't even touch
Am
the shit collecting dust
E
Am
Dm
A hater gon' say this and that,
Am
but y'all ready know whats up with us
E
Dm
I gotta rob with all these guns they
Am
might just try to stick me up
Dm
F
Lil hoe trying to give me bonds
Dm
E
cause my songs going up
F
If I ever touch this bitch you know
Dm
E
she must of asked some love
Dm
E
Lil bruh he on the team,
Dm
E
but the set you know he throw it up
Dm
E
F
My boy just called me from the pen
Dm
E
he said "We finally going up"
Verse 4
E
All this money coming in,
but I got money pilling up
You know this money sorry
G
Pour up lean and baby ball
E
Got Saint Laurent all over my collar
Dm
Let em count that guala
Am
No I didn't go to College
E
They want verse send deposit
With a hearse I'm dropping body's
Dm
Too many racks I can't even count
E
that shit might give me Alzheimer's
They might just try to cross me,
but that shit like crossing bow wow
Dm
In my hood that shit get live wire
E
it's hot that shit done set on fire
Dm
I pull up in a cat burning tires
E
Dm
My prices going higher
E
Ain't to many I can trust
Verse 5
Dm
I let
E
these rubber bands bust
I got money Ion't even touch
Dm
the shit collecting dust
E
Dm
A hater gon' say this and that, but
E
y'all ready know whats up with us
I gotta rob with all these guns they
might just try to stick me up
Dm
Lil hoe trying to give me bonds
E
cause my songs going up
If I ever touch this bitch you know
Dm
E
she must of asked some love
Dm
Lil bruh he on the team,
E
but the set you know he throw it up
F
Dm
My boy just called me from the pen he said "We
E
finally going up"
Interlude 1
Dm
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G
E
Dm
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G
Verse 6
Dm
Ain't to many I can trust I let
C#m
Dm
E
these rubber bands bust
Dm
I got money Ion't even touch
the shit collecting dust
E
Dm
A hater gon' say this and that,
but y'all ready know whats up with us
E
I got a rob with all these guns
they might just try to stick me up
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