Tonalité : C# minor•
Intro 1
C#m
A
B
C#m
E
Light it,
Verse 1
A
B
here's some money and my number
C#m
A
Come to the Trump Plaza Hotel nigga,
B
C#m
ask for
A
B
C#m
I respect bloodshed,
A
that's the art of war
And money that's stretched
B
from Beijing to Baltimore
C#m
Back to Boston,
A
E
niggas is clappin' off deck
A
Breezin' through the gutter,
B
you gotta react with caution
C#m
Kill him on the turnpike,
E
back to back with the Porsches
A
Gotta be a hundred
B
when in contact with bosses
C#m
Keep my hustle discreet,
E
no contact, I'm
A
B
Hit the strip joint with like
five stacks and toss it
C#m
Purple smoke in the air,
A
C#m
A
the contact is awesome
Niggas don't want drama
B
cause that nine strap are awesome
C#m
Looking at my man life in hindsight
E
A
He Jordan was the best at what he did
B
Till them boys came and caught him
C#m
Now he gotta spend the re -up money
on a lawyer
A
B
Wifey ain't accepting them charges
when he call her
C#m
Doing this nigga dirty
and my nigga used to spoil her
A
No letters, no visits,
B
can't even see his door
C#m
B
C#m
Now a nigga haulin' his crib,
it's out of order
A
B
Make another run to the corner,
we out of order
C#m
Gangstas don't got it,
get chubby and move to Florida
E
A
Got my soldiers with me,
B
C#m
they ready to move in order
Lifestyle poppin' like the condom broke
A
I'm a magnum nigga,
B
blue Hermes designer coat
C#m
I can make your number one
E
shorty bump a line of coke
A
C#m
A
Had my niggas waitin' at the door
B
in a line of stroke
C#m
We blowin' the finest smoke,
E
hit the gas, adios
A
Besides the bus and the train,
B
C#m
I'm who the bitches ride the most
You these R .I .P's guys?
Voices in my head,
A
feel like I'm a ghost
Shinin' like a star,
B
East blowin' like a diamond glow
C#m
A
I'm the same nigga used
to catch the bus
E
A
B
With my Jansport strapped on,
movin' in a rush
C#m
Break it down quick before
my mother start to fuss
A
B
NFL in my blood, I'ma rep it till I'm dust
C#m
And let the wind take me away, away
A
Get these hoes outta here,
B
they ain't with me to stay
C#m
They've been with us long enough,
A
they've been chillin' all day
E
A
These bitches think it's a game,
B
fall from a arcade
C#m
Light -skinned in New York,
nigga, complexion breakin' hearts
A
B
Smooth uptown flow,
been to Brim,
C#m
get with him, tats on my neck
Money in my pocket,
A
B
all white ones for the summer
like what's poppin'
C#m
Money I got you,
A
E
I scream it like that's all I know
A
B
Until we rich in the garage
like a auto show
C#m
Ain't profit, no,
A
C#m
we bout to kill them with success
E
A
Beans can feel it in the air,
B
I can feel it in my chest
C#m
That's why I'm going hard,
A
E
still ain't no feeling in me left
A
So I get bald to the point,
B
I'm throwing millions at the ref
C#m
Know the bitch is only in the
building for the sex
A
Walking out of Foot Locker,
B
C#m
half a million in my sweats
E
You are now in tune
A
B
with your wifey's favorite DJ DJ
C#m
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B
Ill Will DJ ROCKSTAR
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AccordeurE A D G B E
AccordsC#m A B E
C#m
A
B
E
Capo: 4
Transposer: 0
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