[Intro]
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Em | F#m | G | C
Bm | D | Em | F#m
G | C | Bm
D
[Verse 1]
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Em
Uh, me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish
F#m G
Hit the house lick, tell me, is you with it, ya bish?
C
Home invasion was persuasive
Bm D
From nine to five, I know it's vacant, ya bish
Em
Dreams of livin' life like rappers do
F#m G
Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool
C
I fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros
Bm D
Then Usher Raymond, "Let It Burn" came on
Em
Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish
F#m G
Park the car, then we start rhymin', ya bish
C
The only thing we had to free our mind
Bm D
Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs
Em
You lookin' like an easy comeup, ya bish
F#m G
A silver spoon, I know you come from, ya bish
C
And that's a lifestyle that we never knew
Bm D
Go at a reverend for the revenue
[Chorus (1)]
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Em
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
F#m G
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
Em
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
F#m G
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
Em F#m G Em
And I been hustlin' all day, thisaway, thataway
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
F#m G
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
Em
And that's just how I feel, nah, nah
F#m G
A dollar might just fuck your main bitch
C
That's just how I feel, nah
Bm
A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with
D Em
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
F#m G
A dollar might just make that lane switch
C
That's just how I feel, nah
Bm
A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich
D Em
That's just how I feel
[Verse 2]
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F#m G
Dreams of livin' life like rappers do Bump that new Efourty after school
C
You know, "Big Ballin' With My Homies"
Bm D
Earl Stevens had us thinkin' rational
Em
Back to reality, we poor, ya bish
F#m G
Another casualty at war, ya bish
C Bm D Em
Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head He said one day I'll be on tour, ya bish That
Louis Burgers never be the same
F#m G C
A Louis belt'll never ease that pain But I'ma purchase when that day is jerkin'
Bm D
Pull off at Church's with Pirellis skrrtin'
Em
Gang signs out the window, ya bish
F#m G
Hopin' all of 'em offend you, ya bish
C
They say your hood is a pot of gold
Bm D
And we gon' crash it when nobody's home
[Chorus (2)]
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Em
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
F#m G
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
C
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
Bm D
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
Em F#m G C
And I been hustlin' all day, thisaway, thataway
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
Bm
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
D Em
And that's just how I feel, nah, nah
F#m G
A dollar might just fuck your main bitch
C
That's just how I feel, nah
Bm
A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with
D Em
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
F#m G
A dollar might just make that lane switch
C
That's just how I feel, nah
Bm
A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich
D
That's just how I feel
[Bridge]
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Em
Be the last one out to get this dough? No way
F#m G
Love one of you bucketheaded hoes? No way
C
Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way
Bm D
Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way
Em
Be the last one out to get this dough? No way
F#m G
Love one of you bucketheaded hoes? No way
C
Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way
Bm D
Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way
[Verse 3]
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Em
'Magine Rock up in them projects where them niggas pick your pockets
F#m G
Santa Claus don't miss them stockings, liquors spillin', pistols poppin'
Em
Bakin' soda, yola whippin', ain't no turkey on Thanksgivin'
F#m G
My homeboy just domed a nigga, I just hope the Lord forgive him
Em
Pots with cocaine residue, every day, I'm hustlin'
F#m G
What else is a thug to do when you eatin' cheese from the government?
Em
Gotta provide for my daughter 'nem, get the fuck up out my way
F#m G
Got that drum and I got them bands just like a parade,
Em
Drop that work up in the bushes, hope them boys don't see my stash
F#m G
If they do, tell the truth, this the last time you might see my ass
C
From the gardens where the grass ain't cut, them serpents lurkin', blood
Bm D
Bitches sellin' pussy, niggas sellin' drugs, but it's all good
Em
Broken promises, steal your watch and tell you what time it is
F#m G
Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a Foot Locker is
C
In the streets with a heater under my dungarees
Bm D
Dreams of me gettin' shaded under a money tree
[Chorus (3)]
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Em
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
F#m G
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
C
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
Bm D
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
Em F#m G C
And I been hustlin' all day, thisaway, thataway
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
Bm
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
And that's just how I feel