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Money So Big
Yeat
Key : F#m
Capo
[Chorus (1)]
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F#m      D                           C#
   Yeah, my money big body, my money Tonka
           F#m
No I don't need you, I really don't want you
D                                 C#
My money be twerkin', my money do dances (Woah)
F#m
Yeah, shut up
D                                  C#
I already heard you, I don't wanna answer
          F#m                               D
You ruin everything you touch, you a cancer (Yeah, yeah)
C#               F#m
Yeah, I'm on the side where we win, no
D                                C#
You not that guy 'cause I'm him, yeah
            F#m                              D                      C#
I ride that big body right out the lot, it's a GLE, came with a tint
                   F#m                                   D                           
I don't wanna hear none of the shit that you sayin', you cap out your chinnychinchin 
C#
(None)
                F#m                            D                                C#
I'm rockin' the latest designer, the finest of fur, that's that chinchilla skin (Yeah)
           F#m                                D                             C#
They tryna copy the wave and I told them they can't even surf a wave on it, yeah
                 F#m                                       D                           
They steady been copying my sound, they some birds, they a parrot if I'm being honest, 
C#
yeah
             F#m
Why you been cappin' 'bout your whole life?
D                                C#
How is you rappin' 'bout a whole lie?
             F#m                                      D                          C#
How you stay rappin' 'bout these damn drugs you ain't ever tried once your whole life? 
(Cap)

[Verse]
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F#m                      D                                       C#
Yeah, these kids is some motherfuckin' burgers, I'm callin' them Five Guys
F#m                   D                             C#        F#m
Yeah, these kids frier than a grease ball, yeah, he friedfried
              D                                       C#
I just pulled up in that Bentley, that bitch got them frog eyes
F#m                     D                            C#
They tryna bite the swag but they bitches biting our dicks
        F#m                         D                         C#
I count every time she sucked me up, this a hundred and sixty licks (Woah)
           F#m                         D                                 C#
Can't even count the songs I made in a month, that's a hundred and sixty hits
          F#m                    D                            C#
They say, "Yeat, you keep on evolving, how you so steady with it?"
          F#m                         D                           C#
They say, "Yeat, how your pockets swollen? You gotta show me that shit"
                          F#m
'Bout to tell you how I'm doin' and shit
D                     C#                      F#m
I got the devil on my phone, he told me, keep doin' this shit
                   D
Yeah, devil taught me how to get rich
      C#              F#m
Yeah, how many bands? sixsix
                    D
Twizz in a minivan, couple of big sticks
               C#                    F#m
Bitch 'bout to ride me like she on a RipStik
                 D                                  C#                           
Yeah, they said, "What's that red on your chest?" I told 'em, "that's your bitch 
F#m
lipstick"
      D                            C#                    F#m
Yeah, I pulled up in a Tonka and a helicopter, I'm goin' nuts
      D                        C#                     F#m
Yeah, I had a fifty band and I turned it to a honeybun
                       D                                    C#                        
Didn't even need to go sign me a deal for these flawless diamonds, bitch, I'm already 
F#m
up 
                          D                                    C#                      
I got a lil' thotty, that bitch is the baddest, she up in that coupe on me, suckin' me 
F#m
up 

[Chorus (2)]
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      D                           C#
Yeah, my money big body, my money Tonka
           F#m
No I don't need you, I really don't want you
D                                 C#
My money be twerkin', my money do dances (Woah)
F#m
Yeah, shut up
D                                  C#
I already heard you, I don't wanna answer
          F#m                               D
You ruin everything you touch, you a cancer (Yeah, yeah)
C#               F#m
Yeah, I'm on the side where we win, no
D                                C#
You not that guy 'cause I'm him, yeah
            F#m                              D                      C#
I ride that big body right out the lot, it's a GLE, came with a tint
                   F#m                                   D                           
I don't wanna hear none of the shit that you sayin', you cap out your chinnychinchin 
C#
(None)
                F#m                            D                                C#
I'm rockin' the latest designer, the finest of fur, that's that chinchilla skin (Yeah)
           F#m                                D                             C#
They tryna copy the wave and I told them they can't even surf a wave on it, yeah
                 F#m                                       D                           
They steady been copying my sound, they some birds, they a parrot if I'm being honest, 
C#
yeah
             F#m
Why you been cappin' 'bout your whole life?
D                                C#
How is you rappin' 'bout a whole lie?
             F#m                                      D                          C#
How you stay rappin' 'bout these damn drugs you ain't ever tried once your whole life? 
(Cap)

[Outro]
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F#m | D | C# | F#m | D | C# | F#m | D | C# | F#m | D | C# 
F#m | D | C# | F#m | D | C# 
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