Internet Moneyගේ Lemonade ගීතයට ගිටාර් කෝඩ්ස්

[Intro]
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C#m | B | G#m | A | C#m | B 
G#m | A 

[Pre-Chorus]
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C#m            B
   Xanny bars, suicide door, brand new bag
G#m              A
   College girls give a nigga head in my Rafs
C#m                  B
   Rockstar life,  so much money it'll make you laugh, hey
G#m                                 A                                       C#m      
   These bitches,  they hate, and you can't miss what you never had, hey, hey Off 
         B
the juice,

[Chorus]
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codeine got me trippin'
G#m                 A
   Copped the coupe, woke up, roof is missin'
C#m     B
   Ice, lemonade, my neck was drippin'
G#m     A
   Ice, lemonade, my neck was drippin'

[Verse 1]
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C#m           B
   Addy boys, got some sixties in my bag
G#m                     A
   Lips sealed, I ain't pillow talkin', I'm no rat
C#m               B
   In my earlobe, got two karats, VV S
G#m                A
   Got a penthouse near Rodeo off of stress
C#m                B
   All this money, when I grew up, I had nothing
G#m                    A
   Filled with backstabbers, my old life was disgusting
C#m                        B
   Can't believe it, gotta thank God that I'm livin' comfortably
G#m                          A
   Gettin' checks, I don't believe her, she say she done with me
C#m                    B
   Burned some bridges and I let the fire light the way
G#m                    A
   Kickin' my feet up, left the P Js on a P J
C#m                      B
   Yeah, I'm a big dawg, and I walk around with no leash
G#m               A
   I got water on me, yeah, everything on Fiji





[Verse 2]
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C#m                B
   I'm a rockstar, play guitars, sippin' Wock', hey
G#m          A
   Adderall, fentanyl, Xanax bars, ayy
C#m                     B
   I was fifteen, I was sippin' codeine with my dawg, ayy
G#m                   A
   Did a Percocet, Promethazine, I feel nausey
C#m                     B
   Put up a stick and I hop on a plane
Still in my war ways
G#m                    A
   Shit is so risky, I gotta be gifted
He blessed me with fortune and fame
C#m                         B
   I remember from fifty, I couldn't go back empty
I knew I was stuck to the game
G#m                         A
   I'm loyal and I'll never change
I'm never gon' go against the grain
C#m                          B
I'm never gon' be the one to turn on my brother
When police has got us detained
G#m                          A
   I won't ever love a bitch more than my mother
And that's on my government name
C#m                            B
   I can't be no sucker, ain't hatin' on no one
I wish everybody get paid
G#m                            A
   'Cause we countin' up every day
Gettin' high 'til I land in the grave





[Outro]
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C#m B
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
G#m | A | C#m | B | G#m | A