Тональность: C major•
Verse 1
F
C
Am
C
Yeah, we be on this side,
Am
F
yeah, we be on this side
Am
Yeah, yeah (hahaha, Nick,
Yeah, we be on this side, yeah,
Am
G
Yeah, yeah (we love you, Tecca)
C
We on this side (Internet Money,
bitch), yeah, we be on this side
F
Yeah, we be on this side, yeah,
Am
G
C
F
we be on this side
Verse 2
F
How you get cropped out the picture?
Am
C
Doin' shit you ain't ever seen,
And she be off a bean, no filter
Am
C
Tell me what I gotta do to get that
Am
Everything seems so smooth, so cool
C
Know I'ma stay real but
F
I don't know about you
Am
Yeah, I don't know about you
C
If I go M.I.A. just know it's
Verse 3
Am
Bitches, they be flockin' to the left side
C
Am
they be flockin' to the bread, right
F
If it don't work first, do it ten times
Am
G
Before you see that green
light, you see that red light
F
I could text them, yeah, I won't text send
Am
G
And I won't love a thot, yeah,
C
that's what Tec said
F
All these dollar bills,
turn 'em to my best friend
Am
G
If I send 'em shooters,
C
let 'em know who sent them, yeah
F
Whoa, yeah, on the real,
C
Am
I really had to be real with you
F
Whoa, yeah, on the real,
G
C
F
she don't even need no filter
Verse 4
F
How you get cropped out the picture?
C
Doin' shit you ain't ever seen, my nigga
F
And she be off a bean, no filter
Am
C
Tell me what I gotta do to get that
F
mixture (yeah, whoa)
Everything seems so smooth, so cool
C
Know I'ma stay real but
F
I don't know about you
Am
Yeah, I don't know about you
Dm
If I go M.I.A. just know it's
G
F
not about you
Verse 5
In my penthouse, I been vibing on the west side (west side)
Am
it took a while to get my bread right
F
You might think she average but
Em
shawty my type (my type)
Am
G
Her body started looking
better 'cause the head right
F
I know I'm from the Six but I'm from the
west end (west end)
Am
G
But I can hit your girl and she gon'
C
F
bring her best friend (let's go)
Tryna stay low- key, my boys be
Am
bringing packs in (oh)
G
C
I don't gotta front, they know I get the
F
backend (yeah, whoa, yeah, yeah)
C
On the real, I just had to be real
F
with you (yeah, whoa)
G
I just popped a bean and I'ma
F
speak with no filter (whoa)
You ain't trust my vision,
now you cropped out the picture
Am
G
Paid for all your cases like I
C
did that shit with you
F
I don't got no filter,
I'm never comin' to get you (whoa)
Am
G
If you just kept it real,
C
F
I would be countin' up with you (kept it real)
I'm a one man army and I see
hate on my radar
Am
G
Ready for the smoke, I
F
Smokin' weed all day, I'm kicked
up watchin' the playoffs
G
'Cause I'm still makin' money
F
when I'm takin' a day off
Verse 6
Am
How you get cropped out the picture?
C
Doin' shit you ain't ever seen, my nigga
F
Am
And she be off a bean, no filter
G
C
Tell me what I gotta do to get that
F
mixture (yeah, whoa)
Am
Everything seems so smooth, so cool
G
C
Know I'ma stay real but
F
I don't know about you
Am
Yeah, I don't know about you
G
If I go M.I.A. just know it's
How you get cropped out the picture?
Am
Doin' shit you ain't ever seen, my nigga
Dsus4
C
And she be off a bean, no filter
Tell me what I gotta do to get that mix
Am
F
ture (yeah, whoa)
Everything seemed so smooth, so cool
Am
F
Know I'ma stay real but
Am
I don't know about you
D
G
C
Yeah, I don't know about you
G
If I go M.I.A. just know it's not about you
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