Тональность: C major
Verse 1
C
G
Em
G
Yeah, we be on this side,
Em
C
yeah, we be on this side
Em
Yeah, yeah (hahaha, Nick,
Yeah, we be on this side, yeah,
Em
D
Yeah, yeah (we love you, Tecca)
G
We on this side (Internet Money,
bitch), yeah, we be on this side
C
Yeah, we be on this side, yeah,
Em
D
G
C
we be on this side
Verse 2
C
How you get cropped out the picture?
Em
G
Doin' shit you ain't ever seen,
And she be off a bean, no filter
Em
G
Tell me what I gotta do to get that
Em
Everything seems so smooth, so cool
G
Know I'ma stay real but
C
I don't know about you
Em
Yeah, I don't know about you
G
If I go M.I.A. just know it's
Verse 3
Em
Bitches, they be flockin' to the left side
G
Em
they be flockin' to the bread, right
C
If it don't work first, do it ten times
Em
D
Before you see that green
light, you see that red light
C
I could text them, yeah, I won't text send
Em
D
And I won't love a thot, yeah,
G
that's what Tec said
C
All these dollar bills,
turn 'em to my best friend
Em
D
If I send 'em shooters,
G
let 'em know who sent them, yeah
C
Whoa, yeah, on the real,
G
Em
I really had to be real with you
C
Whoa, yeah, on the real,
D
G
C
she don't even need no filter
Verse 4
C
How you get cropped out the picture?
G
Doin' shit you ain't ever seen, my nigga
C
And she be off a bean, no filter
Em
G
Tell me what I gotta do to get that
C
mixture (yeah, whoa)
Everything seems so smooth, so cool
G
Know I'ma stay real but
C
I don't know about you
Em
Yeah, I don't know about you
Am
If I go M.I.A. just know it's
D
C
not about you
Verse 5
In my penthouse, I been vibing on the west side (west side)
Em
it took a while to get my bread right
C
You might think she average but
Bm
shawty my type (my type)
Em
D
Her body started looking
better 'cause the head right
C
I know I'm from the Six but I'm from the
west end (west end)
Em
D
But I can hit your girl and she gon'
G
C
bring her best friend (let's go)
Tryna stay low- key, my boys be
Em
bringing packs in (oh)
D
G
I don't gotta front, they know I get the
C
backend (yeah, whoa, yeah, yeah)
G
On the real, I just had to be real
C
with you (yeah, whoa)
D
I just popped a bean and I'ma
C
speak with no filter (whoa)
You ain't trust my vision,
now you cropped out the picture
Em
D
Paid for all your cases like I
G
did that shit with you
C
I don't got no filter,
I'm never comin' to get you (whoa)
Em
D
If you just kept it real,
G
C
I would be countin' up with you (kept it real)
I'm a one man army and I see
hate on my radar
Em
D
Ready for the smoke, I
C
Smokin' weed all day, I'm kicked
up watchin' the playoffs
D
'Cause I'm still makin' money
C
when I'm takin' a day off
Verse 6
Em
How you get cropped out the picture?
G
Doin' shit you ain't ever seen, my nigga
C
Em
And she be off a bean, no filter
D
G
Tell me what I gotta do to get that
C
mixture (yeah, whoa)
Em
Everything seems so smooth, so cool
D
G
Know I'ma stay real but
C
I don't know about you
Em
Yeah, I don't know about you
D
If I go M.I.A. just know it's
How you get cropped out the picture?
Em
Doin' shit you ain't ever seen, my nigga
Asus4
G
And she be off a bean, no filter
Tell me what I gotta do to get that mix
Em
C
ture (yeah, whoa)
Everything seemed so smooth, so cool
Em
C
Know I'ma stay real but
Em
I don't know about you
A
D
G
Yeah, I don't know about you
D
If I go M.I.A. just know it's not about you
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