Тональность: E minor•
Intro 1
Em
F#m
G
C
A
Bm
Em
F#m
G
C
A
Bm
Verse 1
Em
Uh, me and my niggas tryna get it,
F#m
ya bish (ya bish)
G
Hit the house lick: tell me, is you wit' it,
Home invasion was persuasive
Bm
Em
From nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bish
(ya bish)
Dreams of livin' life like rappers do
F#m
(like rappers do)
G
Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool
I fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros
Bm
Then Usher Raymond "Let It Burn" came on
Em
("Let Burn" came on)
Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen,
F#m
ya bish (ya bish)
G
Park the car, then we start rhymin',
The only thing we had to free our mind
Bm
Then freeze that verse
when we see dollar signs
Em
(see dollar signs)
You lookin' like a easy come-up,
F#m
ya bish (ya bish)
G
A silver spoon, I know you come from,
And that's a lifestyle that we never knew
Bm
Go at a reverend for the revenue
Chorus 1
Em
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
F#m
G
Pick your poison tell me what you do
Em
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
F#m
G
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
Em
(the one in front of the gun forever)
F#m
G
And I been hustlin' all day,
Em
this a way, that a way
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 (now, now)
F#m
G
A dollar might, just fuck your main bitch,
C
that's just how I feel (now)
A
A dollar might, say fuck them niggas
Bm
that you came with
Em
that's just how I feel (now, now)
F#m
G
A dollar might, just make that lane switch
C
that's just how I feel (now)
A
A dollar might, turn to a million
Bm
and we all rich that's just how I
Verse 2
Em
(feel)
Dreams of living life like rappers do
F#m
(like rappers do)
G
Bump that new E-40 after school
You know big ballin' with my homies
Bm
Earl Stevens had us thinking rational
Em
F#m
Back to reality we poor, ya bish (ya bish)
G
C
Another casualty at war, ya bish (ya bish)
Two bullets in my uncle Tony head
Bm
He said one day I'd be on tour,
Em
ya bish (ya bish)
That Louis Burger never be the same
F#m
(won't be the same)
G
A louis belt will never ease that pain
C
(won't ease that pain)
But I'ma purchase when that day is jerkin'
A
Bm
Pull off at Church's with Pirelli's skirtin'
Em
F#m
Gang signs out the window, ya bish
(ya bish)
G
Em
Hoping all of 'em offend you, ya bish
(ya bish)
They say your hood is a pot of gold
F#m
(a pot of gold)
G
And we gone crash it when nobody's home
Chorus 2
Em
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
F#m
G
Pick your poison tell me what you do
C
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
A
Bm
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
Em
(the one in front of the gun forever)
F#m
G
And I been hustlin' all day,
C
this a way, that a way
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
A
Bm
G
Money trees is the perfect place for
Em
and that's just how I feel (now, now)
F#m
G
A dollar might, just fuck your main bitch,
C
that's just how I feel (now)
A
A dollar might, say fuck them niggas
Bm
that you came with
Em
that's just how I feel (now, now)
F#m
G
A dollar might, just make that lane switch
C
that's just how I feel (now)
A
A dollar might, turn to a million
Bm
and we all rich that's just how I
Bridge 1
Em
(feel) Be the last one out to get this dough?
No way
F#m
G
Love one of you bucket-head hoes?
No way
C
Hit the streets, then we break the code?
No way
A
Bm
Hit the brakes, when they on pa trol? No way
Em
Be the last one out to get this dough?
No way
F#m
G
Love one of you bucket-head hoes?
No way
C
Hit the streets, then we break the code?
No way
A
Bm
Hit the brakes, when they on pa trol? No way
Verse 3
Em
Imagine Rock up in them projects
where them niggas pick your pockets
F#m
G
Santa Claus don't miss them stockings,
liquor spilling pistols popping
Em
Baking soda YOLA whipping,
ain't no turkey on Thanksgiving
F#m
My homeboy just domed a nigga,
G
I just hope the Lord forgive him
Em
Pots with cocaine residue,
everyday 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 'n' 'em,
get the fuck up out my way, bitch
F#m
Got that drum and I got them bands
G
just like a parade, bitch
Em
Drop that work up in the bushes,
hope them boys don't see my stash
F#m
If they do tell the truth,
G
this the last time you might see my ass
C
From the gardens where the grass ain't cut,
them serpents lurking blood
A
Bitches selling pussy,
Bm
niggas selling drugs but it's all good
Em
Broken promises, steal yo' watch
and tell you what time it is
F#m
G
Take your J's and tell you to kick it
where a footlocker is
Em
In the streets with a heater
under my dungarees
F#m
G
Dreams of me getting shaded
under a money tree
Chorus 3
Em
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
F#m
G
Pick your poison tell me what you do
C
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
A
Bm
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
Em
(the one in front of the gun forever)
F#m
G
And I been hustlin' all day,
C
this a way, that a way
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
A
Bm
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
Outro 1
and that's just how I feel
Kendrick, just bring my car back, man
I called in for another appointment
I figured you weren't gonna be
back here on time anyways
Look, shit, shit
I just wanna get out the house, man
This man is on one,
he feelin' good as a motherfucker
Shit, I'm tryna get my thing goin', too
I'm going to Marilyn house,
just bring my car back
Shit, he faded
He feelin' good
Look, listen to him!
('cause you got a big ol' fat ass)
Girl, girl, I want your body,
I want your body, 'cause of that big ol' fat ass
See, he high as hell
Shit, he ain't even trippin' off
them damn dominoes no more
Just bring the car back!
Did somebody say dominoes
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