Тональность: A minor•
Verse 1
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
I got some money to spend,
Dm
I got some money to spend
Am
I got some money to spend
Dm
Am
I got some money to spend
Verse 2
I got some money to spend
Am
Man got the habit,
Dm
Am
money pok ing out the bag
I might hop out on it now,
for my city brought it back
Bad bitches bust it down,
always automatic
Got the drink, got the pounds
Why ya playin' with a bad bitch, though?
Dm
Am
Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it
Time to stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it
Verse 3
Am
Dm
I got purp by the liter
I got pounds in the duffel
Am
I got cash in the freezer
Dm
Am
We don't clash in the huddle
Dm
With my dough high smoke dope
Am
Lean, work, bust it open
Hit the block
Then I hit the jeweler, wrist bust it open
Dm
Tip, tip, tip, tip
Am
Tip, tip, tip, tip
Dm
Got the models, got the bottles
Am
Tip, tip, tip, tip
Dm
Bad bitches, marble floors
Am
Tip, tip, tip, tip
Dm
Magic City, calm down
Am
Hit At lanta, me and TIP
Bust it open with her freaky ass
She wanna hear me (tip, tip, tip, tip)
And all my diamonds VVS she
bust it open in the Phantom
Verse 4
Am
Dm
Am
Man got the habit, money poking out the bag
I might hop out on it now,
Dm
Am
for my city brought it back
Bad bitches bust it down,
always automatic
Got the drink, got the pounds
Why ya playin' with a bad bitch, though?
Dm
Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it
Am
Time to stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it
Verse 5
Am
Dm
Am
Tip, tip, tip, tip
Dm
Am
Tip, tip, tip, tip
Dm
Got the models, got the bottles
Am
Tip, tip, tip, tip
Dm
Bad bitches, marble floors
Am
Tip, tip, tip, tip
Dm
Magic City, calm down
Am
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP
Verse 6
Am
Dm
New cheese, revenue
Am
I got big stacks set on Avenue
And any sucker violate
Dm
me, I'ma hate to do it
But I still get him whacked
Am
for a band or two
Hey nigga really though?
Dm
I ain't back and forth with you,
Am
we ain't on a tennis court
a nigga talk then, well you sell now,
how the business though?
What a let down
Dm
Am
A nigga warning, danger,
get what they came for
Shooter totin' them flamethrower
Known to hit what they aim for
Cocaine Lord, marijuana don
You watchin' mine, here's a 101
Got a hundred stacks of a hundred ones
Plus a hundred hundreds,
rack the stacks and stacks on one another
I keep grillin' Hummer,
for a hundred bands
I seen families turn they backs
on one another
Sister shoot her brother, mother kill her daughter,
man this shit is awful, huh
Verse 7
Am
Dm
Am
Man got the habit, money poking out the bag
Dm
I might hop out on it now,
Am
for my city brought it back
Dm
Bad bitches bust it down,
Got the drink, got the pounds
Dm
Am
Why ya playin' with a bad bitch,
though?
Dm
Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Time to stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it
Am
Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Time to stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it
Verse 8
Dm
Am
Tip, tip, tip, tip
Dm
Am
Dm
Tip, tip, tip, tip
Am
Dm
Got the models, got the bottles
Am
Tip, tip, tip, tip
Dm
Bad bitches, marble floors
Am
Tip, tip, tip, tip
Dm
Magic City, calm down
Am
Hit Atlanta, me and TIP
Outro 1
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
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