Тональность: A minor
Verse 1
Am
Em
G
F
Am
Where my money at?
Blowing in the wind
cause my pocket took a dim
Where'd it go?
Am
Can I get a payday?
I don't know maybe
Em
In these times of shade,
G
ain't no diamonds for my baby
Now where's my cake at?
These streets are scraping scrap
F
Sell this, sell that
But still there ain't no bacon burnin',
Em
Gotta feed this hunger, full of cheese
Cause they bleedin'
every ounce outta me
G
My mental waves is flowin',
no turnin' back
F
Gotta ride with the pack
Am
Legend invested me a stack
Fifty one fifty,
Em
a new rover on the back
G
Fakers will hate you
and crickets will bait you
But don't let it break ya,
F
keep that third eye open
Not your nose,
Am
watch the ones who just trippy toe
Let the money flow,
Em
and stay deep in your peep show
G
Another se quel, flyin' like an eagle
F
Keep it on a D -Low,
so they can't find your steelo
Am
Where my money at?
Blowing in the wind
cause my pockets are too thin
Where'd it go?
F
Am
Where is my dough? my money at?
Blowing in the wind
cause my pockets are too thin
Where'd it go?
Am
The higher the year,
the harder the time
Em
Running blind, looking for a 9 to 5
will they put me back on the streets?
F
Cause with a job, there's no guarantees
Am
So I gotta hustle, and I gotta struggle
Em
Tryin' to get this paper,
one, two, on a double
G
Just wanna be ballin',
creepin' and crawlin'
F
Livin' ghetto fabulous,
that's what I'm talkin'
Am
It's trouble, man
Em
Tryin' to make things fit into the picture
G
It just slips out from ear to ear
Your wallet's leaking buckets of tears
F
And you got to face the biggest fears
Am
They gotta act, legal tender
My vendor,
Em
why do I have to go to the re -enter?
G
To get my cheese and pay fees
F
I just want a loving family
and a dog with no fleas
Am
Where my money at?
Blowing in the wind
cause my pockets are too dim
Am
Where my money at?
Blowing in the wind
cause my pockets are too dim
Where'd it go?
G
Am
Got a job, I work 5 days a week,
Em
C
G
still can't pay bills, not sweet
I can't understand it man,
F
why I can't make it last
G
Am
Eating trash, living week to week,
check to check
Em
I wonder what's next,
or what should I expect
G
I get on the bus, but it's too rich
F
G
I must walk and I fall into a ditch
Am
Being broke ain't a funny thing
Em
Figures still trying to
get their cash and things
G
Salt starts tasting sweet to me
F
And coffee is bitter and sweet to me
Am
And you ain't heard nothin' yet
Em
When I come through, it's like, who is you
G
Still tryna check them in,
F
but it ain't enough to lend
Am
Where my money at?
Blowin' in the wind
cause my pockets up your d**k
Where it go?
Am
Where my money at?
Blowin' in the wind
cause my pockets up your d**k
Where'd it go?
G
Am
Where my money at?
Blowing in the wind
G
cause my pockets are too thin
Where my money at?
Where'd it go?
Am
Where my money at?
Blowing in the wind
G
cause my pockets are too thin
Where my money at?
Where'd it go?
G
Am
Em
Wear my dope, wear my dope, yeah
G
Wear my dope, yeah, huh
F
Wear my dope, yeah, huh
Wear my dope
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