This song is from the album i am > i was(2018), released on 21 December 2018.
Scale: G Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 74 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Cm F Cm F [PRE-CHORUS] F How much money you got? (Straight up) F How much money you got? (Straight up) F How much money you got? (Straight up) F How much money you got? (A lot) [CHORUS] Cm How much money you got? (A lot) Cm How many problems you got? (A lot) Cm How many people done doubted you? (A lot) Cm Left you out to rot? (A lot) F How many pray that you flop? (A lot) F How many lawyers you got? (A lot) F How many times you got shot? (A lot) F How many niggas you shot? (A lot) Cm How many times did you ride? (A lot) Cm How many niggas done died? (A lot) Cm How many times did you cheat? (A lot) Cm How many times did you lie? (A lot) F How many times did she leave? (A lot) F How many times did she cry? (A lot) F How many chances she done gave you? F Fuck around with these thots (A lot) www.chordzone.org [VERSE] Cm Every day that I'm alive, I’ma ride with the stick Cm I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich F Told my brothers take my breath if I turn to a snitch F But I'm 21 forev’, ain't no way I'ma switch [POST-CHORUS] Cm Break it down, I break it down Cm I break it down, I break it down Cm I break it down, I break it down Cm I break it down, I break it down F Break it down, I break it down F I break it down, I break it down F I break it down, I break it down F I break it down, I break it down [VERSE] Cm Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks Cm My heart so cold I could put it in my cup F Gang vs. the world, me and my dawg, it was us F Then you went and wrote a statement, F And that really fucked me up Cm My brother lost his life and it turned me to a beast Cm My brother got life and it turned me to the streets F I been through the storm and it turned me to a G F But the other side was sunny, I get paid to rap on beats [CHORUS] Cm How much money you got? (A lot) Cm How many problems you got? (A lot) Cm How many people done doubted you? (A lot) Cm Left you out to rot? (A lot) F How many pray that you flop? (A lot) F How many lawyers you got? (A lot) F How many times you got shot? (A lot) F How many niggas you shot? (A lot) Cm How many times did you ride? (A lot) Cm How many niggas done died? (A lot) Cm How many times did you cheat? (A lot) Cm How many times did you lie? (A lot) www.chordzone.org F How many times did she leave? (A lot) F How many times did she cry? (A lot) F How many chances she done gave you? F Fuck around with these thots (A lot) [BRIDGE] Cm Break it on down, I break it on down Cm I break it on down, I break it on down F Yeah, I just came from the A F I drove back home, six hour drive, six and a half Cm Before I left I stopped by Cm To see my nigga 21 in the studio Cm F He had two of his kids with him right in the studio, F That's when I knew F You a stand up nigga, I love seein' shit like that [VERSE] F Question Cm How many faking they streams? (A lot) Cm Getting they plays from machines (A lot) Cm I can see behind the smoke and mirrors Cm Niggas ain't really big as they seem (Hmm) F I never say anything (Nah), everybody got they thing (True) F Some niggas make millions, other niggas make memes (Hmm) Cm I'm on a money routine Cm I don't want smoke, I want cream Cm I don’t want no more comparisons Cm This is a marathon and I’m aware F I been playing it back from a lack of promotions F I never was one for the bragging and boasting F I guess I was hoping the music would speak for itself, F But the people want everything else Cm Okay, no problem, I'll show up on everyone album Cm You know what the outcome will be Cm I’m batting a thousand Cm It's got to the point that these rappers Don't even like rappin' with me F Fuck it ’cause my nigga 21 Savage just hit me F And told me he saved me a spot on a new record he got F He call it "a lot," I open my book and I jot Cm Pray for Tekashi, they want him to rot Cm I picture him inside a cell on a cot Cm 'Flectin' on how he made it to the top Cm Wondering if it was worth it or not F I pray for Markelle 'cause they fucked up his shot F Just want you to know that you got it, my nigga F Though I never met you, I know that you special F And that the Lord blessed you, don't doubt it, my nigga Cm Dennis Smith, Jr., stay solid, my nigga Cm I'm on a tangent, not how I planned it Cm I had some fans that hopped and abandoned ship Cm When they thought that I wasn't gone pan out, F I got a plan F They say that success is the greatest revenge, tell all your friends F Cole on a mission, cementin' the spot as the greatest who did it F Before it all ends, nigga [CHORUS] Cm How much money you got? (A lot) Cm How many problems you got? (A lot) Cm How many people done doubted you? (A lot) Cm Left you out to rot? (A lot) F How many pray that you flop? (A lot) F How many lawyers you got? (A lot) F How many times you got shot? (A lot) F How many niggas you shot? (A lot) Cm How many times did you ride? (A lot) Cm How many niggas done died? (A lot) Cm How many times did you cheat? (A lot) Cm How many times did you lie? (A lot) F How many times did she leave? (A lot) F How many times did she cry? (A lot) F How many chances she done gave you? F Fuck around with these thots (A lot) [OUTRO] Break it on down, I break it on down I break it on down, I break it on down I break it down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down I break it on down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down I break it down, I break it down, I br-
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