This single was released on 13 August 2021. The vocals are by Foogiano, the music is produced by Foogiano, and the lyrics are written by SpiffoMadeIt.
This song is originally in the key of D Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 72 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
This song is originally in the key of D Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 72 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Original Key: D Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 72 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Dm Ha Dm Authentic or nothin' (Yeah, I'm done, bitch) Dm Called her friends (Ha) Dm (SpiffoMadeIt, bitch) Ho www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Dm Timing this money, my money abundant Dm I'm in Miami ridin' 'round in a Ghost like I run it Dm Yeah, but you know that I'm strapped, 100K in my lap Dm And I'm on that mud, lickin' so hard that I might cum, my bad Dm Black, inhalin' Off White, if she bad, I might get her a flight Dm Me and Rucci do it good for a night Dm She climb the dick like she was takin' a hike Dm Then rode the dick like she was ridin' a bike Dm Night longer than Jason, I'm in Miami thuggin' with the Haitians Dm Caught a opp down bad on vacation Dm Thought it was a gangster, turned the nigga shakin' [VERSE ONE] Dm Thought he got away, yeah, flew down to Miami Dm Thought he was safe, he was with his family Dm Yeah, I was on the beach, layin' on thе towels, lookin' real rich Dm Yeah, worry 'bout shit, go put that pussy nigga dеad on that ditch Dm First, I save his mama, then I send a dollar Dm Then I sent a bitch, she was bad as hell, I told my bitch to call her Dm Gotta watch my moves, I can't do it sloppy, no Dm Gotta kill that nigga bystander, had too many people watchin' Dm Mmm, well, that nigga got dot, yeah, he was playin' 'bout the bread Dm The only boss man, could've sent my youngin, do this shit myself instead Dm Catch him going to the car, I cocked the hollow to the head Dm I see him take it out of park, I'm finna put that boy to bed, that nigga dead www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Dm Timing this money, my money abundant Dm I'm in Miami ridin' 'round in a Ghost like I run it Dm Yeah, but you know that I'm strapped, 100K in my lap Dm And I'm on that mud, lickin' so hard that I might cum, my bad Dm Black, inhalin' Off White, if she bad, I might get her a flight Dm Me and Rucci do it good for a night Dm She climb the dick like she was takin' a hike Dm Then rode the dick like she was ridin' a bike Dm Night longer than Jason, I'm in Miami thuggin' with the Haitians Dm Caught a opp down bad on vacation Dm Thought it was a gangster, turned the nigga shakin' [VERSE TWO] Dm Car started to move, I gotta move fast Dm I jump in the back, all the pussy niggas seein' my mask Dm Yeah, then out with the Glock, he scared he ain't shot Dm Yeah, I told him to drive before I put your pussy ass in a box Dm Then go to the light, he said, "This ain't right" Dm My mama and daughter, I told 'em I'll be back before it was night Dm Yeah, he asked, "What do you want?" Askin' 'round, "How he ain't bring me no cash?" Dm Do whatever you want, I get home and I'll sell you one stash Dm This shit made me mad, he still tryna play Dm Put the Glock in his face, told the nigga, "Man, you got a date" Dm Yeah, yeah, nigga, you over, you know who it is Dm Know I go for the kill, you with your family, Dm you ain't poppin' a pill, yeah, that shit for real [CHORUS] Dm Timing this money, my money abundant Dm I'm in Miami ridin' 'round in a Ghost like I run it Dm Yeah, but you know that I'm strapped, 100K in my lap Dm And I'm on that mud, lickin' so hard that I might cum, my bad Dm Black, inhalin' Off White, if she bad, I might get her a flight Dm Me and Rucci do it good for a night Dm She climb the dick like she was takin' a hike Dm Then rode the dick like she was ridin' a bike Dm Night longer than Jason, I'm in Miami thuggin' with the Haitians Dm Caught a opp down bad on vacation Dm Thought it was a gangster, turned the nigga shakin' [VERSE THREE] Dm Damn, dammit, why you ain't pay? Boy, then your stupid ass gotta pay Dm Killin' 'bout the tears runnin' down your face Dm Boy, you knew the consequences you'll face Dm Your ass gotta go, ain't go no sorry feelings for your folk Dm Lackin' with it, then we leave your ass alone Dm Pray to God, tell him that you comin' home Dm Ha, now butch you, all right, tell your grandma, mommy I'll take your life Dm Quit layin' on your stupid ass every night Dm Knew that I would catch you when the time was right Dm And timing is great, I put a couple hollows on your face Dm Now it look like ketchup splattered on a plate Dm Tote my pistol, walk away and say my grace Dm Then I walk by his family, they don't know a damn thing that done happened Dm His mama smilin', baby lookin' all happy, girlfriend steady lookin' for the camera Dm He thought it was manly or sweet like some candy Dm Found him slumped on the camera, that's another body dead in Miami [CHORUS] Dm Timing this money, my money abundant Dm I'm in Miami ridin' 'round in a Ghost like I run it Dm Yeah, but you know that I'm strapped, 100K in my lap Dm And I'm on that mud, lickin' so hard that I might cum, my bad Dm Black, inhalin' Off White, if she bad, I might get her a flight Dm Me and Rucci do it good for a night Dm She climb the dick like she was takin' a hike Dm Then rode the dick like she was ridin' a bike Dm Night longer than Jason, I'm in Miami thuggin' with the Haitians Dm Caught a opp down bad on vacation Dm Thought it was a gangster, turned the nigga shakin' [OUTRO] Dm Damn, dammit
Recommended for you: