This song is from the album Drip Season 3, released on 02 February 2018. The vocals are by Lil Baby , Lil Durk, the music is produced by DannyProdThis, Lil Durk , Lil Baby, and the lyrics are written by DannyProdThis.
This song is originally in the key of E Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 66 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
This song is originally in the key of E Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 66 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Original Key: E Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 66 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Em C . (Danny) Em Why the fuck they put my business on the blogs? Em Sisters know they never gotta get a job Em Brodie said he rather spin shit and rob C Damn dawg, he ain't playing dawg C That's your plan dawg? C This your man dawg, fuck both of them, I want 'em all gone [VERSE] Em Shit been get shaky, I'm staying where I'm safe at Em Couple spots, I don't know where I stay at Em Why would you play and you know we don't play that? Em Flipping words when you know I ain't say that C I been good, so I'm guessing it's pay back C Smoking woods in the back of the Maybach D I'm the hero, so they gotta face that D Hit Dior, where the fuck is my cape at? Em I'm on a other one, bought another car, then another one Em Bank account likе I just won a settlement Em Sippin Wock', I'm addictеd to medicine C Pockets on elephant, large C D I get two pretty women to come kick it with me at the penthouse, we'll have a ménage D Em I'll go in any nigga city, bunch of killers with, me everybody got a rod Em Swear I'll nod off 'fore I fall off, this that drank talk, oh yeah Em C Fifteen foreign cars when I pop out, I run ATL C When I get older, I might have back problems, C D these Cuban links big as hell D Em I done fucked M's up with these lawyers tryna get my niggas outta jail Em Five hundred racks for a bond, do whatever for brodie, Em we came up from cars that was stolen Em Before it drop, I'ma have it, on top of this fashion, Em I'm staying in touch with the owners C You stab me right in my back when you could've C just asked me what happened, when you be disloyal D We sharing all of this shit, from the money, D to cars, to the hoes, it don't matter the order Em One of my niggas got out and another went in, Em swear I'm getting sick and tired of that order Em I see you drowning, I'm coming to help you, Em I'm risking it all, I'ma die in that water C I'm rich as fuck, I can do what I wanna C Came over sober, she left here a stoner C She know she fell asleep inside the condo, C but I fuck her like I'm fresh up off the corner www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Em I can't change, I'm stuck in my ways Em Poppin' half a half, I'm up for a day Em Oh you getting money now? Okay Em Tell him don't play with you, okay Em C I'm proud of you, you supposed to be proud of me too C I do everything that I can do C Make it happen, don't make an excuse C I sure improved C I'm the one and not the two, yeah Em Lot of money on you now, yeah Em Shit together, gotta count, yeah Em Glad you took a different route, yeah Em Tryna buy your folks a house, yeah C Glad you really made it out, yeah C You can't sit and wait around, yeah D Gotta get up and get out, yeah D You gotta get this shit now, yeah [VERSE] Em I got a Cullinan 'cause I just wanted one Em I run up a check and look out for my brother son Em I asked DeDe Trig and that nigga was stuttering Em I knew him for years and he don't know my government C You can't come around if you keep on recording me C I'm trappin', you trappin', that shit be a tournament D Voice of the trenches, nah, I couldn't be a journalist D I pour up a cup with the niggas who murder Em But I ain't gon' hold you, nigga had told what I told Em Niggas be using emotions, saying I'm bogus Em I was just down on my back, I couldn't send cash, I wrote you C My brother did ten, got out of jail, I'm glow C I take care of my block, I'm 'posed to D I'm done fucking hoes who local D Pop me a ten, I ain't feel it D I gotta go boot up another dose Em Ask, can I leave them streets alone? Em Bro went to jail, and I got him a phone Em Just 'cause he think 'cause he lost his motion Em My brother think he ain't coming home C Fentanyl and felonies getting you gone C I switch on a nickel, I feel like a stone D The niggas who died, I never respond D I'm slapping the bitches who don't listen to Von www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Em I can't change, I'm stuck in my ways Em Poppin' half a half, I'm up for a day Em Oh you getting money now? Okay Em Tell him don't play with you, okay Em C I'm proud of you, you supposed to be proud of me too C I do everything that I can do C Make it happen, don't make an excuse C I sure improved C I'm the one and not the two, yeah Em Lot of money on you now, yeah Em Shit together, gotta count, yeah Em Glad you took a different route, yeah Em Tryna buy your folks a house, yeah C Glad you really made it out, yeah C You can't sit and wait around, yeah D Gotta get up and get out, yeah D You gotta get this shit now, yeah
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