This song is from the album I Still Dont Feel Nun(2020), released on 18 December 2020. The vocals are by Est Gee , 42 Dugg, the music is produced by Dubba-AA , Greedy Money, and the lyrics are written by Royce Monroe, Dubba-AA, Greedy Money , 42 Dugg.
This song is originally in the key of A Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 90 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
This song is originally in the key of A Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 90 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Vocals: Est Gee , 42 Dugg ,
Producer: Dubba-AA , Greedy Money,
Writer: Royce Monroe, Dubba-AA, Greedy Money , 42 Dugg,
Producer: Dubba-AA , Greedy Money,
Writer: Royce Monroe, Dubba-AA, Greedy Money , 42 Dugg,
Original Key: A Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 90 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Am . Am (This is Greedy Money) Am (Dubba AA flexin') [VERSE] Am Lame niggas wanna hang with us but ain't bang with us Am Slang with us, hanging out the window with them things with us F Gang members, real pain givers like a train hit 'em F Fuck the game up, me and my niggas ran a train in it F Why they playing with us? They know EST the big mob F Gave so many blues to you, they slide throwing Crip signs (You know what it is, This Is The Sound) Am Pill poppin', if I did stop, then I'd miss Quan Am 55 Zoski shooting drive, we ain't scared to die Am Casey seen me laid up, made me cry, thought I lost my eye Am I don't care who with 'em in that ride, everybody die F You ain't one of mine, a thousand on his mind a hundred timеs F He be lying, he ain't outsidе, popping shit on live F Big slime, I'ma give a dime up for the location F Niggas hoes, we gon' tote these poles, fuck probation www.chordzone.org [VERSE] Am Thug nigga, hate them blood niggas, still a Cuz killer Am Drug dealer full of 35, we gon' buy him out Am Made my first M with CMG, like, "What you buy now?" Am All white, I rock Off White, bitch, let's talk prices F Bad bitches spend they last with me, ain't never had one F Thirty bricks for thirty three a piece, I'm tryna grab one F I'm the bad son, Mama say she still love me though F Cameras in the bedroom, it's hard for me to trust these hoes Am Fuck these bows, I done seen a ticket selling bricks, nigga Am How you serving fiends? Bitch, I only sell to rich niggas Am Ass kissing, baby, keep it pushing, I ain't your last nigga Am Fast whips, damn near hit the car, I'm tryna stash shit (Ayy) F Past tense, I got a driver now, but even he know F I keep that nickel on me, so if they whoop me, nigga, keep going F Don't throw them birds to me, that McNabb, I'm like T. Owens F Free yours and free mine, Gotti fightin' a body, bitch Am I hope you beat it three times—you fail, we gon' keep trying Am Quez been sliding, 'til something killed, he gon' keep sliding Am Five double murders, doggy damn near got a graveyard Am Shoutout to the prosecutor, that's the one who saved y'all F Bitch, I'm like, "Who raised y'all?" I don't need no days off F I pick up when that pape' call, bitch www.chordzone.org [VERSE] Yeah, weak dog, fentanyl involved, make the H strong (That H strong, woof) Making plays how I made my name, it ain't take long Droplets of vanilla in my Tech to set the taste off Pull off make me wait long (I ain't wait long), I ain't no sitting duck Second run from scoring with that ice like a hockey puck If you wanna get down, you gotta sacrifice your life to us (You sacrifice your life) Niggas in that field wearing wires like they mic ing up Lackin' got yo' peoples' noodle touched, y'all need to tighten up (Tighten up) We gon' get this money, give a fuck 'bout niggas liking us (Fuck 'bout niggas liking, yeah) Ain't no winning fights with us, you know that we gon' light it up You better have your pipe or something, you must wanna lose your life or something Whipping, all niggas work they wrists like they writing something I brought all my dawgs into that huddle like I'm Mike or something (Like I'm Mike Vick) Police found a face inside a puddle of your lifeless buddy Better have your head on a swivel while in traffic Gangster everywhere except my casket I'm a made man if an opp nigga asking (If a opp nigga asking) With traps in every side county close except for Radcliffe, nigga
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