This song is originally in the key of F# Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 96 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Producer: Enrgy Beats,
Writer: Enrgy Beats, Tripstar, Moneybagg Yo , EST Gee,
Original Key: F# Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 96 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] F#m (E E E Enrgy made this one) F#m (Woah) F#m What [VERSE] F#m Penthouse suite, top floor F#m Prices got cheap, we just let 'em go (Woah) F#m Watch my nigga spend a hundred K on a plain watch F#m Told him, "Give me ten more days, I'ma get me one" www.chordzone.org [VERSE] F#m Two hundred occasion (What you do?), I gave 'em (I gave) F#m Thumbin' through the payment in the rental car from Avis (Backend) F#m Withdraw on that Wocky, I shrivel up like a raisin (Real) F#m My nigga Trip black as hell, but he sell caucasian (Jungle fever) [VERSE] F#m White dope, I sell it to my white folks F#m I ain't racist 'bout that paper, I ain't goin' brokе F#m Pint of Hi Tech red (Mud), I put this shit up on yo' head F#m I got bad bitchеs textin' me like, "Where you at?" F#m Walkin' out of St. Regis with fifty in my britches F#m Get the drank dirt cheap when I go cross the bridge (Woah) F#m Count a hundred fifty bucks out, it got me dizzy [VERSE] F#m Spend it, I fucked off a eight and balled with Izzy (Necklace) F#m Let her wear my chain, got my pendant on her titties (Look) F#m Off the yacht, to the jet, just to see the Grizzlies F#m Jason said, "You cuttin' it close", you got a show, you trippin' F#m I'm not missin' that cornbread, be there in a jiffy (Go) [VERSE] F#m They said that it gotta be in you, it can't be on you F#m But I got it in me and it's on me, what you want? (Woah) F#m Poker face, when I see the plug, we talkin' business F#m Plain Richard Millie, so them white folks take me serious F#m In a meetin' wit' 'em, legs crossed, hand on my chin (Grin) F#m Tryna negotiate me a label deal for ten F#m I want in, I won't drop the ball, off every win F#m They be like, "Trip, is you sellin' Fent?" "Nah" F#m Five red bitches, that's a— (Take ya time, hold up) F#m Five red bitches, that's a fan, ball www.chordzone.org [VERSE] F#m Two bricks of soft in the loft F#m Hit it and you winnin' in the kitchen like it's golf (Kitchen like it's golf) F#m Was tryna get it off, so I front him what he bought F#m I don't talk numbers wit' runners, shit, nigga, I'm a boss F#m And we gon' drop you off, talkin' 'bout you ain't tryn' spin F#m I'm throwed, I be thinkin' 'bout a soul when I grin F#m Niggas hoes, I had bow's way before it was a trend (Soft ass nigga) F#m Only rap beef I had, died before it ever begin (On my mama) F#m Real street nigga trappin', gettin' high and smokin' cigs F#m Could turn it back to drop, blow it up and make it big
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