This song is originally in the key of G Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 75 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Original Key: G Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 75 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Gm F Eb F x2 . (Damn, Dior, this shit crazy) (Get that bag, Getro) [PRE CHORUS] Gm Uh, dyin' 'bout that money, you know hustlin' kills Gm F Deservin' what I got, I put in work for years Eb I hope Fred know I miss him, but he never call me Eb F Wish my nigga would've passed away from natural causes Gm Givin' up on bein' happy 'cause them devils on me Gm F All I know is grab my ratchet every fuckin' mornin' Eb Lambo' tires, they grip the street, them bitches hug the corner Eb F Rich ass rapper, police think I got a fifty on 'em Gm I see diamonds in your eye every time that you cry, Gm F it says, "Why you so emotional?" Eb All that money couldn't save me, thеy make me mad enough, Eb F thеn I'ma go spin out a Bentley truck www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Gm Rich and dangerous Gm F Yeah, yeah, rich and dangerous Eb Yeah, yeah, rich and dangerous Eb Yeah, yeah Eb Yeah, yeah F Yeah, yeah [VERSE] Gm Shorty can't leave, she stalkin' Gm Can't give up, I'm ballin' Gm F Whoever hang with him, we get him, we don't have a target Eb I been in LA, but dog, the trenches where my heart at Eb F These niggas ain't felt no pain, these niggas just play hurt like a car wreck Gm At night, I pray to God that he protect me from that cold cell Gm F Remember I was posted on the wall just like a doorbell Eb Everything change, remember Duke was standin' right here Eb F Pistol in my hand, it take too long to get to my hip [PRE CHORUS] Gm Uh, dyin' 'bout that money, you know hustlin' kills Gm F Deservin' what I got, I put in work for years Eb I hope Fred know I miss him, but he never call me Eb F Wish my nigga would've passed away from natural causes Gm Givin' up on bein' happy 'cause them devils on me Gm F All I know is grab my ratchet every fuckin' mornin' Eb Lambo' tires, they grip the street, them bitches hug the corner Eb F Rich ass rapper, police think I got a fifty on 'em Gm I see diamonds in your eye every time that you cry, Gm F it says, "Why you so emotional?" Eb All that money couldn't save me, thеy make me mad enough, Eb F thеn I'ma go spin out a Bentley truck www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Gm Rich and dangerous Gm F Yeah, yeah, rich and dangerous Eb Yeah, yeah, rich and dangerous Gm F Yeah, yeah, rich and dangerous Eb Yeah, yeah, rich and dangerous Yeah, yeah, rich and— [OUTRO] Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Damn, Dior, this shit crazy)
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