This single was released on 21 December 2023. The vocals are by Central Cee, the music is produced by Chris Rich , Caleb Bryant, and the lyrics are written by Central Cee.
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 72 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
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 72 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Original Key: G 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] Gm Do you know what? Gm The trap still runnin', it's never turnin' off Gm Different product, same hustle mentality Gm The only difference is Gm You pay taxes on it and feds can't kick off your door Gm (We put the trap in entrepreneur) [VERSE] Gm We was flyin' up O with white, Gm we was buildin' lines, now it's clothing lines Gm I sell tees and my darg sell T's as well, but his ain't got no design Gm (One—) One eighty for the tracksuit, Gm go somewhere else if it's overpriced Gm New genеration don't know how to trap 'cause they all getting high off thеir own supply Gm (Trap—) Trap house in the woods where the bando's haunted, it's supernatural, poltergeist Gm Witnessed things that I wish that I didn't, like crackheads overdose then die Gm Bad B's curvin' the kid back then when I weren't so lit, I was broke them times Gm Bitch, would you ride on the back of a bus? Gm What 'bout on the front of a stolen bike? Gm Soho pitchin' coke to the gay men, I'll serve anyone, I got a open mind Gm No complaints when it comes to the customer service, I pick up the phone polite Gm See man fall in love with the white, Billie Eilish, 'cause they got ocean eyes Gm Set up a shop, then it's open twenty four hours, we don't have a closin' time www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Gm (We put the—) We put the trap in the entrepreneur Gm All of the time we spent in the field, woulda thought I got me a Ballon d'Or Gm I'm stackin', not droppin' a bag in Dior Gm (Went from a—) Went from a Toyota Yaris to Urus, I still got the same work rate as before (Work rate as before) Gm Two years that I ain't been home, seven hundred and thirty days on tour [VERSE] Gm It was Nokia ringtones, pickin' up phones Gm No private calls, now it's microphones Gm I think that I got bipolar disorder, the way I'm going through highs and lows Gm (In—) Insta' full up with IG models and back in the day, I would Skype these hoes Gm My girl try hack my iCloud, when I logged in, gotta hide my code Gm Tryna get in through face recognition when I was asleep and my eyes were closed, huh Gm If she ain't got nothin' to hide, might make her my wife, yeah, I might propose Gm How many lies got told? Gm Don't believe in the hype, it's false Gm Bro died, he was still in his teens Gm The chance is slim of me dyin' old Gm I won't lie, it's me or them (Or them) Gm Slime shit, I'ma wipe his nose Gm Unbankin' packs and touches faeces, I was OT, you would find it gross Gm Now it's five star hotels, Michelin star dinin', I might rise a toast Gm New generation would die for clout Gm They'll do anything for a viral post www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Gm (We put the—) We put the trap in the entrepreneur Gm All of the time we spent in the field, woulda thought I got me a Ballon d'Or Gm I'm stackin', not droppin' a bag in Dior Gm (Went from a—) Went from a Toyota Yaris to Urus, I still got the same work rate as before (Work rate as before) Gm Two years that I ain't been home, seven hundred and thirty days on tour
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