This single was released on 12 June 2025. The vocals are by Lil Wayne , Future, Lil Baby, the music is produced by ATL Jacob , RushDee, and the lyrics are written by Lil Wayne, Future, Lil Baby , ATL Jacob.
This song is originally in the key of Eb Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 84 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
This song is originally in the key of Eb Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 84 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Original Key: Eb Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 84 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Ebm Gb Db . Ebm Yeah, yeah, yeah Db Yeah, yeah, yeah (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Ebm Mama, don't worry, I got my pistol Gb Db I'm gettin' my dollars, you birthed a real nigga Ebm Told my daddy, "Don't be sorry, I'm not gon' blame you" Gb Db If it weren't for struggle, my dreams, they wouldn't came true Ebm Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Gb Db Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah [VERSE] Ebm Told mama, "Don't worry, you know you raised a hardbody" Ebm Granny called the other day, said, "Don't stress 'cause God got you" Gb I'ma chase this paper every day, I ain't doin' no stoppin' Db Tryna stuff this cash in my jeans, I'm so Four Pockets Ebm All the times you gave a nigga your last, I can't forget that Ebm Eviction notice on the door, we was hidin' from the rent man (Turned the lights off) Gb I ain't never lettin' nothin' slide, I was taught to get my lick back Db Hit hard, move silent, I ain't got time for all that chit chat Ebm Even though I feel like you wasn't there, got mad love for my dad Ebm No hard feelings, I ain't never cry 'bout nothin' I ain't have Gb Growin' up inside of poverty, that shit'll have you mad (Mad) Db Goin' to school without no new shoes, that shit'll turn you bad (Bad) Ebm Took security with my mama (My mama) Ebm I know she got her pistol (Her pistol) Gb 'Fore I give a bitch anything (I swear) Db I'ma take care my sisters (My sisters) Ebm We ain't writin' no more bad checks (No more bad checks) Ebm My lil' boy them know 'bout private jets (PJs) Gb And my auntie them, they straight now (Okay) Db It ain't too much for 'em to worry about, I promise www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Ebm Mama, don't worry, I got my pistol Gb Db I'm gettin' my dollars, you birthed a real nigga Ebm Told my daddy, "Don't be sorry, I'm not gon' blame you" Gb Db If it weren't for struggle, my dreams, they wouldn't came true Oh, yeah, oh, yeah [VERSE] Ebm Told mama, "Don't worry, I'll be just fine" Ebm Angels watch over my shoulder like an umpire Gb I could get in the octagon with these punchlines Db Like, nigga, I'm the captain and it's crunch time Ebm Skip the lunch line, gotta eat more than sometime Ebm I done time, so I think everyone one time Gb Colorblind to the sunshine, I'd rather moonshine Db Told the team, "I don't care who shine as long as you shine" Ebm Keep a California dumb blonde with a boob job Ebm Rather give me a blowjob than get a new job Gb Too high, fuck the shit out her, then we woosah Db Woo ha, got you all in check like a swoosh sign Ebm Told my daddy, "I don't blame you, neither claim you" Ebm You was never in the picture, somebody framed you Gb Moms bought my first pistol, brought me to the range too Db Since the day I could walk, I been on the same two [CHORUS] Mama, don't worry (Tunechi), I got my pistol (Lil' bitch) I'm gettin' my dollars (Yeah, yeah, yeah), you birthed a real nigga (Mula, baby) Told my daddy, "Don't be sorry, I'm not gon' blame you" If it weren't for struggle (Yeah, yeah, yeah), my dreams, they wouldn't came true (Mula, baby) Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
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