This single was released on 02 July 2025. The vocals are by Youngboy Never Broke Again, the music is produced by Tayo , Sam Barsh, and the lyrics are written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again.
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 94 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 94 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Original Key: A Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 94 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Am My timin' was up Am I ain't wanna rock the Rolex Am It's not shinin' enough Am Can't nobody calm us down, we gon' shoot a nigga up Am I be rappin' on these beats sayin' anything, I don't give a fuck Am Yeah, wow [VERSE ONE] Am No AP's for the bitches, all Pateks bought Am I ain't trippin' 'bout no second, to the lead they gettin' chased down Am First place, fifty mill' for tourin', bitch, I'm ready now Am I be rockin' this shit, no, the stylist can't get me fresher Am Oh, no, no Am Take the bitch down, like a wrestler, ain't no SmackDown Am I come from the North where pistol sparkin', bring that chalk out Am Now, I got bad bitches, runnin' 'round every house Am Too many whips, I control these bitchеs, AI been a pimp Am Kick the bitch out if she trip, I am not a simp Am Rrrt, Ten lеt that FN off on all of them Am You'll think that money grow on trees, I'm tearin' off of every limb Am I been spendin' millions, since I got it Am Pants are upgraded, ain't no Fendi, hundred balls in my pocket Am Lover boy, bitch, check this swag, I got devil horns Am Poke the boy, guarantee he lose once he show his cards www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Am I got a problem with dollars and models Am Huh, huh, huh, take 'em out Am Huh, this that shotta talk (Baow, baow, baow) Am Let 'em try to kill me, I ain't trippin', hop out, takin' off Am Real shit (Woo) Am We gon' find out where his house and we gon' take him down (Womp, womp) Am I just interfered with interception Am Bad bitch with piercings, I give her my perception Am Then, that shit got serious 'cause the bitch ain't like neglect me Am Unreleased diesel, tell that ho check the segment [VERSE TWO] Am Why the fuck these niggas waitin'? No, I can't wake up Am Bitch, pressin' with this paper, tell that nigga get they cake up Am I'ma hop up in this smash and hit the gas and lift the Wraith up Am Me and B gon' jump the gate, we playin' take 'em, tryna face somethin' Am I'ma go my seperate way, ain't nothin' to say, soon as the laws come Am You could play right in my face, this shit ain't safe, Am we known to down somethin' Am Forty somethin' pounds on me Am Protected with four pound on me Am Shawty see me shinin' from a mile, so she walk down on me Am Ain't no AP on my bitches, I Patek 'em out Am Come on, nigga play 'round with these millions, we gon’ stretch him out Am The fuck I'm doin' with all this cash? This how I walk around Am How the fuck I come from out that Parish with this big ass house Am I told that bitch, "I don't want no ass" Am Even made her keep her mouth Am I told my therapist "Keep the pad, I'ma use my mind" Am Sit behind a mic and then I'm goin' out Am She tryna find my past, but, girl, my future is so bright Am It's a lot of money in my vision, so I see a better life Am No, I ain't stoppin' at the light Am Ain't no stoppin', pullin' off, nigga Am She got more money than me, then I ain't pullin' out, nigga Am I ain't stoppin' on these beats and Jason not talkin' to pillows Am Where that money at? We gon' finish him, then send him Am In this industry, we villains Am Heard a OP wan' get up with me, yeah Am Black attire with that whisper, with that overcoat like dentist, yeah Am Come with the four, I kick it, punch out shit and knock out dentures Am Nah, we couldn't rap, we'll take this bitch, attendin' fresh out prison Am Drape the coupe with flame, this bitch blow fire when I hit it Am How the fuck you don't know my name? For a while I been winnin' Am How the fuck you don't know my gang? Inside that town we pulled killings Am All around the world that green and red flag, Am I'm 'bout winnin' (Winnin', it's a murder business) Am What it is? I've been takin' care my mama, Am since I was labeled as a kid Am And I got my sister shinin' from her neck brace to her wrist Am I've been handlin' every problem, Am I just hop out and get dirty with that stick, bitch Am And I'm still on it, I won't quit Am Told my brother, "It's McLaren, or a Lambo" Am Nigga, make a pick Am I'm not sparin', no, not nan' ho Am Tell her "Pick a dick" Am We got money, we got heroin, we got shottas in this bitch Am And we be spinnin' shit Am Spin again Am Bro gon' shoot him once I popped him Am Tell that nigga pick up his friend Am I get active with that chopper Am YoungBoy whoppin' 'til the end Am We get bloody with that stick and tell the crip to switch the pin Am Tell that boy give me a notice, kick the door, we movin' in Am I just bought another watch, it cost a Lotus Am Shawty with me totin' a Gen Am I just did it on them niggas once again Am My bitch be with me through anything Am Before my wife, she was my friend www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Am I got a problem with dollars and models Am Huh, huh, huh, take 'em out Am Huh, this that shotta talk (Baow, baow, baow) Am Let 'em try to kill me, I ain't trippin', hop out, takin' off Am Real shit (Woo) Am We gon' find out where his house and we gon' take him down (Womp, womp) Am I just interfered with interception Am Bad bitch with piercings, I give her my perception Am Then, that shit got serious 'cause the bitch ain't like neglect me Am Unreleased diesel, tell that ho check the segment
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