Scale: C# 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] [VERSE] C#m Valentino summers and wave runners C#m Chains on my niggas like slave runners C#m Drug dealers anonymous C#m How many Madonnas can that Mazda fit? C#m My brick talk is more than obvious, it’s ominous C#m Garages, the phantom, ghouls, ghosts and goblins C#m Blonde mohawk the collection I’m Dennis Rodman C#m The money count is the only moment of silence C#m Cause hush money balances all this drugs and violence C#m Hat trick under my mattress C#m Date I stop still has an asterisk after it C#m After all I can make a call C#m I can baptize a brick C#m As I wash away my sins like a catholic C#m Who the fuck ain’t mastered this C#m America’s nightmare’s in Flint C#m Children of a lesser God when your melanin’s got a tint C#m And I can’t even mention what I sent or what I spent C#m Cause my name in 18 wheelers is evidence C#m I put my boos in those cruise collections C#m Life’s a bitch C#m A to Z on her shoe collection, take your pick C#m Paid in full like ’86, Gs on my body C#m The new Gucci has less monograms, God’s got him C#m Let he without sin cast the first stone C#m So I built that all glass quad level first home C#m Shatter all of your misconceptions C#m Hold all of them missing weapons C#m You thought I would miss my blessing C#m The ultimate misdirection ya www.chordzone.org [VERSE] C#m Your husband was drug dealer C#m For 14 years he sold crack cocaine [VERSE] C#m Federico Felini in the flesh C#m Sergio Tacchini inside his mesh C#m Bitch I been brackin’ since the ‘80s C#m Google me baby, you crazy C#m ’89 in London pull the Benz up C#m Type it in, Google’s your friend bruh C#m 14-year drug dealer and still counting C#m Who deserves the medal of freedom is my accountant C#m He been hula hooping through loop holes, working around shit C#m IRS should’ve had the townhouses surrounded C#m Thanks to the lawyers C#m I marbled the foyer C#m I tore the floor up C#m Yeah, that’s for Koi fish C#m We been dining on oysters C#m I walk though the garage it’s like multiple choices C#m I told ‘em pull the Royce up C#m I’m getting ghost, I’m hearing noises C#m I think it’s the boys, but I been banking at Deutsche C#m We got storefronts, we got employee stubs C#m We been opening studios and 40/40s up C#m The paper trail is gorgeous C#m Cases we buries ‘em C#m Before Reasonable Doubt dropped, the jury hung C#m Bling bling C#m Every time I come around your city bling bling C#m My tenure took me through Virginia C#m Ask Teddy Riley ‘bout me C#m Ask the Federalis ‘bout me C#m Tried to build a cell around me C#m Snatched my nigga Emory up C#m Tried to get him to tell about me C#m He told 12, “Gimme 12” C#m He told them to go to hell about me C#m Drug dealers anonymous C#m Y’all think Uber’s the future, our cars been autonomous C#m Mules move the drums, take ‘em to different spots C#m We just call the shots by simply moving our thumbs C#m I’m a course of miracles with this shit C#m Nothing real can be threatened, nothing unreal exists C#m Herein lies the piece of God C#m I always knew I was a prophet, but I couldn’t find a decent job C#m Life made me ambidextrous C#m Countin’ with my right, whipping’ white with my left wrist C#m Daaaaaaaamn Daniel C#m FBI keep bringing them all white vans through www.chordzone.org
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