Em Gbm Me and my n s tryna get it, ya bish Gmaj7 Cmaj7 Hit the house lick: tell me, is you wit' it, ya bish? Gbm Home invasion was persuasive Gmaj7 Em From nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bish Gbm Dreams of livin' life like rappers do Gmaj7 Cmaj7 Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool Gbm I xxxxed Sherane and went to tell my bros Gmaj7 Em Then Usher Raymond "Let It Burn" came on Gbm Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish Gmaj7 Cmaj7 Park the car, then we start rhymin', ya bish Gbm The only thing we had to free our mind Gmaj7 Em Then freeze that Verse when we see dollar signs Gbm You lookin' like a easy come-up, ya bish Gmaj7 Cmaj7 a silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish Gbm And that's a lifestyle that we never knew Gmaj7 Go at a reverend for the revenue Chorus: Em Gbm It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Gmaj7 Pick your poison, tell me what you doin' Cmaj7 Everybody gon' respect the shooter Gbm Gmaj7 But the one in front of the gun lives forever Em Gbm -The one in front of the gun, forever- Gmaj7 And I been hustlin' all day Cmaj7 This-a-way, that-a-way Gbm Through canals and alleyways, just to say Gmaj7 Money trees is the perfect place for shade Em And that's just how I feel, nah, nah Gbm Gmaj7 a dollar might just xxxx your main xxxxx Cmaj7 That's just how I feel, nah Gbm Gmaj7 a dollar might say xxxx them n s that you came with Em That's just how I feel, nah, nah Gbm Gmaj7 a dollar might just make that lane switch Cmaj7 That's just how I feel, nah Gbm Gmaj7 a dollar might turn to a million and we all rich Em That's just how I feel Verse 2: Gbm Dreams of livin' life like rappers do Gmaj7 Cmaj7 Bump that new E-40 after school Gbm You know, Big Ballin' With My Homies Gmaj7 Em Earl Stevens had us thinkin' rational Gbm Back to reality, we poor, ya bish Gmaj7 Cmaj7 Another casualty of war, ya bish Gbm Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head Gmaj7 Em He said one day I'll be on tour, ya bish Gbm That Louis Burger never be the same Gmaj7 Cmaj7 a Louis belt will never ease that pain Gbm But I'ma purchase when that day is jerkin' Gmaj7 Em Pull off at Church's, with Pirellis skirtin' Gbm Gang signs out the window, ya bish Gmaj7 Cmaj7 Hopin' all of 'em offend you, ya bish Gbm They say your hood is a pot of gold Gmaj7 Em And we gon' crash it when nobody's home Chorus: Em Gbm It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Gmaj7 Pick your poison, tell me what you doin' Cmaj7 Everybody gon' respect the shooter Gbm Gmaj7 But the one in front of the gun lives forever Em Gbm -The one in front of the gun, forever- Gmaj7 And I been hustlin' all day Cmaj7 This-a-way, that-a-way Gbm Through canals and alleyways, just to say Gmaj7 Money trees is the perfect place for shade Em And that's just how I feel, nah, nah Gbm Gmaj7 a dollar might just xxxx your main xxxxx Cmaj7 That's just how I feel, nah Gbm Gmaj7 a dollar might say xxxx them n s that you came with Em That's just how I feel, nah, nah Gbm Gmaj7 a dollar might just make that lane switch Cmaj7 That's just how I feel, nah Gbm Gmaj7 a dollar might turn to a million and we all rich Em That's just how I feel Bridge: Be the last one out to get this dough? No way! Gbm Gmaj7 Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way! Cmaj7 Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way! Gbm Gma7 Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way! Em Be the last one out to get this dough? No way! Gbm Gmaj7 Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way! Cmaj7 Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way! Gbm Gmaj7 Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way! Verse 3: Em Imagine Rock up in them projects Where them n s pick your pockets Gbm Santa Claus don't miss them stockings Gmaj7 Liquors spillin', pistols poppin' Cmaj7 Bakin' soda YOla whippin' Ain't no turkey on Thanksgivin' Gbm My homeboy just dome'd a n Gmaj7 I just hope the Lord forgive him Em Pots with cocaine residue Every day I'm hustlin' Gbm What else is a thug to do Gmaj7 When you eatin' cheese from the government? Cmaj7 Gotta provide for my daughter n'em Get the xxxx up out my way, bish Gbm Got that drum and I got them bands Gmaj7 Just like a parade, bish Em Drop that work up in the bushes Hope them boys don't see my stash Gbm If they do, tell the truth Gmaj7 This the last time you might see my ass Cmaj7 From the gardens where the grass ain't cut Them serpents lurkin', Blood Gbm Gmaj7 xxxxxes sellin' pussy, n s sellin' drugs But it's all good Em Broken promises, steal your watch And tell you what time it is Gbm Gmaj7 Cmaj7 Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a FootLocker is In the streets with a heater under my Dungarees Gbm Gmaj7 Dreams of me gettin' shaded under a money tree Chorus: Em Gbm It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Gmaj7 Pick your poison, tell me what you doin' Cmaj7 Everybody gon' respect the shooter Gbm Gmaj7 But the one in front of the gun lives forever Em Gbm -The one in front of the gun, forever- Gmaj7 And I been hustlin' all day Cmaj7 This-a-way, that-a-way Gbm Through canals and alleyways, just to say Gmaj7 Money trees is the perfect place for shade -nc- And that's just how I feel
