Chords for Bassi Maestro - $$$

Tempo:
94.05 bpm
Chords used:

C#

G#

F#

Bm

G

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Bassi Maestro  - $$$ chords
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They will not move like a monument.
They will not move like a monument.
They will not move like a monument.
They will not move like a monument.
[G#] They will not move like a monument.
They will not move, they will not move, they will not move like a monument.
They will not move, they will not move, they will not move like a monument.
[F#] They will not move like a monument.
They will not move like a monument.
They will not move like a monument.
They will not move like a monument.
[C#] They will not move like a monument.
[G#] They will not move like a [G] monument.
The gun is [Bm] loaded down the mountain pass.
20,000 ammo for those who earn.
Come on, don't make me stories, fill the bag.
Before I fill you with the shells and the [G#] skull.
What we will not do [C#] for the banknotes.
Who wins them, who simply returns them.
I saw a king who burned them, a poor man who stole them.
I saw a guy rolling them up inside a [F#] Montaigne.
To get to the end of the month I went to the call center.
I took shit and slapped in the face like Bud Spencer.
Then I took my life as a real leader.
And now I see a king crying, a poor man [G#] laughing.
Fake money like those in the rap videos.
Coins [C#] go straight into the machines.
Burn everything, spend the black, do it for real.
I burn a nation with the pride that goes above [F#] zero.
And all in balance, always all in installments.
While the Chinese also buy your teams.
While the Chinese also buy your mothers.
The new rich rappers [Bm] buy the paintings.
And you really knew how?
Refuse a half million dollar check.
To make up some account of some asshole.
You ask two questions and read the answers at breakfast.
[F#]
[C#]
[G]
Money, money, [Bm] money, money.
Money, money, money, money.
Money, money, money, money.
[C#] Money, money, money, money.
Money, money, money, money.
Money, money, money, money.
Money, money, money, money.
[Bm] Cash has motivated genius and efficiency.
It motivated Steve Jobs and even allows me.
It ruined the pure, smothered the real.
How much money did the others make?
You owe?
If you don't have cash, society kills you.
If you have too much money in your pocket, they ask you for the bills.
If you're dressed the same for days, they laugh at you.
If you want to command, they think you're the [F#] pure.
How much money do you want to make?
Scene changes.
How many judges have another old excuse in their pocket?
All for sale, just tell me a price.
So much here everything flows like oil or grease.
[C#] Everyone dreams of holidays at the Fiji.
The capial at the figs, with the friends of the rich.
The crystal shard in the back of the jeep car.
Watches, Swiss watches, parties, the street [G#] club.
With all the Gratavinci you bought.
You could take a scooter,
to arrive every day more in the office.
And avoid the fucking break of your [C#] head.
And you really would know how?
Refuse a half million dollar bill.
To make up some account of some asshole.
Ask yourself two questions and read the [G] answers at breakfast.
Key:  
C#
12341114
G#
134211114
F#
134211112
Bm
13421112
G
2131
C#
12341114
G#
134211114
F#
134211112
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They will not move like a monument.
They will not move like a monument.
They will not move like a monument.
They will not move like a monument.
[G#] They will not move like a monument.
They will not move, they will not move, they will not move like a monument.
They will not move, they will not move, they will not move like a monument.
[F#] They will not move like a monument.
They will not move like a monument.
They will not move like a monument.
They will not move like a monument.
[C#] They will not move _ _ _ like a monument.
[G#] They will not move like a [G] monument.
The gun is [Bm] loaded down the mountain pass.
20,000 ammo for those who earn.
Come on, don't make me stories, fill the bag.
Before I fill you with the shells and the [G#] skull.
What we will not do [C#] for the banknotes.
Who wins them, who simply returns them.
I saw a king who burned them, a poor man who stole them.
I saw a guy rolling them up inside a [F#] Montaigne.
To get to the end of the month I went to the call center.
I took shit and slapped in the face like Bud Spencer.
Then I took my life as a real leader.
And now I see a king crying, a poor man [G#] laughing.
Fake money like those in the rap videos.
Coins [C#] go straight into the machines.
Burn everything, spend the black, do it for real.
I burn a nation with the pride that goes above [F#] zero.
And all in balance, always all in installments.
While the Chinese also buy your teams.
While the Chinese also buy your mothers.
The new rich rappers [Bm] buy the paintings.
And you really knew how?
Refuse a half million dollar check.
To make up some account of some asshole.
You ask two questions and read the answers at breakfast.
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
Money, money, [Bm] money, money.
Money, money, money, money.
Money, money, money, money. _ _ _
[C#] Money, money, money, money.
Money, _ _ money, money, money.
Money, money, money, money.
Money, money, money, money.
[Bm] Cash has motivated genius and efficiency.
It motivated Steve Jobs and even allows me.
It ruined the pure, smothered the real.
How much money did the others make?
You owe?
If you don't have cash, society kills you.
If you have too much money in your pocket, they ask you for the bills.
If you're dressed the same for days, they laugh at you.
If you want to command, they think you're the [F#] pure.
How much money do you want to make?
Scene changes.
How many judges have another old excuse in their pocket?
All for sale, just tell me a price.
So much here everything flows like oil or grease.
[C#] Everyone dreams of holidays at the Fiji.
The capial at the figs, with the friends of the rich.
The crystal shard in the back of the jeep car.
Watches, Swiss watches, parties, the street [G#] club.
With all the Gratavinci you bought.
You could take a scooter,
to arrive every day more in the office.
And avoid the fucking break of your [C#] head.
And you really would know how?
Refuse a half million dollar bill.
To make up some account of some asshole.
Ask yourself two questions and read the [G] answers at breakfast. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _