Chords for cupcakKe - Lawd Jesus
Tempo:
75.3 bpm
Chords used:
C#
A
G#
D
G#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [C#]
[A] Hey, when I walk in the room, all the niggas looking at me like,
what is my income?
Not jumping [C#] no brooms, that nigga get stood up like how the room
challenges went dumb.
Don't wanna assume, but bitch is really broken, I don't know where y'all
get rent [G#] from.
And I'ma just spit in your face if you walk up to me, asking me, can I spit some?
Cause I do not talk if it ain't about money, I look at your mouth like you rambling.
I commercials [C#] on God, I just saw 700k off of nothing but gambling.
I was thinking go
fry, but I [D] had to fight all my demons, that shit was real [C#] challenging.
So now when I walk
around people with money, I set that shit up like a mannequin, so I [G#m] could just soak up they info.
Now my bank copy, there's that tenfo, I don't go wherever the wind blow.
Cause if my [C] wig fall
off, that's an in-ho, but lucky I'm paid, I just stay laid like prostitutes on a [C#] Friday night.
While you sucking this thing, I'm out sat on the street like a bitch flying kites.
And no,
I don't rock [A] mics, red bottles with the spice, tended windows out of [G#m] sight.
No cash, just swipe,
cash here like yikes.
She's black, not white.
When I hop on my flight, Naomi Campbell [A] with the wipes.
[C#] Ay, say this number on the typo, cause that nigga wasn't my type.
There's nothing to talk
to these [E] niggas like shit, but [D] I'd rather not do that today.
Cause [C#] niggas be tripping, I'd rather
just tell a [C] nigga, tell your fucking shoelace.
And niggas is bitching, [F#] I'd rather just get A.S.
a motherfucking [G#] bouquet.
And [C#] I'm really burping bitches when they drop an album, and that's my
coup de.
Ay, bitch, I'm eating [D] good, double chin, black car, matching skin.
Fuck [C#] all my old friends,
I'm not trying to make a mess.
Lord Jesus.
I said, mama, chill, we gonna win.
Money keep [G#] coming in.
I'm trying to [C#] change from back then, but every time I hear the scene, it's Lord Jesus.
I'm on
some [D] positive vibes, but every time, niggas testing my patience.
[C#] Only can wait for so long,
but I do you wrong, cause I'm not a waitress.
Every December [D] 31st, I go on a new year with
no [C#] type of hatred.
Then about January 3rd, the neighbors heard what the tree in my playlist.
And these dirty [A] bitches don't do the dishes, then tell a nigga, come eat [C#] the butt.
And wake up with
crust in they eyes, and that shit thicker than pizza hubby.
But I'm off it, then coughing.
Yeah, I know
how to [A] market.
No boss can tell a nigga, don't talk it.
Just walk it.
[G#] Pop a nigga like John's way too
off paper.
Bitch, I'm [A] eating good, double chin, black car, matching skin.
[C#] Fuck all my old friends,
I'm not trying to make a mess.
Lord Jesus.
I said, mama, chill, we gonna win.
Money keep [A] coming in.
I'm trying to change from back then, but every time I [G#] hear the same, it's Lord
[A] Hey, when I walk in the room, all the niggas looking at me like,
what is my income?
Not jumping [C#] no brooms, that nigga get stood up like how the room
challenges went dumb.
Don't wanna assume, but bitch is really broken, I don't know where y'all
get rent [G#] from.
And I'ma just spit in your face if you walk up to me, asking me, can I spit some?
Cause I do not talk if it ain't about money, I look at your mouth like you rambling.
I commercials [C#] on God, I just saw 700k off of nothing but gambling.
I was thinking go
fry, but I [D] had to fight all my demons, that shit was real [C#] challenging.
So now when I walk
around people with money, I set that shit up like a mannequin, so I [G#m] could just soak up they info.
Now my bank copy, there's that tenfo, I don't go wherever the wind blow.
Cause if my [C] wig fall
off, that's an in-ho, but lucky I'm paid, I just stay laid like prostitutes on a [C#] Friday night.
While you sucking this thing, I'm out sat on the street like a bitch flying kites.
And no,
I don't rock [A] mics, red bottles with the spice, tended windows out of [G#m] sight.
No cash, just swipe,
cash here like yikes.
She's black, not white.
When I hop on my flight, Naomi Campbell [A] with the wipes.
[C#] Ay, say this number on the typo, cause that nigga wasn't my type.
There's nothing to talk
to these [E] niggas like shit, but [D] I'd rather not do that today.
Cause [C#] niggas be tripping, I'd rather
just tell a [C] nigga, tell your fucking shoelace.
And niggas is bitching, [F#] I'd rather just get A.S.
a motherfucking [G#] bouquet.
And [C#] I'm really burping bitches when they drop an album, and that's my
coup de.
Ay, bitch, I'm eating [D] good, double chin, black car, matching skin.
Fuck [C#] all my old friends,
I'm not trying to make a mess.
Lord Jesus.
I said, mama, chill, we gonna win.
Money keep [G#] coming in.
I'm trying to [C#] change from back then, but every time I hear the scene, it's Lord Jesus.
I'm on
some [D] positive vibes, but every time, niggas testing my patience.
[C#] Only can wait for so long,
but I do you wrong, cause I'm not a waitress.
Every December [D] 31st, I go on a new year with
no [C#] type of hatred.
Then about January 3rd, the neighbors heard what the tree in my playlist.
And these dirty [A] bitches don't do the dishes, then tell a nigga, come eat [C#] the butt.
And wake up with
crust in they eyes, and that shit thicker than pizza hubby.
But I'm off it, then coughing.
Yeah, I know
how to [A] market.
No boss can tell a nigga, don't talk it.
Just walk it.
[G#] Pop a nigga like John's way too
off paper.
Bitch, I'm [A] eating good, double chin, black car, matching skin.
[C#] Fuck all my old friends,
I'm not trying to make a mess.
Lord Jesus.
I said, mama, chill, we gonna win.
Money keep [A] coming in.
I'm trying to change from back then, but every time I [G#] hear the same, it's Lord
Key:
C#
A
G#
D
G#m
C#
A
G#
_ [A] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ Hey, when I walk in the room, all the niggas looking at me like,
what is my income?
Not jumping [C#] no brooms, that nigga get stood up like how the room
challenges went dumb.
Don't wanna assume, but bitch is really broken, I don't know where y'all
get rent [G#] from.
And I'ma just spit in your face if you walk up to me, asking me, can I spit some?
Cause I do not talk if it ain't about money, I look at your mouth like you rambling.
I commercials [C#] on God, I just saw 700k off of nothing but gambling.
I was thinking go
fry, but I [D] had to fight all my demons, that shit was real [C#] challenging.
So now when I walk
around people with money, I set that shit up like a mannequin, so I [G#m] could just soak up they info.
Now my bank copy, there's that tenfo, I don't go wherever the wind blow.
Cause if my [C] wig fall
off, that's an in-ho, but lucky I'm paid, I just stay laid like prostitutes on a [C#] Friday night.
While you sucking this thing, I'm out sat on the street like a bitch flying kites.
And no,
I don't rock [A] mics, red bottles with the spice, tended windows out of [G#m] sight.
No cash, just swipe,
cash here like yikes.
She's black, not white.
When I hop on my flight, Naomi Campbell [A] with the wipes.
[C#] Ay, say this number on the typo, cause that nigga wasn't my type.
There's nothing to talk
to these [E] niggas like shit, but [D] I'd rather not do that today.
Cause [C#] niggas be tripping, I'd rather
just tell a [C] nigga, tell your fucking shoelace.
And niggas is bitching, [F#] I'd rather just get A.S.
a motherfucking [G#] bouquet.
And [C#] I'm really burping bitches when they drop an album, and that's my
coup de.
Ay, bitch, I'm eating [D] good, double chin, black car, matching skin.
Fuck [C#] all my old friends,
I'm not trying to make a mess.
Lord Jesus.
I said, mama, chill, we gonna win.
Money keep [G#] coming in.
I'm trying to [C#] change from back then, but every time I hear the scene, it's Lord Jesus.
I'm on
some [D] positive vibes, but every time, niggas testing my patience.
[C#] Only can wait for so long,
but I do you wrong, cause I'm not a waitress.
Every December [D] 31st, I go on a new year with
no [C#] type of hatred.
Then about January 3rd, the neighbors heard what the tree in my playlist.
And these dirty [A] bitches don't do the dishes, then tell a nigga, come eat [C#] the butt.
And wake up with
crust in they eyes, and that shit thicker than pizza hubby.
But I'm off it, then coughing.
Yeah, I know
how to [A] market.
No boss can tell a nigga, don't talk it.
Just walk it.
[G#] Pop a nigga like John's way too
off paper.
Bitch, I'm [A] eating good, double chin, black car, matching skin.
[C#] Fuck all my old friends,
I'm not trying to make a mess.
Lord Jesus.
I said, mama, chill, we gonna win.
Money keep [A] coming in.
I'm trying to change from back then, but every time I [G#] hear the same, it's Lord
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ Hey, when I walk in the room, all the niggas looking at me like,
what is my income?
Not jumping [C#] no brooms, that nigga get stood up like how the room
challenges went dumb.
Don't wanna assume, but bitch is really broken, I don't know where y'all
get rent [G#] from.
And I'ma just spit in your face if you walk up to me, asking me, can I spit some?
Cause I do not talk if it ain't about money, I look at your mouth like you rambling.
I commercials [C#] on God, I just saw 700k off of nothing but gambling.
I was thinking go
fry, but I [D] had to fight all my demons, that shit was real [C#] challenging.
So now when I walk
around people with money, I set that shit up like a mannequin, so I [G#m] could just soak up they info.
Now my bank copy, there's that tenfo, I don't go wherever the wind blow.
Cause if my [C] wig fall
off, that's an in-ho, but lucky I'm paid, I just stay laid like prostitutes on a [C#] Friday night.
While you sucking this thing, I'm out sat on the street like a bitch flying kites.
And no,
I don't rock [A] mics, red bottles with the spice, tended windows out of [G#m] sight.
No cash, just swipe,
cash here like yikes.
She's black, not white.
When I hop on my flight, Naomi Campbell [A] with the wipes.
[C#] Ay, say this number on the typo, cause that nigga wasn't my type.
There's nothing to talk
to these [E] niggas like shit, but [D] I'd rather not do that today.
Cause [C#] niggas be tripping, I'd rather
just tell a [C] nigga, tell your fucking shoelace.
And niggas is bitching, [F#] I'd rather just get A.S.
a motherfucking [G#] bouquet.
And [C#] I'm really burping bitches when they drop an album, and that's my
coup de.
Ay, bitch, I'm eating [D] good, double chin, black car, matching skin.
Fuck [C#] all my old friends,
I'm not trying to make a mess.
Lord Jesus.
I said, mama, chill, we gonna win.
Money keep [G#] coming in.
I'm trying to [C#] change from back then, but every time I hear the scene, it's Lord Jesus.
I'm on
some [D] positive vibes, but every time, niggas testing my patience.
[C#] Only can wait for so long,
but I do you wrong, cause I'm not a waitress.
Every December [D] 31st, I go on a new year with
no [C#] type of hatred.
Then about January 3rd, the neighbors heard what the tree in my playlist.
And these dirty [A] bitches don't do the dishes, then tell a nigga, come eat [C#] the butt.
And wake up with
crust in they eyes, and that shit thicker than pizza hubby.
But I'm off it, then coughing.
Yeah, I know
how to [A] market.
No boss can tell a nigga, don't talk it.
Just walk it.
[G#] Pop a nigga like John's way too
off paper.
Bitch, I'm [A] eating good, double chin, black car, matching skin.
[C#] Fuck all my old friends,
I'm not trying to make a mess.
Lord Jesus.
I said, mama, chill, we gonna win.
Money keep [A] coming in.
I'm trying to change from back then, but every time I [G#] hear the same, it's Lord