Chords for Dollaz + Sense

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[Cm] _ _ _ [Ab] _ [G] _ _ [Bb] _ _
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Now let's [Eb] get down to business, [Ab] [Gm] hooches, cause it seems like y'all [Bb] just keep on trying to
diss [Gm] this nigga that you know that's been down for years.
I've clout for years, and y'all could never pay my peers.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, [Ab] 6, 7, [G] 9, 10, [Bb] and you can't win, [Eb] cause all the way around nigga I get
[Ab] respect and [Gm] you's a nigga that can't figure [Bb] no props in your state.
Drag [Gm] new park you say, [Ab] huh?
Wanna [G] be ripping, but now it's [Bb] time to do some set tripping.
[Gm] So listen close, cause I don't want y'all [Ab] to miss, [G] that I'm about to break it down for this [Gm] bitch.
Second occasion, pop the maple spruce [Ab] seed of hell, [Gm] west side trees [Bb] spraying all the
fleas, that's [Eb] from the 3 and 4 hundred block P [Ab]-Funk ride.
[Gm] So niggas watch your ass at that center divide.
Now Eric, tell me why you seem [Ab] so tamed, [Gm] when I caught you at the airport [Bb] shaking like a [Gm] trap game.
You look up and you see my [Ab] nigga's coming, [G] and you look like your bitch [Bb] ass was about
to start running.
But all I [Eb] wanted to do was kick a little [Ab] [Gm] conversation, and see if [Bb] we could fix this little [Eb] situation.
But would I fuck you up was [Ab] what you wondered, [Gm] yeah.
That's probably why you changed your little page enough.
But bitches like you [Ab] don't grow.
You [Gm] can't even look me in my eye, [Bb] let alone go toe to toe.
[Gm] Economy, skinny goose or [Ab] clown.
I'ma [Gm] call you Theo, cause you weigh [Bb] 92.3 pounds.
Black ass actor, movie [Ab] script killer, [G] fool don't you [Bb] know?
We can steal the nigga, cop [Eb] the psycho, or [Ab] you ought to quit.
[Gm] Your records don't hit, and bitches [Eb] don't drop your shit.
You need to stay there, you [Ab] cop or [G] clown, and get off of the nuts [Bb] of the niggas with guts.
[Gm] Because I'm down with the trees, I'm down [Ab] with death row.
[G] I'm down [F] with black phone, and I'm down [Gm] with the phone.
So when we cross paths, and I hope [Ab] that's soon.
[Gm] I'ma boot your [Bb] motherfucking ass to the moon.
You need [Eb] to quit hanging under false [Ab] pretenses.
[Gm] Cause if it don't make dollars, it [Bb] don't make sense.
If it don't make dollars, it [Ab] don't make [G] sense.
So don't you, and let the pivot commence.
If it [Eb] don't make dollars, it [Ab] don't make [G] sense.
So [F] don't you, and let the [Bb] people commence.
If it don't make dollars, it [Ab] don't make [G] sense.
So don't you, and let the pivot commence.
If it [Eb] don't make dollars, it [Ab] don't make sense.
[F] _ _ _
[Gm] So I'ma point it to the right hand, right [Ab] into the [G] left hand.
Take a deep breath [Bb] in, cook it like a chef, [Gm] man.
This is dedicated to the [Ab] CPT, [Gm] nobody at TCP.
For the niggas that look up to me, I'm making my business, to be that truth forever.
[Ab] And whenever [G] I become clever, well that's [Bb] my endeavor.
So whether or not [Gm] you understand, that there's only [Ab] one DJ, you, [Gm] you, I, K, with no C, still you [Bb] can't be me.
Because I'm [C] floating in my looks, and in [Ab] positive facts, [Gm] and getting mad snacks while I floss [Bb] the NSX, and you [Eb] are what I wanted.
And [Ab] you's a donor, [Gm] never thinking that you can catch me slipping on a street corner.
Remember, coppers in the house, and quick [Ab] as in the [Gm] hood, sipping back with all my [Bb] niggas, cause it's to the good.
[Gm] So don't knock it till you try, cause [Ab] 80 tried to knock [G] it, but he's still walking around with my [Gm] nuts in his pocket.
So beat up B, and it represents [Ab] that that [G] Miller, and for those of y'all [Bb] concerned, it's a skill 80's love.
Let me take a load off my [Ab] scrotum, little [Gm] pest, if it don't make dollars, nigga, you know the [Cm] rest.
If it don't make dollars, it [Ab] don't make [G] sense.
So don't you, and let the [Bb] people commence.
If it [Eb] don't make dollars, it [Ab] don't make [G] sense.
So [Fm] don't you, and let the [Bb] people commence.
If it [Cm] don't make dollars, it [Ab] don't make [G] sense.
So don't you, and let the [Bb] people commence.
If it don't make dollars, it [Ab] don't make sense.
[G] Nigga, you [Fm] gotta give it to the [Bb] real bricks.
Now I sold [Gm] my fucking soul to the [Ab] shit that I kick, [Gm] while you groupie ass niggas keep on riding the dick.
You oughta know that DJ Pink ain't your [Ab] average [G] everyday motherfucker, slick like a snake cause I [Gm] suck ya.
Now, I never had my [Ab] dick sucked by a [Gm] man before, but you gon' be the first you little trick ass hoe.
Then you can tell me just [Ab] how it [Gm] tastes, but before I do that I shoot some piss in your face, you fucking coward.
You look like a [Ab] nervous wreck, [G] cause when I caught your ass, [Bb] you put yourself in check.
[Eb] And when you left my presence, you left [Ab] speedy in.
[Gm] You ain't no fucking killer, you's a comedian, bitch.
Tell me why you act so [Ab] scary, [Gm] giving your set a bad [Bb] name with your misspelled [Gm] name, E-I-H-T.
Now [Ab] should I continue?
[Gm] Yeah, you left out the G cause the G ain't in you.
Remember that time you was [Ab] rolling on the [G] west side, and a little brown [Bb] bucket put up on your side?
We [Gm] call that that light in your [Ab] memory in the [G] midst of a real killer.
[Bb] Tell me did you feel a little nervous?
You was in the [Ab] shadow of death [D] with two tramp 5-7s pointed [Bb] at your chest.
What you gon' do?
[Ab] Where was your [Gm] niggas that kill at?
[C] You ain't got no killer, so [Eb] kill that.
Holding up your hands and begging [Ab] for a [Gm] pass.
You lucky they didn't [Bb] get to get the dumping on your ass, cause this [Eb] guy you think is funny is some [Ab] real shit.
[Gm] So you need to be more careful who you [Bb] fucking with.
[Eb] Don't make dollars if [Ab] don't make [G] sense.
So don't kill them, let the [Bb] people commit.
Don't make dollars if [Ab] don't make [G] sense.
I'm through playing with your [Bb] punk ass.
Don't make dollars if [Ab] don't make [G] sense.
So don't kill them, let the people commit.
[Eb] Don't make dollars if [Ab] don't make [F] sense.
Because you gotta give it to the [Bbm] real prison.
[Eb] _ [Ab] Shout out to [G] my [Bb] well-known road dog.
What's [Gm] up guys, that's the truth.
[Ab] They don't [Gm] understand it, baby.
They can't face us out here on these [Bb] countless streets.
Bigger than they can imagine.
[Ab] [G] To the whole entire [Bb] Denver Fair, [Gm] on both sides.
What's up [Ab] niggas?
And [G] my nigga Big Shoe.
Known for [Bb] keeping shit poppin'.
[Eb] To my nigga Big J.
[Ab] [Gm] My little nigga High C.
Little straight G.
And that little singing ass nigga [Ab] Daddy Boy.
[Gm] Y'all don't understand.
Y'all can't fake this.
I'm the first [Ab] nigga that was [G] banned in the West.
[Bb] Yeah, if you remember, 1987, [Eb] underground tapes.
[Ab] _ [G] And it don't stop.
[Bb] And it won't stop.
[Eb] It won't stop.
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