Chords for Mafia Music

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[Abm] _ _ _ [Gb] _ [Ebm] _ I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the roof
Look up at the stars, she like honey where the roof?
Pull [Abm] up in the dogs, canaries that go on [Gb] roof
Even [Ebm] once had a job going top on the roof
That boy had it hard, no facade it's the truth
So now when I'm a nigga get my side just to proof
[Abm] Boots in the pudding and that bacon so to take [Gb] it
Paper [Ebm] that I'm making gotta take it photos naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
I flip my middle finger I'm chilling on 20 million
The rumors [Abm] turn me on I'm masturbating at the top
[Gb] These [Ebm] hoes so excited so they catching every drop
I'm dodging debacles like potholes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers
Martin [Abm] had a dream, Bob got high
[Gb] I [Ebm] still do both but somehow I got by
Treffle O'Kray, Mike Vic Pay
Bobby Brown straight, Whitney lost weight
[Abm] Kimbo Slice on the bed when I write
[Ebm] That nigga with the money looking funny in the light
But who really cares we just throw it in the air
Celebrating wealth pouring more than I have
Excuse [Abm] me, her weed, the blue is the [Ebm] weed
Trump full of white car smell like blue cheese
That boy get salad, deep bow movements
BM dubs on them big things looking foolish
Shawty [Abm] sitting low, big things [Ebm] popping
Tip on the clock from a grip up in Compton
Shooting at the cops, fuck one time
I gave her to the block, I fucked one time
We [Abm] boys in the hood and nigga you a little tray
[Gb] Suppress [Ebm] your appetite, we taking your little tray
Love my handgun but my chopper still a shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm too legit to quit
[Abm] 996 kilos was the shit [Gb] but that was better [Ebm] than roof
And that shit be bad for your skin
Niggas was ruthless, Lord knows that I seen
But I thought about my future in the loops like a pen
Walked [Abm] out on the gig and I turned to the streets
[Gb] Kept my [Ebm] name low key, I ain't heard from in weeks
I came up with a strategy to come up mathematically
I did it for the city but now everybody mad at me
[Abm] Motherfucker more, they sweat for my [Gb] balls
If I drop [Ebm] another album I did that for my dogs
Gym made it pop, see everybody riding big
I just sit back like, look what I did
Then [Abm] I bow my head and beg for [Gb] forgiveness
Once I [Ebm] say my prayer everybody back to business
Smoking on the blunt in my own restaurant
People looking from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Kunk
[Abm] Reincarnated, spirit of a G
[Gb] Beef [Ebm] will make you thinner, take a seat so we can eat
A Farrakhan aura, paws on the pork
You eat from the bowl while your dog need a fork
[Abm] Niggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered in their coil
[Gb] I'm laughing [Ebm] at you cuz, kill you niggas when I'm bored
We stepping on you, prove to them motherfuckers crushed
Been making sweet love to every woman that you lust
I love [Abm] to pay your bills, can't wait to pay your rent
[Gb] Curtis Jackson [Ebm] baby, mama ain't asking for a cent
Burn the house down, you gotta buy another
Don't forget the gas can, jealous, stupid motherfucker
To [Abm] another chapter, paper that I [Ebm] captured
Caught up in the rap trope, gunshots and laughter
Homicide is human nigga, you looking funny
Women love to stare cuz they know they see the money
I open [Abm] up a mind by opening bank accounts
[Gb] Deposit a [Ebm] hundred stacks, break up, won't take it out
Baby that's some gift, maybe you could live
I knew it wasn't work but, I just like to give
Used [Abm] to run the street, young nigga bare feet
[Ebm] Now I'm in the suites and I'm eating crab meats
I so right, other rappers envy
Calling all my jewelers up, asking what it's spending
Thinking [Abm] bout boss, not thinking bout them
[Gb] There's a letter [Ebm] to my enemies, one I won't send Amen _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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