Memphis Chords by Money Man

[Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] I'm not a myth, my Glock got [Gm] extensive, my BMC trippin'
[G] She think I'm laid up with [Cm] a minstrel, but really I'm trapped by her sellin' these skittles
I want a lot, I don't want just [Fm] a little, my bitches [Ab] they bad and [Gm] they very conceited
My blood's out [B] to test me, I'm feelin' [Cm] me treated, I told my lil' niggas, the girl ain't
an evil No mama say that she love me [Fm] so deeply,
but I know [Ab] I know I'm empty, [Gm] this shit look creepy
Peppy [G] from South Africa, she wanna [Cm] plead me, they stay for four hours, this shit too easy
Drugs and a beer got [Fm] me lookin' like Jesus, say yo, [Ab] a bag of [Gm] OG and some Yeezus
Still call the [B] playa, be god, this shit [Cm] pre-vet, see like my pipe, I be layin' in doubt
Walk in the kitchen and weigh a [Ab] pound, your face in the book, is [Gm] a yummy creator
I'm talkin' [G] to things that you aim at your [Cm] face, sorry, let's shout it, we can't go on dates
New here with shots, this [Ab] world in phase, push up on that, that [Gm] a deadly mistake
Just hit [B] the so-called, it's a strike for [Cm] a plate, silver band money, I feel like a ape
He call for a feature, he [Fm] really want bad, I [Ab] deal him adversity, [Gm] purchase him bad
Lil' bitch [G] bring me like she throwin' [Cm] that ass, guess I was dancin' to Go-Get from Kat
Someone say that's such a hard way [Ab] you mad at me, feel like a quarterback, [Gm] hoe tryin' to tackle me
Burnin' on [B] Wedding Cake, defying [Cm] gravity, went to the Bronx, I was sellin' my F&A
Yeah, I might kill me, but [Ab] I'm pullin' medicine, fly like a pelican, [Gm] right on them racks, now I'm my [G] destiny
Superstar [Cm] OG, I know that you smellin' me, do that or low, cuz' these niggas might tellin' me
T.I. [Ab].C., all of my brand in this snackin' ain't [Gm] regular, yeah, shootin' at [B] all my competitors, [Cm] yeah CBD, all of my bounty on this bitch, they spendin' shit that I'm [Fm] smokin' on Rockets [Ab] All these blue hunnids wanna [Gm] finish you, bossin' my lil' niggas, [G] heartless, they ain't got a [Cm] conscience I grab their ass, cuz' I ain't got no etiquette, burnin' on God, get my [Fm] feelings so evident [Ab] One of the jerseys, they [Gm] said all the country, but one thing they [B] can't say is I ain't got [Cm] money _ Ha, secret compartment in my tie, ho, [Fm] [Ab] playin' with shit, I'm the head hunter [Gm] That bitch, she from [G] Morocco, she [Cm] up in the morning, a lot of her, you ain't tryna buy it, no combo [Ab] Starts with the two, here I'm meanin' [Gm] it, she get into me and [B] speedy it, [Cm] he know a nigga be needin' it She know a nigga be needin' [Fm] her, I need her [Ab] when I be feedin' [Gm] her, I'm a fuck up a [G] fiend, girl [Cm] Intense as I give her the breeze, yo, swipe her purse with a FISA, I [Ab] never ever mistreat [Gm] her Belly my head, man, and [B] sneakers, yo [Cm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _
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