Million Fans Chords by Rdgldgrn

[N] Alright, please sing. _ _ _
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[F] _ _ No kissing, [C] still can magic Johnson if you only get some Clinton.
[Dm] Music's a dream, no pension.
Horns back to workin' here with [C] no pension.
What's up [Dm] now?
[Am] Hey lil' bitty, what's up [Dm] now?
[C] Hey, [Dm] hey what's up now?
Hey lil' bitty, what's up now?
Yeah, [C] a million fans ain't livin' in my [Am] home.
_ Oh, what's up now?
[D] Hey, what's up now? _
Hey, what's up now?
Hey, what's up now? _ _
[C] Millions ain't livin' in [Am] _ _ _
[E] my home.
I'm a color, not another black rob.
Stacked Oprah's till they turn to Steve Jobs.
I gotta make a [F] milkin' to make a difference.
Hate it, you won't, long as you [E] listen.
Flow coded [Em] inconvenience to all the freshmen.
Head of my class, so I'm beatin' on the [D] freshmen.
I use money, but I am not the next man.
Attracted to this metal like I'm tryin' to kill an X-Man.
Emo lyrics are feeding off depression.
Caused by the last decade of recession.
[A] School rooms are startin' to be a bit, [Am] so I just quit school.
Now I'm startin' to get rich, [C] or die tryin'.
Turn into a giant, here to add value [F] to this music that I'm buyin'.
Oh, what's up [Dm] now?
[Am] Hey, little bitty, what's up [Dm] now?
Hey, what's up now?
Hey, little bitty, what's up now?
Yeah, [C] a million fans ain't livin' in my [Am] home.
But I'm makin' make a million, and I'm payin' what I owe.
What's up [Dm] now?
Hey, little bitty, what's up now?
Hey, what's up now?
Hey, _ what's up now?
Yeah, [C] a million fans ain't livin' in my [Am] home.
But I'm payin' what I owe.
[F] What's up now?
If anything's good, there's a rare [C] amount.
So stop givin' me songs that I don't care about.
Not concerned with your past or your whereabouts.
Used to never claim that I rap, so I'ma try it out.
Flow somethin' new, beats borrowed.
And I can guarantee a million fans follow.
And [D] now cats with grades against machines.
Transform art to slave for companies.
Homeboy dream, been paper now with their dreams.
I hang from trees and scrape my dungarees.
[F] You can't change the world from writing songs.
[Am] But I have civil rights because of a microphone.
And [F] though a million ain't sittin' in my home.
I'm makin' make a million, and I'm payin' what I owe.
[D] What's up now?
Hey, little bitty, what's up now?
Hey, what's up [Dm] now?
Hey, what's up now? _ _
[C] Hey, a million fans ain't livin' in my home.
[Am] _ _ Oh, what's up [Dm] now?
Hey, what's up now? _
Hey, what's up now?
Hey, what's up now?
Hey, _
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[Dm] what's up now? _ _ _ _ _ _
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