Chords for Rich Homie Quan - Hurt No More

_ _ _ _ [C#m] I made an [D] oath to my homies, man.
_ [C#m] I told them I ain't [D] got hurt no more.
And [C#m] I told them that's my [D] word, man.
_ Rich homie, [C#m] baby.
[F#] They tell me make a [F#m] wish, shit.
And I say, whole [D] thing.
Get on folk my [F#m] alias and not my [Bm] whole thing.
Rich homie, baby.
[D] My cousin on my daddy's side sell cocaine.
[D] What you do with that pack?
Take off on [F#m] that purple call it [Bm] Soul Clang.
I get my [F#m] flow from Bon and Ricky, [C#m] cause they dope the [D] same.
If you get [F#m] locked up, unpredicted, [F#] then that hoe to [D] blame.
Should've [F#m] never let that bitch [F#] steal you, it was on the [D] way.
You can [F#m] bluff him out that sack if you keep your [F#] poker face.
Fuck that, break your [F#m] shoulder blade.
Hold [G#m] trunk, don't throw your [D] spade.
Got my [F#m] ass boxed in the water [F#] so I can salt the [D] game.
I heard your [F#m] lawyer blow the case, [B] you need your own help.
[D] Nigga, you can't do [F#m] shit for me.
Bitch, [C#m] I make my own [D] self.
I'm in trouble, my rich [C#m] homies ain't got to work no more.
[D] They saying [F#m] I can't put rich [B] homies on my shit no more.
[D] I got them [F#m] paying for my attention, [C#m] I ain't gonna hurt them folks.
[D] Every chance I'm with them, I tell my nigga [C#m] that we ain't gonna hurt [D] no more.
[F#m] When I told [C#m] my nigga that shit's [D] out.
_ [F#m] You know what I [B] mean, right?
We ain't gonna hurt [D] no more.
_ I'm [C#m] back till that guy's mad.
[D] _ _ And he really [F] homie for life.
If you was hanging up a girl on [Bm] them back, baby.
Frank picking up the phones in the back, [E] baby.
Or riding in the Ghost [D] calling Pat Swayze.
Your [F#m] mama did dope while she was pregnant.
Nigga, you some crack.
I don't [D] keyboard, but I'm bad station.
No [F#m] precious, I love fat faces.
If it don't [D] make money, then it don't make sense.
[F#m] Rich homies, they stuck, cause [E] they on they shit.
[D] And I don't get [F#m] hit, nigga.
I ain't big, [C#m] nigga.
See, I'm a rich nigga, but [D] I spray, spray, spray.
[F#m] I got me own six, [F#] nigga.
It's my clique, nigga.
[D] Then the KKK, it's a [F#m] whole lot of other shit, [C#m] nigga.
We ain't with, nigga.
You [D] say you killed, nigga.
But you ain't [F#m] killed, nigga.
Cause I'm a real [Bm] nigga.
Let me tell you what [D] with them, nigga.
[F#m] These niggas try to come in your [G#m] face just to see what's [D] going on.
And they be [F#m] the same one to take off [F#] when everything start [D] going wrong.
They say that [F#m] lame bitch straight, [C#m] and she ain't hurt for [D] nothing.
That [F#m] same nigga hate, [C#m] got on working for [D] me.
I'm in [F#m] tour.
Got rich homies, [C#m] ain't got to work no more.
[D] They saying I [F#m] can't put rich homies [C#m] on my show no more.
[D] I got them paying for my attention, [C#m] I ain't gonna hurt them, though.
[D] Every chance I'm with them, I tell my nigga [E] that we ain't gonna hurt [D] no more.
[F#m] Yeah.
I [C#m] tell them we ain't gonna hurt [D] no more. [F#m] Oh, yeah.
[B] _ _
[D] _ _ [F#m] I [A] tell them we ain't gonna hurt [D] no more.
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[F#] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [E] _ _
[D] _ _ [F#m] _ [E] We ain't gonna hurt [D] no _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [C#m] _ _
[D] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [F#] _ _
[D] _ _ [F#m] more.
I [F#] tell them we ain't gonna hurt no more.
[D] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _