Chords for This Week

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Bb

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F

Eb

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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This Week chords
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Cut that [Ebm] shit up, Kway.
[Eb] [B] [Abm] [Ebm]
[Bb] [Ebm]
[F] [B]
[Bb]
[Ebm]
[B]
[Ebm] [Bb] [Ebm] I'm rich, got caught with another nigga bitch.
New G wagon, 18, no tint.
Can't keep up with the money I spent.
I don't keep count, I just [Eb] know that I'm getting it.
I been in a room where they gon' take my chain.
I ain't really tripping [Bb] if a young nigga get it.
Hoes that got insurance, nigga, you gon' die with it.
Breaking new [Eb] ground until you make a nigga feel it.
We ran a rasta up in the [Ebm] basement, we ain't had no paper.
Buy every bando on the dead end, [F] we ain't got [B] no neighbor.
We got a whole city on his eye, they tell the flood to [Ebm] send all the flavors.
I never went for a stash, and you [Bb] can't pay a nigga to tell you I [Ebm] paid him.
Shout out to the real ones who getting it, yeah.
Run around the city, no ceiling, yeah.
I had to upgrade my living, yeah.
Took me some time, but I [B] did it, yeah.
I'm balling, I stay on my pivot, yeah.
[F] Play with me, one of the real ones, [Ebm] yeah.
[Bb] I see them showing shots, anyone that don't hit me, we killing [Ebm] them dead.
Poured up, sipping on drink.
Told [Bb] them that I quit, but [Ebm] I can't.
I just ran through a whole [F] bank.
Got a whole nother [B] M in the bank this week.
Hope a nigga don't think I'm sweet.
[Eb] Little homie graduate, [Bb] buy him new teeth.
Everything mine, don't really like keep.
All kind of [Eb] cars, nigga, check out my fleet.
We ran a restaurant, been in a basement.
We ain't had no cable.
Buy every bando on the dead end.
[F] We ain't got [B] no name.
I was running through bags on [Ebm] camera,
telling them, speak them to, how you can't handle this.
I'm a [Bb] liar to your honor, I'm [Ebm] scandalous.
I like how she watching me.
This jewelry on me [Bb] going insane.
[Eb] I come from the poverty.
This money ain't making me [B] change.
Everything lit when we go out, yeah.
Whole lot of fall, we go out, yeah.
My diamonds on [Bb] fleek, they go up, yeah.
Everybody sipping and pour up, yeah.
All the PTs came from Cinco.
Holding fours don't hit me [Ebm] with a Rico.
You can make a column, get a kilo.
[F] Keep it real, you niggas know my [B] steelo.
Hold that thought, just keep that on a D-Lo.
We don't pay [F] no notes, don't go through [Ebm] repos.
We don't hit them [Bb] up and make them repos.
I became a neighborhood hero.
Trying to listen to my conversation.
[Bb] Bank account, a lot of [Ebm] punctuation.
Told the plug ain't no more situations.
Trap house [F] rolling, Roger [B] Davis.
Pulled up, sipping on drink, yeah.
[Ebm] Everywhere I go, big bang, yeah.
Ain't never withdraw from the [Bb] bank, yeah.
Give it down, what a fuck [Ebm] nigga think?
Pulled up, sipping on drink.
[Bb] Told them that I [Ebm] quit, but I came.
I just ran through a whole bank.
Had a whole [B] nother M in the bank this week.
Hope a nigga don't think I'm sweet.
Little homie graduate, buy [Bb] me a Jeep.
Everything mine, don't really like keep.
All kind of cars, nigga, [Ebm] check out my fleet.
We ran a Razzle up in the basement.
We ain't had no cables.
Buy every band on a [F] dead end.
We ain't got no [B] names.
I was running through bags [F] on camera.
[Ebm] Tell them how you can't handle this.
I'm a lie to your honor, I'm scandalous.
[Eb] [Bb] [Eb] [G] [B]
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Bb
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B
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134211111
Eb
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Ebm
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Bb
12341111
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_ _ Cut that [Ebm] shit up, Kway. _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [Abm] _ [Ebm] _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ [B] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ [Bb] [Ebm] I'm rich, got caught with another nigga bitch.
New G wagon, 18, no tint.
Can't keep up with the money I spent.
I don't keep count, I just [Eb] know that I'm getting it.
I been in a room where they gon' take my chain.
I ain't really tripping [Bb] if a young nigga get it.
Hoes that got insurance, nigga, you gon' die with it.
Breaking new [Eb] ground until you make a nigga feel it.
We ran a rasta up in the [Ebm] basement, we ain't had no paper.
Buy every bando on the dead end, [F] we ain't got [B] no neighbor.
We got a whole city on his eye, they tell the flood to [Ebm] send all the flavors.
I never went for a stash, and you [Bb] can't pay a nigga to tell you I [Ebm] paid him.
Shout out to the real ones who getting it, yeah.
Run around the city, no ceiling, yeah.
I had to upgrade my living, yeah.
Took me some time, but I [B] did it, yeah.
I'm balling, I stay on my pivot, yeah.
[F] Play with me, one of the real ones, [Ebm] yeah.
[Bb] I see them showing shots, anyone that don't hit me, we killing [Ebm] them dead.
Poured up, sipping on drink.
Told [Bb] them that I quit, but [Ebm] I can't.
I just ran through a whole [F] bank.
Got a whole nother [B] M in the bank this week.
Hope a nigga don't think I'm sweet.
[Eb] Little homie graduate, [Bb] buy him new teeth.
Everything mine, don't really like keep.
All kind of [Eb] cars, nigga, check out my fleet.
We ran a restaurant, been in a basement.
We ain't had no cable.
Buy every bando on the dead end.
[F] We ain't got [B] no name.
I was running _ through bags on [Ebm] camera,
telling them, speak them to, how you can't handle this.
I'm a [Bb] liar to your honor, I'm [Ebm] scandalous.
I like how she watching me.
This jewelry on me [Bb] going insane.
[Eb] I come from the poverty.
This money ain't making me [B] change.
Everything lit when we go out, yeah.
Whole lot of fall, we go out, yeah.
My diamonds on [Bb] fleek, they go up, yeah.
Everybody sipping and pour up, yeah.
All the PTs came from Cinco.
Holding fours don't hit me [Ebm] with a Rico.
You can make a column, get a kilo.
[F] Keep it real, you niggas know my [B] steelo.
Hold that thought, just keep that on a D-Lo.
We don't pay [F] no notes, don't go through [Ebm] repos.
We don't hit them [Bb] up and make them repos.
I became a neighborhood hero.
Trying to listen to my conversation.
[Bb] Bank account, a lot of [Ebm] punctuation.
Told the plug ain't no more situations.
Trap house [F] rolling, Roger [B] Davis.
Pulled up, sipping on drink, yeah.
[Ebm] Everywhere I go, big bang, yeah.
Ain't never withdraw from the [Bb] bank, yeah.
Give it down, what a fuck [Ebm] nigga think?
Pulled up, sipping on drink.
[Bb] Told them that I [Ebm] quit, but I came.
I just ran through a whole bank.
Had a whole [B] nother M in the bank this week.
Hope a nigga don't think I'm sweet.
Little homie graduate, buy [Bb] me a Jeep.
Everything mine, don't really like keep.
All kind of cars, nigga, [Ebm] check out my fleet.
We ran a Razzle up in the basement.
We ain't had no cables.
Buy every band on a [F] dead end.
We ain't got no [B] names.
I was _ running through bags [F] on camera.
[Ebm] Tell them how you can't handle this.
I'm a lie to your honor, I'm scandalous.
[Eb] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [G] _ [B] _