Trouble "Ready (Remix)" Feat. Young Thug, Young Dolph & Big Bank Black (WSHH Exclusive) Chords

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_ Don't take my money!
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Shoddy Fresh, Shoddy Fresh _ _
Been had it ain't brag
We getting money like Meets now
I'm having more power than politics
50 killers in each town
Can't even remember my first bitch
Got turnt out by my first lick
Man I got all my same poppers
I love my niggas I never cross em
Whoever shot the bank should've did that
All my sister shots where your key hit sex
Big bank came out the womb ready
Sweet D's pussy got my blue ready
Ten spot a thousand for my father hundred
One for my chum a tell a pussy nigga go get ready
Strapped up right now forty in the booth
With me I ain't even trusting my [D] engineer
Might say [Gm] my life like a nigga that's a fear
My grandma always told me can't live by fear
But nigga won't smoke this shit right here
You really won't smoke this shit right here
Keep throwing the rocks high in your hand nigga get your wrist chopped
Keep high pussy nigga get your beard popped
Against all odds big bank like [Dm] he Poo Pop
Try shit come [F#m] across the house [Gm] and crew up
I get involved so deeply
I can't even get one of my feet out
Boy that shit thicker than gator mud
She go to sleep and I creep out
I got them birds and them bees out
Suck on my dog with a leash out
50k just get my teeth out
I got some cuts for the lease out
Couple bad bitches we ready for
My rollin gold on my leprechaun
That shit ain't right if they steppin on
Got on ice no no money
Came up on her condom
I came up on so on
Another level, 7k for the show check the schedule
And I'm hooked up little bitch what it cost
Gotta get a hundred P's
I gotta get em, I'm in the kitchen whippin
All them babies and my niggas and my bitches
Brat brittle, not a kaboom
Riding with these type of bitches
But a limp Siaka bitch
I'm allergic to zing food
These lil shrooms need to stop it bitch
Yeah nigga I'm Aquafina
And my boy got lots of niggas
All my rollers [Dm] iced out [Gm] penises
Make these bitches [Dm] suck up all the seniors
[Gm] We on gold nigga stop it
That's why I'm a hit like stereography
My nigga put one [Dm] in your dong with me
We do it without using [Gm] phones idiot
My bitch so wet like she came off a boat
And these niggas know I do tree numbin
She come up on my baby scoop me like shower deep
Put that whole [F#] dick off in the sea under me
[Gm] I'ma take this bitch as far as it go
Walk around and you can find what to blow
Show the bitch with me and care [A] like I know I ain't need [D] you
Try to take it she gotta go
Can't [Gm] get involved too deeply
Can't set myself up for letdowns
Get on them bars get sleepy
Grab a lil bitch and go lay it down
Can't even remember my weekend
Barely can get up to net day
All I know that I'm still getting paid
Chained on the floor by my Michael J
Couple of bitches were ready
Chop her on side and be ready
When in the hit they be ready
Did you not think I was ready
I just told Ray this shit ready
Gotta go push it on out to the block
Gotta go push it on out to the street
Whatever do it heavy young nigga [D] be ready
This [Gm] is that bitch I gotta get a hundred peas
A hundred peas I gotta get em
Give up on what my nigga done done did
Go wrong go right nigga ride with em
24-7 ride with the trouble bitch
Ride with the trouble
We can afford some problems
I can afford [D] some problems
[Gm] Be the one I lay it down
Bad bitches I just lay em down
New emotions [Dm] I can't play around
[Gm] Power gone I [Dm] made my way around
[Gm] Through the city money gotta get em
Francis was out shooting dice with em
My bitch she [Dm] wanted me home with her
Texting her talking on phones with her
[Gm] Fuck with you but the way a nigga fuck with you
Make it seem like I don't fuck with you
I don't hit your phone all the time
You see it make you feel like you ain't on my mind
How the fuck is you ain't on my mind
When I just went and helped you go and flip a dime
Why the fuck are these bitches in groups
Must be doing something [Dm] under the table
[Gm] All of my niggas they ready
Y'all some pussies you scary
All on the internet [Dm] telling
Trying [Gm] to have a real nigga [Dm] jailing
This shit [Gm] around my neck so heavy
I'ma keep dripping sauce spaghetti
Oh that why they mad huh
[Dm] Don't like how I sag huh
Pockets [Gm] full of cash huh
Hit your bitch from the back huh
Get it in her face yeah
I know that you hate that
I'm sorry I can't take it back
Real niggas they relate to that
_ Any nigga that record when it's time for gangster shit he the police
And I fucked your boss man baby
Mama signed a hotel for four weeks
Now I sent a little boy to take care of grown man business
If I was you I'd be mad at me too so I ain't tripping For real
Raps solo in a drop top through the city It's dope _ _ _ _ _ _
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