Chords for Twist Made Me
Tempo:
108 bpm
Chords used:
D
F#m
C#m
Bm
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#m] I'm a twist man, we [C#m] do this.
My partner here with me.
[Bm]
[D]
Money over [F#m] bitches.
Never kill a woman unless she a [C#m] witness.
How about my business?
Survival of the fittest.
[B] She let me have my weed in her titties.
Bitch, [D] I got the cash in a rubber band.
[F#m] I got the Glock.
All red cock.
[C#] Boom.
Fuckin' with a nigga, meet my motherfuckin' [B] goons.
Sorry for the wait, call the phone, come [C#] soon.
Light [D] it up, cause I'm a smoker.
She [F#m] tried to deep throat, I fuck around and choke her.
[C#] It's young money, motherfucker, game over.
[E] Shots leave [B] your body lookin' like you're doin' yoga.
And [D] Lord knows I'm a sinner, payin' pills for dinner.
[F#m] Bitch, I'm gettin' money like I got a money [C#m] printer.
And I got a chopper and a trimmer, shootin' like Gemma.
[Bm] You comin' in that water, boy, you better be a swimmer.
[D] I ain't worryin' bout a y'all, I'm sittin' in my [F#m] house.
My Mr.
Neil Baker say you bring a meat jar.
[C#m] Came straight outta jail and did my thing on these boys.
[Bm] And we all yell, fuck you bitch, and kept [D] on, I'm home.
And that's right, baby.
[F#m] And I ain't goin' out this bitch without a fight, baby.
[C#m] One request, please don't bite, baby.
I [Bm] got some bomb ass pussy from a white lady.
[D] I ain't lyin', I'ma shine like a nickel or a [F#] dime.
And I smoke a lot of weed to keep them bitches off of [C#] mine.
Girl, stop talkin' that shit.
[B] Don't suck a nigga dick for a new outfit.
[D] And even if the sky come [F#m]
fallin', bitch, I'ma still be high.
[C#m] I got faith in my weed, [Bm] man.
My little nigga got yay by the [D] bean bag.
Hit your ass from the side like a screen [F#m] pass.
And that red bandana is the team [C#m] flag.
Yeah, all up in your [Bm] fuckin' face.
Taz, put the album back, sorry for the [D] wait.
[F#m] Yeah, [C#m]
yeah, [Bm] yeah, [D] yeah.
[F#m] [C#m]
[Bm] [D]
[Bm]
My partner here with me.
[Bm]
[D]
Money over [F#m] bitches.
Never kill a woman unless she a [C#m] witness.
How about my business?
Survival of the fittest.
[B] She let me have my weed in her titties.
Bitch, [D] I got the cash in a rubber band.
[F#m] I got the Glock.
All red cock.
[C#] Boom.
Fuckin' with a nigga, meet my motherfuckin' [B] goons.
Sorry for the wait, call the phone, come [C#] soon.
Light [D] it up, cause I'm a smoker.
She [F#m] tried to deep throat, I fuck around and choke her.
[C#] It's young money, motherfucker, game over.
[E] Shots leave [B] your body lookin' like you're doin' yoga.
And [D] Lord knows I'm a sinner, payin' pills for dinner.
[F#m] Bitch, I'm gettin' money like I got a money [C#m] printer.
And I got a chopper and a trimmer, shootin' like Gemma.
[Bm] You comin' in that water, boy, you better be a swimmer.
[D] I ain't worryin' bout a y'all, I'm sittin' in my [F#m] house.
My Mr.
Neil Baker say you bring a meat jar.
[C#m] Came straight outta jail and did my thing on these boys.
[Bm] And we all yell, fuck you bitch, and kept [D] on, I'm home.
And that's right, baby.
[F#m] And I ain't goin' out this bitch without a fight, baby.
[C#m] One request, please don't bite, baby.
I [Bm] got some bomb ass pussy from a white lady.
[D] I ain't lyin', I'ma shine like a nickel or a [F#] dime.
And I smoke a lot of weed to keep them bitches off of [C#] mine.
Girl, stop talkin' that shit.
[B] Don't suck a nigga dick for a new outfit.
[D] And even if the sky come [F#m]
fallin', bitch, I'ma still be high.
[C#m] I got faith in my weed, [Bm] man.
My little nigga got yay by the [D] bean bag.
Hit your ass from the side like a screen [F#m] pass.
And that red bandana is the team [C#m] flag.
Yeah, all up in your [Bm] fuckin' face.
Taz, put the album back, sorry for the [D] wait.
[F#m] Yeah, [C#m]
yeah, [Bm] yeah, [D] yeah.
[F#m] [C#m]
[Bm] [D]
[Bm]
Key:
D
F#m
C#m
Bm
B
D
F#m
C#m
_ _ _ _ [F#m] I'm _ a twist man, we [C#m] do this.
My partner here with me.
_ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
Money over [F#m] bitches.
Never kill a woman unless she a [C#m] witness.
How about my business?
Survival of the fittest.
[B] She let me have my weed in her titties.
Bitch, [D] I got the cash in a rubber band.
[F#m] I got the Glock.
All red cock.
[C#] Boom.
Fuckin' with a nigga, meet my motherfuckin' [B] goons.
Sorry for the wait, call the phone, come [C#] soon.
Light [D] it up, cause I'm a smoker.
She [F#m] tried to deep throat, I fuck around and choke her.
[C#] It's young money, motherfucker, game over.
[E] Shots leave [B] your body lookin' like you're doin' yoga.
And [D] Lord knows I'm a sinner, payin' pills for dinner.
[F#m] Bitch, I'm gettin' money like I got a money [C#m] printer.
And I got a chopper and a trimmer, shootin' like Gemma.
[Bm] You comin' in that water, boy, you better be a swimmer.
[D] I ain't worryin' bout a y'all, I'm sittin' in my [F#m] house.
My Mr.
Neil Baker say you bring a meat jar.
[C#m] Came straight outta jail and did my thing on these boys.
[Bm] And we all yell, fuck you bitch, and kept [D] on, I'm home.
And that's right, baby.
[F#m] And I ain't goin' out this bitch without a fight, baby.
[C#m] One request, please don't bite, baby.
I [Bm] got some bomb ass pussy from a white lady.
[D] I ain't lyin', I'ma shine like a nickel or a [F#] dime.
And I smoke a lot of weed to keep them bitches off of [C#] mine.
Girl, stop talkin' that shit.
[B] Don't suck a nigga dick for a new outfit.
[D] _ And even if the sky come [F#m] _
fallin', bitch, I'ma still be high.
[C#m] _ I got faith in my weed, [Bm] man.
My little nigga got yay by the [D] bean bag.
Hit your ass from the side like a screen [F#m] pass.
And that red bandana is the team [C#m] flag.
Yeah, all up in your [Bm] fuckin' face.
Taz, put the album back, sorry for the [D] wait. _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ Yeah, _ _ [C#m]
yeah, _ _ _ [Bm] yeah, _ _ _ [D] yeah.
_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
My partner here with me.
_ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
Money over [F#m] bitches.
Never kill a woman unless she a [C#m] witness.
How about my business?
Survival of the fittest.
[B] She let me have my weed in her titties.
Bitch, [D] I got the cash in a rubber band.
[F#m] I got the Glock.
All red cock.
[C#] Boom.
Fuckin' with a nigga, meet my motherfuckin' [B] goons.
Sorry for the wait, call the phone, come [C#] soon.
Light [D] it up, cause I'm a smoker.
She [F#m] tried to deep throat, I fuck around and choke her.
[C#] It's young money, motherfucker, game over.
[E] Shots leave [B] your body lookin' like you're doin' yoga.
And [D] Lord knows I'm a sinner, payin' pills for dinner.
[F#m] Bitch, I'm gettin' money like I got a money [C#m] printer.
And I got a chopper and a trimmer, shootin' like Gemma.
[Bm] You comin' in that water, boy, you better be a swimmer.
[D] I ain't worryin' bout a y'all, I'm sittin' in my [F#m] house.
My Mr.
Neil Baker say you bring a meat jar.
[C#m] Came straight outta jail and did my thing on these boys.
[Bm] And we all yell, fuck you bitch, and kept [D] on, I'm home.
And that's right, baby.
[F#m] And I ain't goin' out this bitch without a fight, baby.
[C#m] One request, please don't bite, baby.
I [Bm] got some bomb ass pussy from a white lady.
[D] I ain't lyin', I'ma shine like a nickel or a [F#] dime.
And I smoke a lot of weed to keep them bitches off of [C#] mine.
Girl, stop talkin' that shit.
[B] Don't suck a nigga dick for a new outfit.
[D] _ And even if the sky come [F#m] _
fallin', bitch, I'ma still be high.
[C#m] _ I got faith in my weed, [Bm] man.
My little nigga got yay by the [D] bean bag.
Hit your ass from the side like a screen [F#m] pass.
And that red bandana is the team [C#m] flag.
Yeah, all up in your [Bm] fuckin' face.
Taz, put the album back, sorry for the [D] wait. _ _
_ _ [F#m] _ Yeah, _ _ [C#m]
yeah, _ _ _ [Bm] yeah, _ _ _ [D] yeah.
_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _