Intro Cm I love you Cm Turn my headphone down a little bit, yeah Gm For so many reasons Cm Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I do), yeah, yeah yeah yeah Cm Yeah, yeah, ah, ah, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah Pre Chorus Bb How much money you got? (Straight up) How much money you got? (Straight up) Bb How much money you got? (Straight up) How much money you got? (A lot) Chorus Cm How much money you got? (A lot) How many problems you got? (A lot) Cm How many people done doubted you? (A lot) Left you out to rot? (A lot) Bb How many pray that you flop? (A lot) How many lawyers you got? (A lot) Bb How many times you got shot? (A lot) How many niggas you shot? (A lot) Cm How many times did you ride? (A lot) How many niggas done died? (A lot) Cm How many times did you cheat? (A lot) How many times did you lie? (A lot) Bb How many times did she leave? (A lot) How many times did she cry? (A lot) Bb How many chances she done gave you? F*ck around with these thots (A lot) Verse 1 Cm Every day that I'm alive, I’ma ride with the stick Cm I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich Bb Told my brothers take my breath if I turn to a snitch Bb But I'm 21 forev’, ain't no way I'ma switch Post Chorus Cm Break it down, I break it down Cm I break it down, I break it down Bb I break it down, I break it down Bb I break it down, I break it down Verse 2 Cm Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks Cm My heart so cold I could put it in my cup Bb Gang vs. the world, me and my dawg, it was us Bb Then you went and wrote a statement, And that really f*cked me up Cm My brother lost his life and it turned me to a beast Cm My brother got life and it turned me to the streets Bb I been through the storm and it turned me to a G Bb But the other side was sunny, I get paid to rap on beats Chorus Cm How much money you got? (A lot) How many problems you got? (A lot) Cm How many people done doubted you? (A lot) Left you out to rot? (A lot) Bb How many pray that you flop? (A lot) How many lawyers you got? (A lot) Bb How many times you got shot? (A lot) How many niggas you shot? (A lot) Cm How many times did you ride? (A lot) How many niggas done died? (A lot) Cm How many times did you cheat? (A lot) How many times did you lie? (A lot) Bb How many times did she leave? (A lot) How many times did she cry? (A lot) Bb How many chances she done gave you? Cm F*ck around with these thots (A lot) Bridge Cm Break it on down, I break it on down Cm I break it on down, I break it on down Bb Yeah, I just came from the A Bb I drove back home, six hour drive, six and a half Cm (I break it, break it down) Before I left I stopped by To see my nigga 21 in the studio Cm (I break it, break it down) (I break it, break it down) Bb He had two of his kids with him right in the studio, That's when I knew Bb You a stand up nigga, I love seein' shit like that Verse 3 N.C. Question Cm How many faking they streams? (A lot) Cm Getting they plays from machines (A lot) I can see behind the smoke and mirrors Cm Niggas ain't really big as they seem (Hmm) Bb I never say anything (Nah), everybody got they thing (True) Bb Some niggas make millions, other niggas make memes (Hmm) Cm I'm on a money routine I don't want smoke, I want cream Cm I don’t want no more comparisons This is a marathon and I’m aware Cm I been playing it back from a lack of promotions Bb I never was one for the bragging and boasting I guess I was hoping the music would speak for itself, Bb But the people want everything else Cm Okay, no problem, I'll show up on everyone album You know what the outcome will be Cm I’m batting a thousand It's got to the point that these rappers Don't even like rappin' with me Bb F*ck it ’cause my nigga 21 Savage just hit me Bb And told me he saved me a spot on a new record he got Bb He call it "a lot," I open my book and I jot Cm Pray for Tekashi, they want him to rot I picture him inside a cell on a cot Cm 'Flectin' on how he made it to the top Wondering if it was worth it or not Bb I pray for Markelle 'cause they f*cked up his shot Just want you to know that you got it, my nigga Bb Though I never met you, I know that you special And that the Lord blessed you, don't doubt it, my nigga Cm Dennis Smith, Jr., stay solid, my nigga I'm on a tangent, not how I planned it Cm I had some fans that hopped and abandoned ship When they thought that I wasn't gone pan out, Bb I got a plan They say that success is the greatest revenge, tell all your friends Bb Cole on a mission, cementin' the spot as the greatest who did it N.C. Before it all ends, nigga Chorus Cm How much money you got? (A lot) How many problems you got? (A lot) Cm How many people done doubted you? (A lot) Left you out to rot? (A lot) Bb How many pray that you flop? (A lot) How many lawyers you got? (A lot) Bb How many times you got shot? (A lot) How many niggas you shot? (A lot) Cm How many times did you ride? (A lot) How many niggas done died? (A lot) Cm How many times did you cheat? (A lot) How many times did you lie? (A lot) Bb How many times did she leave? (A lot) How many times did she cry? (A lot) Bb How many chances she done gave you? F*ck around with these thots (A lot) Outro Cm Break it on down, I break it on down Cm I break it on down, I break it on down Bb I break it down, I break it down Bb I break it down, I break it down Cm I break it on down, I break it down Cm I break it down, I break it down Bb I break it down, I break it down Bb Cm I break it down, I break it down, I br- Cm Cm Bb I love you
