VerseAm
Ain't Nobody fucking with me
Em
First degree murder, you can get your degree
Motherfucker
G
And you ain't gotta wonder 'bout me wonder woman
EmG
Tune gonna ball, money tall, Paul Bunyan
Am
Real brotha shit, pussy brotha gon hate
Em
Pound of the Kush call that bitch pound cake
G
I hit it from the back
G
And make that bitch about face
Em
And then I gotta split
G
I'm sorry baby, sour grapes
BridgeF
She wine, baby don't leave
G
I duck that bullshit, bob and weave
Em
Everybody tripping, but I ain't never tripping
F
Leave your ass flatter than my new television
F
I'm talking about money and the power
F
Power and the money
G
This shit is magic Stan Van Gundy
Em
Ima run this shit till I'm the last man runnin
Em
Mack light that shit, then pass that to me
ChorusAm
Young Money motherfucker yeah
G
We the shit, yeah Weezy go hard like Cialis
F
Don't love that bitch, I fucked that ho
G
She pop X I smoke O's tic-tac-toe
Am
And I stink cause I got alot of shit on my mind
G
They say numbers don't lie, is that a 6 or a 9?
F
I stand infront of the clock
F
Cause I'm ahead of the time
G
Knock your pussy ass off
G
And send your head to your mom
VerseAm
I ain't playing with brothas, no sir not me
Em
And they can't blindfold what my third eye see
G
Yeah I was locked up, but like a bird I'm free
EmG
And the coupe transform, no Tyrese
Am
Hello Goodbye, where are you Wayne?
Em
I'm somewhere inbetween joy and pain
G
And I reach for the stars, got stuck in the clouds
EmG
Got high as a bitch and left my love on the ground
BridgeF
Now ain't that about a bitch? It ain't never about a bitch
G
Ill take your bitch and make her everybody bitch
Em
Backed up by a bunch of G ass brothaa
F
And I just bought your girlfriend some knee pads brotha
F
Eagle street where the real brothas hung
G
Ima rep that shit till Kingdom come
Em
Yeah Sharp brang the drank, I bring the blunts
Em
Fucking with me its blood, brains or guts
ChorusAm
Fuck yall for real though
G
Sleep with the hammer under the pillow
F
Get into the room, bend her over like her elbows
G
Soon as I'm done peel off like velcro, gone.
AmG
baby I'm stoned, smoking on the strong
F
Got a huge ass bong, swag off the hook
F
You can't use that phone
G
Stopped at the light and put my roof back on
VerseAm
One time for the G's, the brothas got it lock'd
Em
The brothas with the keys, The brothas on the block
G
The brothas on they P's and Q's
EmG
Put your bitch ass on the evening news
Am
Jumping in the game better read the rules
Em
High as a bitch yeah that's me on the moon
G
Fuck with me die soon, not late
EmG
And I'm sorry for the motherfucking wait
Am
Tunechi
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.