Sorry 4 The Wait by Lil Wayne
Key: AmAm | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Verse
Am
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
Em                     G
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
Bridge
F
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
Em7
Mack light that shit, then pass that to me
Chorus
Am
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
Verse
Am
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
           Em          G
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
Em                     G
Got high as a bitch and left my love on the ground
Bridge
F
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
Em7
Fucking with me its blood, brains or guts
Chorus
Am
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.
Am                                 G
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
Verse
Am
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
        Em                     G
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
Em                                     G
And I'm sorry for the motherfucking wait
Am
Tunechi