Tom: F# minor•
Verse 1
F#m
D
A
E
Hello...
(Coca)
F#m
D
Aloha...
(Cribs Mania)
A
It's Love...
(Yeah)
E
F#m
Turn the lights on!
Verse 2
D
I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip,
F#m
you know that I'm the shit,
D
220 on the dash, that .40 on my hip,
A
Throw up a bunch of cash,
make them bitches do the splits,
E
F#m
They say
D
F#m
Hello, hello, hello, aloha
I'm the shit,
E
F#m
They say
A
D
Hello, hello, hello, aloha
A
F#m
(Yeah!) because I'm so fly,
Verse 3
D
you can call me Missy's boo,
A
Pull up in the SLR, have all
F#m
All them college credits,
D
you can throw them things away,
A
You ain't gonna be needin' a job,
E
F#m
you fuckin' with Jose!
D
Heyy, hello, hello, aloha,
A
I go hard, I'm so fly, we so hot,
D
A
E
F#m
they so not,
D
Shiiiit, them other niggas is lame,
A
See you on the sidelines,
E
time to put you in the game,
D
party's up in Diddy's house,
A
Pushed her through the door,
E
set to show her what the city 'bout,
F#m
Touched a couple blocks,
D
got the dough and skate off,
me and my baby made- off
E
Hello!
Verse 4
F#m
D
I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip,
E
F#m
you know that I'm the shit,
D
220 on the dash, that .40 on my hip,
A
Throw up a bunch of cash,
make them bitches do the splits,
D
F#m
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
(Aloha!)
A
Because they know that I'm the shit,
E
F#m
They say
A
D
Hello, hello, hello, aloha
F#m
Aloha, (It's Love!) because
I'm so fly!
A
F#m
(Turn the lights on!)
Verse 5
F#m
Try to play me short,
D
I'm a fuck around and fade a bitch,
A
Fresh up off the porch on that Kool-
E
Aid and them tater chips,
F#m
Don't fuck with lames,
D
'cause they be on that hater shit,
A
If you got a problem with me go ahead
E
F#m
and say that shit!
D
I'm scuba- divin' in Jamaica trick,
E
F#m
I'm on that Anita Baker shit!
D
Or you could find me on the charts,
A
Or up in St. Barts racing European cars,
E
F#m
Screamin' "FUCK THE LAW"
A
And she my baby mama 'cause
them other bitches flaw!
E
F#m
Ohhh, I'm what
F#m
A
E
it's pimpin' when I'm involved,
Verse 6
Hello!
F#m
D
I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip,
F#m
you know that I'm the shit,
D
220 on the dash, that .40 on my hip,
A
Throw up a bunch of cash,
E
make them bitches do the splits,
D
F#m
Hello, hello, hello, aloha,
A
E
Because they know that I'm the shit,
A
D
F#m
Hello, hello, hello, aloha
Bm
E
F#m
Aloha, because I'm so fly!
A
Now tell me why these hater
Verse 7
E
s wanna
F#m
see the end of Joe?
A
E
Honestly, I'm runnin' out of
ways to spend my dough,
F#m
E
I'm burnin' down the stores,
F#m
I'm such a shopaholic,
D
Whatcha know it ain't trickin if
D
Louis scarfs, Louis frames,
Louis boxers, got all the Louis she wants,
E
F#m
yeahhhhh!
D
And you ain't got nothin' for us,
A
Millions on the tourin' and the
crib ain't got a mortgage,
E
F#m
Yes I'm the rain man,
E
F#m
watch her spread it like swine flu!
D
Haha, they say Joey on some other shit,
A
And if that bitch start actin' up,
E
I go and grab my other bitch!
Verse 8
F#m
D
I ain't gotta lie, so don't even trip,
E
F#m
you know that I'm the shit,
D
220 on the dash, that .40 on my hip,
A
Throw up a bunch of cash,
make them bitches do the splits,
E
F#m
They say
D
F#m
Hello, hello, hello, aloha
F#m
They say
A
D
Hello, hello, hello, aloha
F#m
A
E
F#m
Aloha, because I'm so fly!
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