Tom: G major•
Verse 1
G
C
One two y'all, ya don't stop
One two y'all, ya don't stop
G
One two y'all, ya don't stop
C#m
One two y'all, ya
don't stop
One two y'all, ya don't stop
C
G
C
One two y'all, ya don't stop
G
C
G
One two y'all, ya
G
One two y'all, ya don't stop
C
G
C
G
One two y'all, ya don't
Verse 2
to hit Pitkin Ave
C
Knapsack strapped on my back
G
cause everything got bagged
C
G
In sight, when I got put out put up a fight
G
all you seen was a streak of light
C
I'm broke, it's time to catch some wreck,
then fill up the bag with ease
Pump shit on the block and make
C#m
Sometimes I even hit the pocket,
I got knocked
G
C
One time, two times, shit,
C
So I took my 'Lo and Guess,
C
On the ave, it's all about the green
So if you in the house and
you know what it's about
G
C
Gettin' paid, come on,
Verse 3
C#m
Make money, money, make money,
money, money
make money, money, money
Make money, money, make money,
money, money
Make money, money,
Verse 4
make money, money, money
C
Take money, money, take money,
C
Take money, money, take money,
money, money
Take money, money, take money,
money, money
Take money, money,
take money, money, money
Verse 5
C#m
paid, and I mean quick fast
G
C
And if it ain't the cash
then that ass get blast
Livin in New York nowadays is like damn
Cause if you're broke nobody
wants to be your man
G
C
Es pecially the girls when
it come to kickin game
G
C
You got to have the loot
plus the gear to maintain
G
C
I can't take the heat,
there's a strain on my brain
G
C
And when my pockets are broke
my heart feels the pain
G
C#m
I gotta get a grip 'cause I might just flip
G
C
I'm thinkin of a whip,
where's my crew and my clip?
It's a jack,
take your fuckin hand off the wheel
G
C
Turn around slowly, bitch,
I need dough
G
C
And I'mma do what I gotta do,
flip the script and get paid
G
C
But if I puff a daydream, damn,
C#m
C
Word to my meals, no frills, gotta go
And if you wanna bump
makin dough let me know
G
C
I rather get paid with the paid program
G
C
You can keep your fame and
fuck who's the man
I scheme and I scheme till
of the money fiend
G
Niggas let me hit the screen
if you want dough
Verse 6
C#m
Make money, money, make money,
money, money
make money, money, money
Make money, money, make money,
money, money
Make money, money,
Verse 7
make money, money, money
G
C
Take money, money, take money,
money, money
Take money, money, take money,
money, money
Take money, money, take money,
C
Take money, money, take money,
money, money
Verse 8
C#m
now my moms wanna flip
I gotta hear the fuckin' lip
The house ain't clean and
the rent's overdue
I hear the same line, yeah,
"I do it all for you"
You do it all for me but all
I want is my own
I wanna represent, so I keep shit known
That I'm for the dough and nothin
but the dead pres
Fuck Uncle Sam and
the bullshit he says
C#m
You got to get paid says
the man on the corner
C
See a fly shortie lookin good,
push up on her
Now I'm like the man cause
Shit is mad real, kid,
G
On the streets of New York,
It seems like only poor people eat pork
G
C
Word to my herb, make your loot in the spot
G
C
If you wanna get paid,
Verse 9
let me see you lick one shot
C#m
Make money, money, make money,
money, money
C
Make money, money, make money,
money, money
Make money, money, make money,
money, money
Make money, money,
Verse 10
make money, money, money
C
Take money, money, take money,
C
Take money, money, take money,
C
Take money, money, take money,
money, money
Take money, money, take money, money,
C#m
C
Outro 1
money
C
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C#m
C
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