Tom: Bb major•
Verse 1
Bb
C
Hoo!
Eb
Yeah it's another one of
them marvelous shits
Bb
Yeah, Flipmode, huh, Busta Rhymes shit,
yeah
Eb
As I say it over and over again
Bb
From song to song, yeah, so remarkable
C
Hah, heh, yeah, so remarkable
Verse 2
Hardcore, riggady raw,
Bb
Eb
lay niggas flat on the floor
Bb
We climb into the back of the four
Nonchalant flavor fo' sure,
Flava like you never seen it before
Eb
Ha, holy, sacred, and pure
Flipmode, be on it fo' sure
Bb
Be incredible to settle the score
Like a nigga shot you in the face,
C
through the peephole in the door
Cm
From New York, down to Singapore
Eb
Cm
Eb
Keep you niggas jumpin' around,
had the bitches beggin fo' more
Bb
Street niggas, yeah we speak for the poor
Now we stack cheddar galore,
C
when we shop and buy at the store
Eb
Metaphor like nuclear war
I warned niggas if you try to bite,
shit I'll leave a crack in your jaw
Bb
Take the livest niggas out on a tour
Make a nigga black in the spot,
C
make you want to take off a door
Verse 3
Cm
All my dogs who hustle everyday
Eb
All my dogs who hustle everyday now
laundrymat around the way
And own a store laundrymat around
Eb
We got to get it, YEAH!
My niggas, all my niggas
Bb
Show Me What You Got for me,
what you got for me
All my niggas what ya got for me
C
All my shorties who stay fresh everyday
Eb
Cm
Eb
All my shorties that
stay fresh everyday
Bb
My get money bitches who still
hang around the way
All my get money bitches that
Eb
We got to get it, YEAH! We gotta
My bitches, all my bitches, c'mon
Bb
Tell me what you got for me
What you got for me,
C
all my bitches what you got for me
Verse 4
Eb
Now, yo, we stay packing the toast
Could give a fuck, bust at a ghost
And end up on the front of the post
Bb
Niggas know that I be rocking the most
Fuckin Ethiopian bitches,
C
living in the ivory coast
Eb
Let me drug y'all niggas up wit a dose
Make you act just like you suppose'
Watch a nigga playing me close
Bb
Nowadays type of dough that we gross
I celebrate and throw me a roast
C
And get an old face for a host
We get it hype even when
Niggas know my word is my bond
When we come you know we the bomb
Bb
Hypnotic shit, get you retarded
Should of known it was a bad move
C
Fucking around and getting me started
Eb
Still whipping in the back of the truck
So what, not givin a fuck
In the streets, living it up
Bb
So what happened to the last nigga bust
Could give a fuck whoever he was
C
Throw them niggas outta the clubs
Eb
Them niggas all, shit turning me off
Tie 'em up, makin 'em cough
Gag 'em in the throat wit a cloff
Bb
After that we go and wild for the night
Make 'em know the style for the night
C
Car low, pile for the night
You know we always give
Black it out and party for days
Let y'all niggas fuck with the strays
Bb
Fucking dimes at the end of the days
Getting money but it's too late
C
Got a nigga stuck in his ways
Verse 5
C
All my dogs who hustle everyday
Eb
All my dogs who hustle everyday now
laundrymat around the way
And own a store laundrymat around
Eb
We got to get it, YEAH!
My niggas, all my niggas
Bb
Show Me What You Got for me,
what you got for me
All my niggas what ya got for me
C
Cm
All my shorties who stay fresh everyday
Bb
Eb
stay fresh everyday
Bb
My get money bitches who still
hang around the way
All my get money bitches that
Eb
We got to get it, YEAH! We gotta
My bitches, all my bitches, c'mon
Bb
Tell me what you got for me
What you got for me,
C
all my bitches what you got for me
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