Money Man

 
D#m  
 
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up) 
 
Bought a lil' Polkadot, bought a lil' VeChain 
Bought a lil' SafeMoon, houses got safe room, party out in Cancún 
Fuckin' with the Coinbase Pro, got Zcash 
Fuckin' with the Robinhood out, got a free bag 
And I'm on the blockchain, burnin' on blockchain, damn, this shit some octane 
Chillin' at the Hawks game, then I hit the trap spot just to get some bags off 
20K in a lil' denim, mad love 
 
Altcoins in the red, I'ma get 'em half off 
My young nigga hit a lick, he sellin' P's half off 
I'ma go to Mars on niggas, I'ma blast off 
I'ma hit Fendi in the mall, I'ma cash out 
Bad bitch walkin' 'round the crib with her ass out 
Feds tryna plot on a nigga, but I'm too slick 
Every time you see me on the 'Gram, I'm in a new 'fit 
Rich God made a nigga shirt and it's slim fit 
Bad lil' vibe in the room and she slim thick 
 
She just wanna bend that ass over, she gon' take dick 
New body Escalade, damn, this shit a spaceship 
You ain't got at least 20K, don't say shit 
Ridin' in the C8, damn, a nigga feel great 
I be at the spot sellin' bags, I don't tailgate 
I was on the yacht with Tony Hawk talkin' big cake 
If you gettin' to the money, then I know you relate 
Got a lot of strains, nigga, I just served three states 
Almost got too faded burnin' on Cheesecake, let's go 
 
She say she want a boss 'cause her boyfriend a cheapskate 
Say she want a boss 'cause her boyfriend a real lame 
Talkin' on IG Live, I be spittin' real game 
Rose gold Audemars, rose and white Cuban chain 
50K solitaire earring screwbacks 
I can get a nigga life took for a few racks 
This a new flavor of the month, this a new pack 
Been spent that old dead money, these some new racks 
Blueberry Melon in my paper got me relaxed 
 
Smokers love a nigga, they be callin' me to come back 
Fell off for a minute, but I had to make a comeback 
All I see is hate, nigga, where the fuckin' love at? 
I ain't with the broke shit, baby, I'm a rich man 
I ain't feel like slidin' so I might pay a hitman 
Felt like Morray when I was broke, in the quicksand 
 
If Quay ridin' with me with the chopper, call him stick man 
I ain't with the small time shit, call me big man 
He ain't never put no work in, he got soft hands 
Pack just came and it's gone already, nigga 
Gotta cash out, I ain't doin' no credit 
 
Bought a lil' Polkadot, bought a lil' VeChain 
Party out in Cancún, fuckin' with the Coinbase 
Burnin' on blockchain, damn, this shit some octane 
Party out in Cancún, fuckin' with the Coinbase 


Рекомендуемый бой: Восьмерка  
for easy: key "-1" 
 
whole song: Fm D# C# D#  
 
[Chorus] 
Fm 
I got my main lady rockin' Hermès 
She'll hold it down if I    Go to the feds 
I put these racks from the trap on your head 
                  D# 
In less than twenty-four hours, he dead 
 C# 
I turned my niggas to bosses, they up now 
When we let the stick hit, better duck down 
Ain't no talk when we shootin', it's up now 
         D# 
Ain't no changin' the price, I can't come down 
 
Fm 
My vibe is Hispanic, my music organic 
I'm not from this planet, my shooters satanic 
My countertops granite, she ain't got no panties 
                      D# 
I make these hoes panic, I swipe like a bandit 
C# 
My whip is a Lucid, I know the trap fluent 
I put a lil' chick on the plane and she flew it 
We all on the same page, you know we congruent 
                   D# 
I run from the cops, boy, you know I'm elusive 
 
[Verse 1] 
Fm 
The Circle and money, to me, that's important 
My car is imported, my wrist got imported 
She try to come join me 
                                    D# 
I keep that shit different, I'm never conforming 
C# 
I keep that shit Louis, you know what I'm sporting 
I keep that shit MJ, we fucked in some Jordans 
We ridin' 'round the city in back-to-back Porsches 
                            D# 
It's me and three ladies, we havin' an orgy 
                   Fm 
Fuck it, I think I'ma swipe 'til I'm forty 
 
I walked into VLIVE and Magic, it's stormin' 
I bought all this ice so you cannot ignore me 
I bought a McLaren and sat it on Forgis 
I want the juices and berry, no Gordy 
I don't need no engineer to record me 
Purchased a  G Wagen, that's for my shorty 
Rappers ain't safe, so my mama ain't worried 
I told my mama I'd kill if I gotta 
I promise you that you ain't takin' nada 
My girl on the bed drinkin' piña colada 
My car is a 'Vette, but I had an Impala, I count up the dollars 
I told her don't spit it out, you better swallow 
I love when I hit from the back and she holler 
I need me a launching pad 'cause I got choppers 
I'm havin' that bread, I be havin' that guala 
 
[Chorus] 
I got my main lady rockin' Hermès 
She'll hold it down if I    Go to the feds 
I put these racks from the trap on your head 
In less than twenty-four hours, he dead 
I turned my niggas to bosses, they up now 
When we let the stick hit, better duck down 
Ain't no talk when we shootin', it's up now 
Ain't no changin' the price, I can't come down 
My vibe is Hispanic, my music organic 
I'm not from this planet, my shooters satanic 
My countertops granite, she ain't got no panties 
I make these hoes panic, I swipe like a bandit 
My whip is a Lucid, I know the trap fluent 
I put a lil' chick on the plane and she flew it 
We all on the same page, you know we congruent 
I run from the cops, boy, you know I'm elusive 
 
[Verse 2] 
Ain't chasin' these women, I'm hurtin' they feelings 
I'm makin' a killing, I'm tryna get millions 
I'm juicin', I'm cleansin', they hatin', I sense it 
You name it, I did it, they copy, they mimic 
These streets can get wicked, I'm counting my riches 
I'm gettin' this money, I'm turnin' down bitches 
I had to wise up, had to cut off some niggas 
I keep buyin' pistols, I keep buyin' Louis 
I keep buyin' houses, I keep buyin' jewelry 
My bully a merle, my Frenchie a fluffy 
I'm probably gon' make me a quarter from puppies 
We fill up a trailer and keep that shit truckin' 
We shoot that shit first, so it's no need for duckin' 
She just a thottie, ain't no need to cuff her 
My apartment a jungle, my reefer is musty 
My girl is a queen, you gon' die if you touch her 
We apes in the jungle, we ready to rumble 
We hang with the lions and bears and the gators 
We trap in Dekalb, got a house in Decatur 
We count up the paper, that 'za is my fragrance 
I'm gainin' this wisdom, I'm havin' some vision 
My partners in prison, I pray that I see 'em 
I got the blueprint, you know I be teachin' 
He plannin' on robbin' us, we leave him leakin' 
 
[Chorus] 
I got my main lady rockin' Hermès 
She'll hold it down if I    Go to the feds 
I put these racks from the trap on your head 
In less than twenty-four hours, he dead 
I turned my niggas to bosses, they up now 
When we let the stick hit, better duck down 
Ain't no talk when we shootin', it's up now 
Ain't no changin' the price, I can't come down 
My vibe is Hispanic, my music organic 
I'm not from this planet, my shooters satanic 
My countertops granite, she ain't got no panties 
I make these hoes panic, I swipe like a bandit 
My whip is a Lucid, I know the trap fluent 
I put a lil' chick on the plane and she flew it 
We all on the same page, you know we congruent 
I run from the cops, boy, you know I'm elusive 


Рекомендуемый бой: Восьмерка  
D#m B  
 
Yeah, yeah 
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
Let’s go, let’s go, yeah 
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Trauma Tone) 
Yeah 
 
    D#m 
I’m a walkin’ business, nigga, I should be an LLC 
  B 
I keep shooters who on point with me just like I’m CP3 
  D#m 
I was up in Bushwick with this blicky like I’m 22Gz 
 B 
Trippin’ off this psilocin, sometimes it put my mind at ease 
D#m 
Pull up with this rifle like I’m Devin Booker, nothin’ but net 
 B 
Told lil’ mama I ain’t even tryna smash her, I want nothin’ but neck 
 D#m 
Told these folks that I ain’t flyin’ commercial, I    Do nothin’ but jets 
  B 
If any opp survive when we slide, then he considered blessed 
 
Feelin’ like I’m Trae Young with this Glock because I score a lot 
Feelin’ like I’m Yoda with this wisdom ’cause I know a lot 
Countin’ up the extra in the trap, I might     Go buy some stocks 
The AR-556, it  Go through walls just like it’s juggernaut 
Thinking ’bout my safety, so I bulletproofed the SUV 
The AP on my wrist inside the club shine like some LEDs 
I know some niggas who learned how to shoot before they learned to read 
All this money got me buyin’ land, it got me signin’ deeds 
Juicin’ for two weeks, I need to cleanse, feel like my soul corrupted 
All these players in this circle, you gon’ get your bitch abducted 
Right now, yeah, I’m in this fuckin’ ‘Cat, you hear that motor purrin’ 
This week I’ma twist up Waffle Cone, you smell exotic burnin’ 
My lady got a business, now she earnin’, she keep buyin’ purses 
We on shrooms, this drug right here is natural, we not doin’ Perkys 
All I Do is hit like just I’m Savage, we not doing verbal 
All my niggas loyalists, no squares, we just     Do the circles 
Put him onto crypto, it was cheap, but he ain’t wanna listen 
Put him onto money, he was broke, but he ain’t wanna fix it 
Put him onto fraud, he was scary, he ain’t wanna risk it 
It’s a competition where I’m from, who gon’ be the richest? 
 
I’m a walkin’ business, nigga, I should be an LLC 
I keep shooters who on point with me just like I’m CP3 
I was up in Bushwick with this blicky like I’m 22Gz 
Trippin’ off this psilocin, sometimes it put my mind at ease 
Pull up with this rifle like I’m Devin Booker, nothin’ but net (Swish) 
Told lil’ mama I ain’t even tryna smash her, I want nothin’ but neck (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh) 
Told these folks that I ain’t flyin’ commercial, I      Do nothin’ but jets (Uh) 
If any opp survive when we slide, then he considered blessed (Go) 
 
I’m a walkin’ business, step up in this bitch with confidence (Bagg) 
Yeah, I’m corporate thuggin’, teachin’ dope boys how to politic (Trap) 
Only thing that feel better than cash is when deposits hit (Word) 
Threw like thirty G’s in Magic, paid for a Ho scholarship (Word) 
Free them boys, woke up this mornin’ and bought me three new toys (Skrrt) 
Bags on hand, only use cards when I’m buyin’ land (Acres) 
I’m just sayin’ when you make some extra, put that to the side 
Trophies, tickets super high, get half a bag for thirty-five (What’s that?) 
Taxin’ (Askin’) 
I’m the boss you niggas workin’ for (Boss) 
Fraction (Lil’ piece) 
You just yappin’, not slidin’, thought you was ’bout that action (Aw man) 
Never loved her, I just like her for her satisfaction 
Burnt off in the Hellcat, I turned off the traction 
 
I’m a walkin’ business, nigga, I should be an LLC 
I keep shooters who on point with me just like I’m CP3 
I was up in Bushwick with this blicky like I’m 22Gz 
Trippin’ off this psilocin, sometimes it put my mind at ease 
Pull up with this rifle like I’m Devin Booker, nothin’ but net 
Told lil’ mama I ain’t even tryna smash her, I want nothin’ but neck 
Told these folks that I ain’t flyin’ commercial, I      Do nothin’ but jets 
If any opp survive when we slide, then he considered blessed 


Рекомендуемый бой: Восьмерка  
whole song: Hm G  
 
[Intro] 
(Is that daSDa?) 
(C-C-Cormill) 
Yeah 
 
[Verse 1] 
Hm 
Big-ass baguettes on my neck 
Run up that sack, then Go purchase a jet 
G 
When I hit from the back, got my hand on her neck 
I'ma crack for the gang, I put that on the set, yeah 
Hm 
Shout out to MGM, no, I won't let you 
Take shit from me, so I'm keepin' that metal 
G 
She down for me, so I'm treatin' her special 
I bossed her up, now she livin' way better 
 
Burnin' on vegan weed, sippin' on juice with agave and nectar 
Havin' these whips, I'm a foreign collector 
She say she diggin' my beard and my freckles 
I gotta gеt me some M's, I can't settlе 
I get right up,    Go to work, ain't no breakfast 
I shoot him right in the chest, now he breathless 
I want that motherfuckin' cake in excess, yeah 
She my lil' queenie, she stiff, she a meanie 
But she really freaky, I lowered my beanie 
I'm learnin', I'm readin', got soldiers, I feed 'em 
We don't get defeated, we swipin' some pieces 
We purchasin' pieces 
My team ain't for casuals, I put on my P's 
And my plastic was Mastercard, now it's a Visa 
I told her Go walk on a plane with the reefer 
My love for lil' shawty get deeper and deeper 
 
[Chorus] 
He pay me crypto to  Do a lil' feature 
Took so much game, niggas think I'm a teacher 
When I'm on shrooms, I might walk on the water like Jesus, yeah 
She wanna be in my presence, she wanna come soak up the game I'm exudin' 
We warriors, hang out the window with sticks and we shootin' 
My car is a foreign, the inside polluted with smoke from the 'za I'm inducin' 
The hybrid is quality, I get the best of the best to produce it 
The head game is quality, she give me face while I'm cruisin' and movin' 
I'm tryna get better and better, so every day I     Am improvin' 
Too much stress on my mind, I'ma fire up this paper and reduce it (Yeah) 
 
[Verse 2] 
I love the way that you killin' these hoes with your walk and your talk 
Bitch, I'm a whale, I'm too big for a shark 
My jewelry hittin', it shine in the dark 
I got too many strains just to choose one 
You can't get in the gang, you won't shoot nothin' 
I done fucked her all night, she was too fun 
I got stamina, I   Do ten-mile runs 
I might fuck around and cop a duplex 
I paid 2K to get in this Dior vest 
If my chick got a zoner, we bustin' checks 
She got profiles and I swear her shit the best 
Made it rain in VLIVE and we left a mess 
Talkin' to the plug, tryna see how low he get 
I'm a motherfuckin' boss, you don't know that yet 
I'ma walk in the mall, I'ma blow a check 
I'ma pull out the fire, I'ma blow the TEC 
 
[Chorus] 
He pay me crypto to  Do a lil' feature 
Took so much game, niggas think I'm a teacher 
When I'm on shrooms, I might walk on the water like Jesus, yeah 
She wanna be in my presence, she wanna come soak up the game I'm exudin' 
We warriors, hang out the window with sticks and we shootin' 
My car is a foreign, the inside polluted with smoke from the 'za I'm inducin' 
The hybrid is quality, I get the best of the best to produce it 
The head game is quality, she give me face while I'm cruisin' and movin' 
I'm tryna get better and better, so every day I     Am improvin' 
Too much stress on my mind, I'ma fire up this paper and reduce it (Yeah) 


Рекомендуемый бой: Восьмерка  
for easy: key "-1" 
 
whole song: D#m B F# C#  
 
[Intro: Jackboy] 
       D#m B 
She my fantasy 
                     F# C# 
Swipin' just to feed my family 
 
[Pre-Chorus: Money Man] 
        D#m                 B 
Every time I think 'bout Lil' Sosa, I get goosebumps 
  F#                         C# 
I ain't pour no lines in a minute, it's been a few months 
 D#m                  B 
All I got is hundreds in this bankroll, maybe a few ones 
F#                              C# 
All I got is 'za inside this load, it weigh a few tons 
 D#m                   B 
All I twist is pressure in this paper, I need new lungs 
  F#                      C# 
I already blew that money from yesterday, I need some new funds 
 D#m                B 
Had to throw that 35 away, I need a new gun 
 F#        C# 
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
 
[Chorus: Money Man] 
       D#m 
She my fantasy 
B                     F# C# 
Swipin' just to feed my family 
D#m                  B 
Nigga, no FEMA, but I need relief 
         F#                        C# 
Yeah, I got money on my mind, I keep on havin' dreams 
 
[Verse 1: Money Man] 
   D#m                          B 
Even though I'm evil, my girl good, she need some angel wings 
 F#                        C# 
They can't survive where I grew up, that shit is too extreme 
 
They tried to get my dog to snitch, he'd rather kill himself 
And I can't blame him at all because he stood for somethin' 
These niggas just got they hand out beggin', they all good for nothin' 
I'm thinkin' of a masterplan inside my garage, I'm watchin' Money Heist 
Larry got snitched on by a lame, they gave him double life 
Heard that nigga was sweet and don't know his strains, I charge a higher price 
Shawty think shit was sweet, they backdoored him, he had to pay the price 
Make the wrong move inside these streets, you might pay with your life 


Рекомендуемый бой: Восьмерка  
for easy: key "+2" 
 
whole song: Gm Dm D#  
 
[Intro] 
Gm Dm           D# 
I got numb to the pain, ain't no more feeling left inside me 
             Gm                              Dm 
Seen a nigga get slain, the streets, they shiesty and they grimy 
           D# 
Better make sure you on point, 'cause if you ain't, you might get bodied 
Yeah 
 
[Verse 1] 
Gm 
I got a motherfuckin' family to feed 
     Dm 
Was a juvenile just like 400 Degreez 
       D# 
We was servin' and scammin', ain't got no degree 
 
We ain't got no diplomas, but we got some P's 
         Gm 
All that hatin' a sickness, that shit a disease 
     Dm 
I'ma ride for the next shit, ain't talkin' 'bout Z 
      D# 
She the perfect creation, I hit it and flee 
 
I own cattle, so you know I ain't duckin' no beef 
 
This heart in me ain't even real no more 
Gotta get it and go 
I'ma grab me a pole 'fore I walk out the door 
I'ma up it and blow and turn him to a Ghost 
I'ma up it and blow and smoke him like a Pope 
I should live on a farm 'cause I feel like a G.O.A.T. 
I should get the C8, you'd be stupid to race 
Oh, he think that he hard? I must lack any taste 
Secret Service, reservin' that federal hate 
All the niggas that traded, they dead to me now 
Told her come here and please give some head to me now 
Gettin' rich from these boxes, I'm sendin' 'em out 
I got shooters around, I be sendin' 'em out 
If it's pussies around, I be fishin' 'em out 
Sweats be killin' her, I'm really feelin' her, I'm really diggin' her 
Chill out, lil' nigga, your pockets ain't big enough 
Chill out, lil' nigga, you know you ain't rich as us 
I just want loyalty, I just be needin' trust 
I don't want nothin' else, I just wan' make her bust 
Niggas be talkin' shit, then they     Go tell on us 
I'm not a barber, but I'ma go'n line 'em up 
We ain't gotta ask no more, we never dryin' up 
Hold him for ransom, we finna     Go tie him up 
I'm not a lamp, but I'm finna Go light 'em up 
 
[Chorus] 
Yeah, yeah 
Tried to give you my heart, but really you ain't even deserve it 
Every time I'm on shrooms, I think 'bout knowledge and my purpose 
Even though she got flaws, in my eyes, lil' shawty perfect, yeah 
 
[Verse 2] 
I tried to show you a better way, you just a featherweight, I gotta sit back and medicate 
Hit him with bullets, I hope he got Medicaid 
I been legit since a jit in the second grade 
Lyrical, but I'm not talkin' 'bout Lemonade 
I gotta traffic this work on the interstate 
My girl is purdy and curvy and smart 
Bruises on me from the jungle with scars 
He tryna drive away way with the car 
But it won't make it far, we gon' make his shit stop 
I love the way that she make that shit pop 
And I'm lovin' the way that she make that shit drop 
I made a hundred from Shiba, done made me a hundred from ADA, I know a hundred ways 
Stick hit his ass and I bet he disintegrate 
We finna pull up and seek and eliminate 
 
[Chorus] 
Yeah, yeah 
Tried to give you my heart, but really you ain't even deserve it 
Every time I'm on shrooms, I think 'bout knowledge and my purpose 
Even though she got flaws, in my eyes, lil' shawty perfect 


Рекомендуемый бой: Восьмерка  
for easy: key "+1" 
 
whole song: D#m B C#  
 
[Intro] 
(Dee, you poppin' your shit, nigga) 
(Rjayy, slam this nigga) 
 
[Chorus] 
D#m 
Made sure you was straight, but you ain't care, you was just gettin' over 
That petty money don't even excite me, guess I'm gettin' older 
B 
I think I need to incubate right now, my heart keep gettin' colder 
                                   C# 
The more you buy, the cheaper this shit get, my prices gettin' lower 
D#m 
The more he talk, the more flaws I see inside his character 
 
I'ma leave his mama with some tears when they bury him 
B 
All this water on mе, I should live in an aquarium 
                             C# 
My son doin' push-ups and he three, I'm just preparin' him 
 
[Verse] 
D#m 
Gotta mask thе hurt, I need the strongest weed to cover it up 
Glad I know my worth, I need the biggest check to sign me up 
B 
This flavor might be gone tomorrow, so today, I'ma buy it up 
                     C# 
I'ma roll an opp inside this paper and fire him up 
D#m 
It's crazy how a nigga think it's cool to cross his own partner 
I done seen a nigga get in a shootout with his own father 
B 
I done seen a nigga put his hands on his own mama 
                     C# 
We gon' slide broad day on niggas, we some real shottas 
 
They gon' tell as soon as they hear shots, they some real coppers 
We gon' bring that boom to they block and hop out with them choppers 
I done took so many losses 
I done seen too many niggas put in coffins 
Got robbed when I was green, I took it like a man 
You can't feed a nigga for too long 'cause he gon' bite your hand 
Niggas come around for no reason, they ain't even addin' value 
Sackin' up some 'za while lil' Cyrus watchin' Caillou 
I was on the road, my girl was callin' like, "I miss you" 
She told me, "Keep that Glock in case you run into some issues" 
I really came from poverty, I made it out 
They used to show me love, but they hate me now 
How the fuck that work? I guess niggas confused, huh? 
They was only around for the money, I'm feelin' used now 
Ain't no love in these streets, that shit is gone 
Better keep that fire to protect yourself at home 
 
[Chorus] 
Made sure you was straight, but you ain't care, you was just gettin' over 
That petty money don't even excite me, guess I'm gettin' older 
I think I need to incubate right now, my heart keep gettin' colder 
The more you buy, the cheaper this shit get, my prices gettin' lower 
The more he talk, the more flaws I see inside his character 
I'ma leave his mama with some tears when they bury him 
All this water on me, I should live in an aquarium 
My son doin' push-ups and he three, I'm just preparin' him 


 
Dm  
 
[Intro] 
(Yung Lan on the track) 
(Trauma Tone) 
 
[Chorus] 
Counted thirty watchin' ESPN, yeah, it's game time 
Shot like Curry, I just hit two opps up with the same nine 
The way that me and lil' bro drip on niggas, we like the Splash Brothers 
Last week, we made half a mil' a piece, now we the cash brothers 
Shiesty like the Joker, like I'm Jokić, got the glizzy hittin' 
I call my Draco KD 'cause it really shoot a good percentage 
Watch them words that's comin' out your mouth, we'll put you in the league 
Just like Harden, with this Compact-5, I got a quick release 
 
[Verse] 
Certified shooter like I'm Luka, Five-seveN Ruger 
Certified stones on my neck, they hurtin' niggas' pupils 
Betted 50K on AD and the Lakers, made some paper 
Every day I'm trainin', goin' hard, I'm tryna be the greatest 
King of shit, I'm feelin' like LeBron, they know I'm a don 
Had to dump a hundred bags of Runtz and it ain't take me long 
We gon' drop one-fifty on them guys, we got too many hoopers 
Turn your neighborhood to Elm Street, hop out like Freddy Krueger 
Four deep in this Tahoe, it ain't nothin' but swipers in this car 
'Fore you jump up off that porch, make sure your aim is up to par 
And these Cubans on me havin' water like a reservoir 
I don't need no fuel inside this whip, this an electric car 
 
[Chorus] 
Counted thirty watchin' ESPN, yeah, it's game time 
Shot like Curry, I just hit two opps up with the same nine 
The way that me and lil' bro drip on niggas, we like the Splash Brothers 
Last week, we made half a mil' a piece, now we the cash brothers 
Shiesty like the Joker, like I'm Jokić, got the glizzy hittin' 
I call my Draco KD 'cause it really shoot a good percentage 
Watch them words that's comin' out your mouth, we'll put you in the league 
Just like Harden, with this Compact-5, I got a quick release 


Рекомендуемый бой: Восьмерка  
for easy: key "+1" 
 
C#m G#m A B  
 
[Intro] 
(Louey Beatz, ayy) 
(Pat, let's go) 
 
[Chorus] 
C#m                  G#m 
First we was partners, then you traded, you a Ho for that 
A                                         B 
Everybody know how I'm built, I would've gave you the shirt up off my back 
C#m                          G#m 
Everybody know my heart, if I was low, I would've gave you my last 
A                                        B 
Tried to put you on some cash, but you was lazy and just sat on your ass 
C#m                         G#m 
Thought you was my dog, but you had ran off with a couple bags 
A                                       B 
Thought you was my ace, but you was talkin' shit behind my back 
C#m                            G#m 
Tried to show you love, but you was plottin' on me for some racks 
A                                           B 
Even lent you money, I should kill you 'cause you ain't pay me back 
 
[Verse] 
C#m                    G#m 
Can't be nice to niggas no more 'cause they might come take advantage 
A                                         B 
Feel like it ain't too many real niggas left on this whole planet 
 
You should be ashamed if you a deadbeat 
I make sure that my kids eat before me 
Thought you was a real one, but I found out you a phony 
It ain't no gettin' out the Circle, nigga, this shit is for 4E 
How the fuck you showed more love to a random nigga than your own brother? 
I can't pick up the phone for you no more, I changed my phone number 
I wish it was different, but it ain't, that's just how life is 
When you get money, you get hate, it come from your own peers 
Crazy how they switch up one day and then they act weird 
Crazy how they bitch up one day, you should have no fear 
I'm in the stick shift today, I gotta switch gears 
I had to stay down to get these millions, it took a lot of years 
He wanna Go against us, we get him outta here 
When that pack touch down, we get 'em outta here, yeah 
Let you get a feature, it wasn't enough, you still wanted more 
I can't make a horse drink no water, nigga, get your own 
If you Circle, then I love you deeply, you like blood to me 
This shit right here way more than some rap, it's a family 
 
[Chorus] 
First we was partners, then you traded, you a Ho for that 
Everybody know how I'm built, I would've gave you the shirt up off my back 
Everybody know my heart, if I was low, I would've gave you my last 
Tried to put you on some cash, but you was lazy and just sat on your ass 
Thought you was my dog, but you had ran off with a couple bags 
Thought you was my ace, but you was talkin' shit behind my back 
Tried to show you love, but you was plottin' on me for some racks 
Even lent you money, I should kill you 'cause you ain't pay me back 


 
for easy: key "-3" 
 
whole song: Cm G# Fm Cm  
 
[Intro] 
(Trauma Tone) 
 
[Chorus] 
Cm 
I got pink money, I got blue money 
I got new fifties, I got old hundreds 
G# 
Up in Saks Fifth, bought Balenci Runners 
Rent a house to scam somewhere by Tucker 
Fm 
Call me Uber Eats 'cause we steady grumblin' 
Lamborghini Urus, hear the motor hummin' 
Cm 
Blind side, a nigga never seen it comin' 
I'ma stand tall, you never seen me runnin' 
 
This a pound house, we don't    Do a zip 
I'ma eat a shroom, I'ma take a trip 
Pop it in the mag, I'ma let it rip 
Ain't no mercy for 'em, I'ma transform 
I'm in rare form 
I be fly as hell, now I'm airborne 
Australian vibe with me, she from Melbourne 
Told my dog, "If you don't kill an opp, then I'ma kill you" 
If we don't think the same, then I don't feel you 
Told my girl, "Come here, I wanna feel you" 
Don't get a fake ass, I want the real you 
Love the way you look from the rear view 
The stick got a scope, that's a clear view 
Sick of bein' broke, I'm tryna heal you 
Got this sniper rifle and I'm in a foreign, had to flip the title 
Yeah, I filled the mile, it got me revital 
 
[Verse] 
I just left lil' mama, now she suicidal 
I don't owe 'em nothin', niggas too entitled 
Got a quarter with me tryna show her privates 
On an airplane and the charter private 
I ain't never tellin', I'ma keep it silent 
I ain't never tellin', I'ma keep it quiet 
She gon' drink my fluid like a liquid diet 
What's the location? We was at the Hyatt 
Call me Bigfoot, I'm a big stepper like Sasquatch 
Spent an eighty-ball on a new watch 
Spent a one-fifty on a new drop 
Got 'em goin' crazy when the album drop 
Spent twelve hundred on her crop-top 
She was thankful for it, she was appreciative 
Niggas feelin' hurt, they too sensitive 
Yeah, on a whole 'nother wave with this shit 
Broke nigga, get away with this shit 
You gon' end up in the grave with this shit 
Told a nigga don't play with this shit 
Long nights and long days for this shit 
Stayed down, I done prayed for this shit 
Hardbody, I was made for this shit 
Big stepper like I'm Chewbacca 
In a Redeye, got two choppers 
I'ma hit 'em up, I'ma 2Pac 'em 
Fly, tall nigga, call me Big Poppa 
I'm a big target, got a good lawyer 
I'ma hit the bitch in some red bottoms 
Yeah, late night, I be head-huntin' 
I be red rummin', I be rack racin' 
 
[Chorus] 
I got pink money, I got blue money 
I got new fifties, I got old hundreds 
Up in Saks Fifth, bought Balenci Runners 
Rent a house to scam somewhere by Tucker 
Call me Uber Eats 'cause we steady grumblin' 
Lamborghini Urus, hear the motor hummin' 
Blind side, a nigga never seen it comin' 
I'ma stand tall, you never seen me runnin' 
This a pound house, we don't    Do a zip 
I'ma eat a shroom, I'ma take a trip 
Pop it in the mag, I'ma let it rip 
Ain't no mercy for 'em, I'ma transform 
I'm in rare form 
I be fly as hell, now I'm airborne 
Australian vibe with me, she from Melbourne 
Told my dog, "If you don't kill an opp, then I'ma kill you" 
If we don't think the same, then I don't feel you 
Told my girl, "Come here, I wanna feel you" 
Don't get a fake ass, I want the real you 
Love the way you look from the rear view 
The stick got a scope, that's a clear view 
Sick of bein' broke, I'm tryna heal you 
Got this sniper rifle and I'm in a foreign, had to flip the title 
Yeah, I filled the mile, it got me revital 


Рекомендуемый бой: Восьмерка  
whole song: Hm G A Hm  
 
[Chorus] 
             Hm              G 
They try they best to hold a nigga down 
G 
Lil' mama loyal, she gon' hold me down 
                  A            Hm 
I'm in the trap, done sold a couple pounds 
Hm 
I got that stick, it hold a hundred rounds 
 
             Hm             G 
Bitch, I'm a plug, I can serve the town 
G 
I got that water on me, I can drown 
              A             Hm 
Sniff out a pussy nigga like a hound 
Hm 
Only the gang, you niggas ain't allowed 
 
Hop out the truck, yeah, she wanna fuck, yeah, I'm in her guts, yeah 
I want that money, fuck all these sluts, yeah, yeah, yeah 
I got that water, water on me, Fiji 
She got that water, water, Aquafina 
My bitch gon' stab a nigga like she Xena 
I got a cougar bitch who look like Trina 
 
[Verse] 
Fucked up the Louis shirt, it's in the cleaners 
I got a quarter suckin' up my semen 
Got an appointment with her this evening 
I'm on the chat with TJ and Demon 
Soakin' up knowledge, so a nigga readin' 
I'm in a Urus, so a nigga speedin' 
I spread the wealth, everybody eatin' 
I made a hundred K last weekend 
I'm up at Neimans splurgin' with a thick vibe 
Nigga tried to rob and got denied 
Sellin' 'za on the Eastside 
Nigga ain't shoppin', he get the peace sign 
I get two hundred just to FaceTime 
Every minute count, I don't waste time 
All my young niggas throwin' gang signs 
My bitch hair long, she got hangtime 
They probably prayin' a boss nigga fail 
That nigga green, he never seen a scale 
That nigga pussy, he gon' tuck his tail 
That nigga pussy, probably scared of jail 
I'm with some rich niggas eatin' quail 
You know I'm PB, I'm eatin' kale 
Hopped in the Bentley just to make a sale 
He paid me extra 'cause he liked the smell 
 
[Chorus] 
They try they best to hold a nigga down 
Lil' mama loyal, she gon' hold me down 
I'm in the trap, done sold a couple pounds 
I got that stick, it hold a hundred rounds 
Bitch, I'm a plug, I can serve the town 
I got that water on me, I can drown 
Sniff out a pussy nigga like a hound 
Only the gang, you niggas ain't allowed 
Hop out the truck, yeah, she wanna fuck, yeah, I'm in her guts, yeah 
I want that money, fuck all these sluts, yeah, yeah, yeah 
I got that water, water on me, Fiji 
She got that water, water, Aquafina 
My bitch gon' stab a nigga like she Xena 
I got a cougar bitch who look like Trina 
I got that water, water on me, Fiji 
She got that water, water, Aquafina 
My bitch gon' stab a nigga like she Xena 
I got a cougar bitch who look like Trina 


 
whole song: F#m E D 
 
F#m E D 
I want the money 
I want the money, yeah 
 
F#m 
She say that the money really don't mean shit to her 
E 
She just want a nigga who gon' say some real shit to her 
D 
She done had rich niggas, she done had bitch niggas (Yeah) 
I done put niggas in a hearse, I'm a gravedigger 
F#m 
Call me Big Paulie, like the mob, I'm a made nigga 
E 
Fuck all of the Fendi and Dior, that shit worthless 
D 
She ain't really shallow, she ain't lookin' on the surface 
I be in Hawaii on the board, I be surfin' 
 
She just want knowledge, she don't really want a Birkin 
I was down bad, had no food, stomach hurtin' 
I was on the prowl, I was schemin', I was lurkin' 
Let me put you on a lil' info right now 
Go and get yourself a lil' crypto right now 
Could've had a couple hundred thousand in your bank account 
Could've had a couple foreign cars you was rentin' now 
Could've had a couple lil' spots you was rentin' out 
I just copped a fluffy Frenchie, that was for my main lady 
Gotta get the watch bust down, I can't plain jane it 
Gotta get some M's right now, I can't keep waitin' 
Gotta keep it real with yourself, you can't keep fakin' 
Game ain't free, you gotta pay, that's how you 'preciate it 
Burnin' in a Rolls-Royce truck, this shit depreciatin' 
Pull up to the club and you know I'm real inebriated 
I done took this street shit nationwide, I done elevated 
Had to take the stairs, they ain't let me take the elevator 
I was dead poor, now a nigga gettin' hella paper 
Had to take the stairs, they ain't let me take the elevator 
I be at the crib tryna clear my mind meditatin' 
 
She say that the money really don't mean shit to her 
She just want a nigga who gon' say some real shit to her 
She done had rich niggas, she done had bitch niggas 
I done put niggas in a hearse, I'm a gravedigger 
Call me Big Paulie, like the mob, I'm a made nigga 
Fuck all of the Fendi and Dior, that shit worthless 
She ain't really shallow, she ain't lookin' on the surface (Run it) 
I be in Hawaii on the board, I be surfin' 
 
I'ma put you on a lil' street thing right now 
Hangin' out your door just like a keychain right now 
Nigga better pipe down, I can get you wiped down 
You can't get my phone number, bitch, I ain't Mike Jones 
She got a lil' booty with them jeans and them tights on (Tights) 
Fuck her with a bonnet on her head and a nightgown (Night) 
I been on that Money Man, all my niggas swipe now 
She just went and got a BBL and she right now 
Can I get some head? Just some head from you right now 
Got two bad bitches layin' in the bed, fuck me right now 
I can't wait to kill the show, just so I can kill this ho 
Hit her with the give-and-go, pass her to my lil' bro 
I fuck with her 'cause she   Do me better (I fuck with her 'cause she      Do me better) 
And she see these diamonds, it make her wetter 
She gon' try to treat you like a lame if you let her 
I was splashin' on these hoes, I ain't know any better 
Broke my heart to pieces, now I'm tryna hold it together 
I ain't trust, I had to fuck her with the pole on the dresser 
 
She say that the money really don't mean shit to her 
She just want a nigga who gon' say some real shit to her 
She done had rich niggas, she done had bitch niggas 
I done put niggas in a hearse, I'm a gravedigger 
Call me Big Paulie, like the mob, I'm a made nigga 
Fuck all of the Fendi and Dior, that shit worthless 
She ain't really shallow, she ain't lookin' on the surface 
I be in Hawaii on the board, I be surfin' 


Баста — лирический проект рэпера из города Ростов-на-Дону, Россия, Василия Вакуленко, созданный в 2006 году.Был 1996 год, он уже написал первую песню «Мой город» и собрал группу, которая называлась «Уличные звуки» — Street sound. Василий значился в ее составе под именем Баста Хрю. «Меня с детства называли Хрюшей, потому что разбрасывал все непонятно где», — объясняет Баста.Примерно в это же время рождалось знаменитое ростовское рэп-движение, которое в следующем десятилетии стало лидирующим в стране. Баста был непосредственным участником процесса. И даже поучаствовал с треком «Первый удар» в большом и шумном объединении молодых рэперов — ростовской Касте, впоследствии ставшим группой «Каста».Далее Баста двинулся в своем, более лиричном направлении. Трек «Моя игра» стал одним из главных в его биографии. Вася Вакуленко стал знаменитым на весь Ростов. «Звездная болезнь? Нет, не появилась. Появились наркотики и старшие друзья, реальные хулиганы» — вспоминает Вася. «Точно могу сказать, что эта песня не раз спасала меня. Бывало, хотели лишить жизни, а когда узнавали, что это я, оставляли в покое».Вся эта нелегкая и полная злоключений жизнь стала историей, которая теперь зарифмована в его альбомах. «В 2002 мой друг Жора вымутил у своей мамы денег и мы купили компьютер. Вадик QП сводил первое демо к будущему альбому». Эти самые треки случайно попали к Богдану Титомиру и он предложил ребятам уехать в Москву. Был 2004 год. А спустя 2 года вышел альбом «Баста 1» и на ТВ начали крутить клип «Осень». Московская жизнь Басты неразрывно связана с «Газгольдером». На тот момент клуб только открылся и носил статус самого закрытого заведения в Москве. Но Баста держался в стороне от местной рэп-тусовки. Первым новым знакомым — ее представителем — стал Смоки Мо, а позже Вася узнал Гуфа. «Однажды я подошел к Гуфу на концерте, тот вспомнил «Мою игру», мы с ним решили сделать кавер-версию, которая вышла на альбоме «Баста 2», — рассказывает Вася. Но настоящий взрыв случился сразу после этого, когда Баста поучаствовал в клипе группы Centr «Город дорог». После этого слава Басты вышла далеко за пределы родного Ростова и Москвы.Посыпались номинации, премии, награды и статусы. Второй альбом «Баста 2» вышел в 2007 и стал хитом продаж. Он звучал взрослее и разнообразнее. Выпустив в промежутке два релиза под псевдонимом Ноггано, третью пластинку Баста писал уже в статусе одного из ведущих рэп-артистов страны. Новый материал рассчитал на более широкую аудиторию, а подборка хитов «Урбан», «Ростов», «Солнца не видно» и «Калифорния» уже не в первый раз проверяет на прочность самые большие площадки Москвы.В октябре 2012 года, Баста записал несколько кавер-версий песен Михея, в частности трек «Мама», на который был снят видеоклип. Также Василий выступил на большом концерте, посвященном 10-летию памяти Михея, который прошел 1 ноября на площадке Arena Moscow.В конце 2012 года снялся в ролике, призванном привлечь внимание к дискриминации людей с ВИЧ-инфекцией.Дискография 2006 Баста 1 2007 Баста 2 2010 Баста 3 2010 Баста/Guf 2013 Баста 4 2016 Баста 5, Часть 1 2016 Баста 5, Часть 2

Баста

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Макс Корж — молодой музыкант из Минска, который легко смешивает в своем творчестве электронную музыку, рэп, пение. 
Он родился ноября 1988 года, в городе Лунинец Брестской области. В раннем возрасте он с родителями переехал в Минск. Получил музыкальное образование по классу фортепиано и попутно научился играть на гитаре. В 16 лет он с друзьями создал музыкальную группу LunClan, которая просуществовала недолго. После этого было еще несколько проектов, но они тоже не имели большого успеха. 
После всех неудач Макс попробовал себя в роли битмейкера, сочиняя музыку для других исполнителей. Эта идея также не увенчалась успехом, после чего он начала петь свои песни сам. 
Во время учебы в Белорусском государственном университете Макс Корж записал свою первую сольную песню. Проучившись в БГУ до 3 курса, он понял, что учеба ему мешает и бросил университет и всерьез занялся музыкальной деятельностью. Он записал песню «Небо поможет нам» и выложил ее ВКонтакте. После чего Максима забрали в армию. Когда он вернулся домой, то узнал, что песня стала популярна в интернете. За это время песня собрала большую аудиторию, ее транслировали в эфире некоторые минские радиостанции. После он начал активно рассылать свои песни диджеям, чтобы они крутились в клубах. 
В мае 2012-го он выпустил в Беларуси первый сольный альбом, а через год уже собрал многотысячные залы. Его востребованность у концертных промоутеров стала ажиотажной, он дважды выступил в программе «Вечерний Ургант» на Первом канале, а презентация его второго альбома «Жить в кайф» вновь побила рекорды — так, в столице Беларуси она прошла в пятнадцатитысячной «Минск Арене».

Молодой и талантливый белорусский рэп-исполнитель Макс Корж. Мастер бешеных концертов. На странице представлены подборы с аккордами и текстами песен.

Макс Корж, аккорды к песням под гитару, тексты

Макс Корж

Макс Корж, аккорды, песни

Скриптонит (Адиль Жалелов, родился 3-го июня 1990-го года в Ленинском, Казахстан) — казахстанский русскоязычный рэпер и музыкальный продюсер.Начинал с создания инструменталов для других хип-хоп-исполнителей, попутно записывая в стол свои песни, оттачивая таким образом свои навыки по написанию текстов.Первую известность ему принёс видеоклип на песню «VBVVCTND», который получил хорошие отзывы и привёл исполнителя к контракту с творческим объединением Gazgolder.В 2015-ом году Адиль выпускает свой первый сольный альбом «Дом с нормальными явлениями», получивший восторженные отзывы слушателей и музыкальных критиков и моментально ставший классикой русского рэпа.Скриптонит работает в совершенно разных жанрах: начиная с южного звучания, он пришёл к более музыкальному и разноплановому подходу как к музыке, так и к вокалу.Весной 2017-го года вышел его второй альбом под названием «Праздник на улице 36». Как заявил сам Жалелов в июньском интервью у Юрия Дудя, «Праздник…» — это коммерческий релиз с очевидными хитами, а «тот самый альбом», или «Улица 36», название которого стало известно из небольшого июльского отчёта с Gazgolder Live от MTV и который слушатели ждали с момента выпуска «Дома…», был запланирован на осень этого же года.В итоге 16-го декабря 2017-го года вышел двойной альбом Скриптонита — «Уроборос: Улица 36» / «Уроборос: Зеркала». После выхода пластинки Жалелов заявил, что в связи с тем, что для него рэп как жанр себя исчерпал

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