Аккорды к песне ​Lil Wayne — Momma Don’t Worry (feat Future, Lil Baby)

 
Original Key: Eb Minor 
Time Signature: 4/4 
Tempo: 84 
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU 
 
 [INTRO] 
 
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 Ebm 
 Yeah, yeah, yeah 
  Db 
 Yeah, yeah, yeah 
 
 (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) 
 
 
 [CHORUS] 
        Ebm 
 Mama, don't worry, I got my pistol 
             Gb                Db 
 I'm gettin' my dollars, you birthed a real nigga 
                  Ebm 
 Told my daddy, "Don't be sorry, I'm not gon' blame you" 
                Gb                          Db 
 If it weren't for struggle, my dreams, they wouldn't came true 
 
        Ebm 
 Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah 
        Gb          Db 
 Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah 
 
 [VERSE] 
           Ebm 
 Told mama, "Don't worry, you know you raised a hardbody" 
 Ebm 
 Granny called the other day, said, "Don't stress 'cause God got you" 
             Gb 
 I'ma chase this paper every day, I ain't doin' no stoppin' 
              Db 
 Tryna stuff this cash in my jeans, I'm so Four Pockets 
 
                    Ebm 
 All the times you gave a nigga your last, I can't forget that 
   Ebm 
 Eviction notice on the door, we was hidin' from the rent man 
 
 (Turned the lights off) 
                    Gb 
 I ain't never lettin' nothin' slide, I was taught to get my lick back 
            Db 
 Hit hard, move silent, I ain't got time for all that chit chat 
 
                   Ebm 
 Even though I feel like you wasn't there, got mad love for my dad 
 Ebm 
 No hard feelings, I ain't never cry 'bout nothin' I ain't have 
                Gb 
 Growin' up inside of poverty, that shit'll have you mad (Mad) 
                   Db 
 Goin' to school without no new shoes, that shit'll turn you bad (Bad) 
 
               Ebm 
 Took security with my mama (My mama) 
Ebm 
 I know she got her pistol (Her pistol) 
              Gb 
 'Fore I give a bitch anything (I swear) 
             Db 
 I'ma take care my sisters (My sisters) 
                   Ebm 
 We ain't writin' no more bad checks (No more bad checks) 
                     Ebm 
 My lil' boy them know 'bout private jets (PJs) 
                  Gb 
 And my auntie them, they straight now (Okay) 
                        Db 
 It ain't too much for 'em to worry about, I promise 
 
 
 [CHORUS] 
        Ebm 
 Mama, don't worry, I got my pistol 
             Gb                    Db 
 I'm gettin' my dollars, you birthed a real nigga 
                 Ebm 
 Told my daddy, "Don't be sorry, I'm not gon' blame you" 
                 Gb                       Db 
 If it weren't for struggle, my dreams, they wouldn't came true 
 
 Oh, yeah, oh, yeah 
 
 [VERSE] 
 Ebm 
 Told mama, "Don't worry, I'll be just fine" 
 Ebm 
 Angels watch over my shoulder like an umpire 
Gb 
 I could get in the octagon with these punchlines 
 Db 
 Like, nigga, I'm the captain and it's crunch time 
 
Ebm 
 Skip the lunch line, gotta eat more than sometime 
  Ebm 
 I done time, so I think everyone one time 
 Gb 
 Colorblind to the sunshine, I'd rather moonshine 
Db 
 Told the team, "I don't care who shine as long as you shine" 
 
 Ebm 
 Keep a California dumb blonde with a boob job 
 Ebm 
 Rather give me a blowjob than get a new job 
 Gb 
 Too high, fuck the shit out her, then we woosah 
Db 
 Woo ha, got you all in check like a swoosh sign 
 
 Ebm 
 Told my daddy, "I don't blame you, neither claim you" 
Ebm 
 You was never in the picture, somebody framed you 
 Gb 
 Moms bought my first pistol, brought me to the range too 
Db 
 Since the day I could walk, I been on the same two 
 
 [CHORUS] 
 
 Mama, don't worry (Tunechi), I got my pistol (Lil' bitch) 
 
 I'm gettin' my dollars (Yeah, yeah, yeah), 
 
 you birthed a real nigga (Mula, baby) 
 
 Told my daddy, "Don't be sorry, I'm not gon' blame you" 
 
 If it weren't for struggle (Yeah, yeah, yeah), 
 
 my dreams, they wouldn't came true (Mula, baby) 
 
 Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah 
 
 Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah