Аккорды к песне ​Wale — New Balances

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whole song: C#m D#m G#m  
 
[Intro] 
Is it good or bad, wrong or right shit? 
Folarin II, yeah 
We still in a motherfuckin' pandemic, nigga 
 
[Verse 1] 
             C#m 
Look, they ain’t want me here, fuck it, I'm back though 
           D#m 
And I'm with so many, so many rap flow 
      G#m 
Toe-to-toe with the mic, I am Mike-like 
And you Ho niggas lookin’ Glass Joe 
       C#m 
It's a hole in my heart from my last ho 
       D#m 
It's a hole in her wallet right after 
      G#m 
Every lyric I wrote is her caption 
When we broke up, she posted her CashApp, yeah 
 
She could've hit me for it (Pussy) sweet like Pepsi Cola, look 
I play but I got no toy, she need flavor, I'm no LaCroix, mm 
IRS keep callin', count my racks I don't record it, mm 
Fame ain't like you know, pay these taxes and these lawyers, yeah 
Nigga this Prada from ’26, desire for money is somethin’ else 
Phylicia Rashād is a lucky woman, it's all workin’ with the funny bills 
Authentic, never counterfeit, count it up 'til it's calluses 
OG's flippin’ old money, same old city, new balances 
 
[Interlude] 
That's why the city always feels like a trap 
We might need to [?] and everything 
When we come together like a, like a [?] Feds all over, right? 
The main idea is to stop killin each other man, and come together 
 
[Verse 2] 
They don't like it but fuck it, I'm back 
Cookies in bag, I got no time to be mad 
I got no time to be tied up in feelings 
I gotta re-up, you gotta relax 
I gotta be classy, I've been dissin', I've been chillin', don't ask me 
How I'm feelin', I'm as good as I'm gon' be 
Check ya census, niggas won't even see me, tryna be noisy 
And it really be one deep, ain't really get no sleep 
And it really be women that tell me they need me 
But don't even know me 
This shit can get O.D 
So I'm lookin' at the game funny like I'm in a nosebleed 
I'm a leader, a man 
You trick with bitches that'll feed me in bed 
It's different, nigga, I can speak to they soul 
The pussy wetter when it ain't for a bag 
But how would you know? We stuck to the code 
I ain't switchin', I be good when it's slow 
Don't hit me when the numbers is low 
You makin' hit, a nigga smother your phone and try to big bro you 
Hol' up, I'm in Miami, the toes out 
Shout out to Zoey, the Zoes out, Bam Adebayo on courtside 
Bag on me, I'm really Yoruba, I'm really royalty, I move important 
Free agent, I rock what I want right 
Salehe, he just got me the orange ones, uh, yeah 
 
[Chorus] 
Authentic, never counterfeit 
When it's God-given and you elevated 
All these satan niggas want you down with them 
Yeah, yeah, pray for 'em, they embarassin' 
I stayed loyal like an old runners, OG checks, new balances 
Yeah, mm, new balances 
Same old city, new balances 
Yeah, new balances 
Way more checks, new balances, yeah 
 
[Outro: Wale & Wale's Mom] 
[?], haha 
I'm tellin' you dressed very nice 
[?] 
[?] 
I don't care what anybody say you at, you are still above the game