{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":2371439,"song":"34","artist":"Rich Homie Quan","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11490217-34-chords-by-rich-homie-quan/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/2371439?type=chord","rating":0,"votes":0,"content":"[Intro]\r\n[tab][ch]Ebm[/ch]  [ch]Gb[/ch]                 |[ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\n30, you a fool for this one[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab][ch]Db[/ch]  [ch]Gb[/ch]                      [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\n   Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Db[/ch] [ch]Gb[/ch]                      [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\n   Pants saggin', bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Db[/ch] [ch]Gb[/ch]                           [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\n   Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Db[/ch] [ch]Gb[/ch]                      [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\n   Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money, see that open door[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Db[/ch]        [ch]Gb[/ch]                      [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\nWe been gettin' it, we been goin' hard, boy, I gotta have it[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Db[/ch]  [ch]Gb[/ch]                              [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\n   Neighbor trippin', way too many cars, we got too much traffic[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Db[/ch]  [ch]Gb[/ch]                             [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\n   Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it's automatic[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Db[/ch]  [ch]Gb[/ch]                            [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\n   You work at Lids, puttin' shit on your kids, go'n with all that cappin' (talk your shit, Rich Homie)[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\n[tab]                  [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\nPulled up in that Benz, I hopped out perfect (I hopped out clean)[/tab]\r\n[tab]                  [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\nTried to rob me, you got killed, now was it worth it? (fa-fa-fa-fa)[/tab]\r\n[tab]                               [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\nMight buy that Maybach, I grew up without no curtains (might buy that six-three, nigga)[/tab]\r\n[tab]                                 [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\nAnd when I get it, I'ma keep my windows rolled up on purpose (ayy, ayy)[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Gb[/ch]                             [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\nYou can't tell a nigga like me shit (nah)[/tab]\r\nI ain't have it all when I was little (nope)\r\n[tab][ch]Gb[/ch]                           [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\nSixteen years old, drinkin' liquor (what?)[/tab]\r\nI ain't never ever touched a beer (ha)\r\n[tab][ch]Gb[/ch]                          [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\nI ain't never ever touch a mill' (never)[/tab]\r\nTill I stayed down and start rappin' (I stayed down, nigga)\r\n[tab][ch]Gb[/ch]                      [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\nThen I turned my dreams into reality (that right too), I rode that[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab][ch]Db[/ch]  [ch]Gb[/ch]                      [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\n   Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Db[/ch] [ch]Gb[/ch]                      [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\n   Pants saggin', bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Db[/ch] [ch]Gb[/ch]                           [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\n   Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Db[/ch] [ch]Gb[/ch]                      [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\n   Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money, see that open door[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Db[/ch]        [ch]Gb[/ch]                      [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\nWe been gettin' it, we been goin' hard, boy, I gotta have it[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Db[/ch]  [ch]Gb[/ch]                              [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\n   Neighbor trippin', way too many cars, we got too much traffic[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Db[/ch]  [ch]Gb[/ch]                             [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\n   Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it's automatic[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Db[/ch]  [ch]Gb[/ch]                            [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\n   You work at Lids, puttin' shit on your kids, go'n with all that cappin'[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\n[tab][ch]Gb[/ch]                                         [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\nWe were growin' up, fightin' when we were kids (yeah)[/tab]\r\nRemember some nights where we ain't eat? (ayy)\r\n[tab][ch]Gb[/ch]                               [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\nI was Holyfield, hustlin' in the trap (truth)[/tab]\r\nThey was Mike Tyson, bitin' on the kid (ayy, Mike)\r\n[tab][ch]Gb[/ch]                        [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\nI remember tryin' to get rich (hey)[/tab]\r\nSmokin' two for fives of the mid (woo)\r\n[tab][ch]Gb[/ch]                       [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\nNever had nothing growin' up (nah)[/tab]\r\nNigga, don't be surprised when I get it (ayy)\r\n[tab][ch]Gb[/ch]                               [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\nWhere were you when I was on my dick? (woo)[/tab]\r\nI was so broke, I needed fix (yup)\r\n[tab][ch]Gb[/ch]                           [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\nReminiscin' 'bout me growin' up[/tab]\r\nYou know I hate to talk about this shit (I do)\r\n[tab][ch]Gb[/ch]                                  [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\nLoad the ten and walked up out the bitch (ten)[/tab]\r\nStripper fame, tryin' to see who gettin' it (ha)\r\n[tab][ch]Gb[/ch]                        [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\nWalkin' around with that thang on me[/tab]\r\nN.C.\r\nAnd you know I got my license for this bitch (Rich Homie, baby)\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab][ch]Db[/ch]  [ch]Gb[/ch]                      [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\n   Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Db[/ch] [ch]Gb[/ch]                      [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\n   Pants saggin', bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Db[/ch] [ch]Gb[/ch]                           [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\n   Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Db[/ch] [ch]Gb[/ch]                      [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\n   Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money, see that open door[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Db[/ch]        [ch]Gb[/ch]                      [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\nWe been gettin' it, we been goin' hard, boy, I gotta have it[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Db[/ch]  [ch]Gb[/ch]                              [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\n   Neighbor trippin', way too many cars, we got too much traffic[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Db[/ch]  [ch]Gb[/ch]                             [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\n   Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it's automatic[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Db[/ch]  [ch]Gb[/ch]                            [ch]Ebm[/ch]\r\n   You work at Lids, puttin' shit on your kids, go'n with all that cappin'[/tab]","plain_text":"[Intro]\n\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 1]\n\n\n\n\n\nI ain't have it all when I was little (nope)\n\nI ain't never ever touched a beer (ha)\n\nTill I stayed down and start rappin' (I stayed down, nigga)\n\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 2]\n\nRemember some nights where we ain't eat? (ayy)\n\nThey was Mike Tyson, bitin' on the kid (ayy, Mike)\n\nSmokin' two for fives of the mid (woo)\n\nNigga, don't be surprised when I get it (ayy)\n\nI was so broke, I needed fix (yup)\n\nYou know I hate to talk about this shit (I do)\n\nStripper fame, tryin' to see who gettin' it (ha)\n\nN.C.\nAnd you know I got my license for this bitch (Rich Homie, baby)\n\n[Chorus]","chords":["Ebm","Gb","Db","C"]}