for beginners use the transpose button to -1 and stick a capo on 1st fret so Cm = Bm and Bb = A
(There is 4 beats between each chord)
[Intro]
CmI love you
Turn my headphone down a little bit, Cmyeah
GmFor so many reasons
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (CmI do), yeah, yeah yeah yeah
CmYeah, yeah, ah, ah, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah
[Pre Chorus]
BbHow much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (Straight up)
BbHow much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (A lot)
[Chorus]
CmHow much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
CmHow many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
BbHow many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
BbHow many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
CmHow many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
CmHow many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
BbHow many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
BbHow many chances she done gave you?
Fuck around with these thots (A lot)
[Verse 1]
Every Cmday that I'm alive, I’ma ride with the stick
I'd Cmrather be broke in jail than be dead and rich
Told my Bbbrothers take my breath if I turn to a snitch
But I'm Bb21 forev’, ain't no way I'ma switch
[Post Chorus]
CmBreak it down, I break it down
CmI break it down, I break it down
BbI break it down, I break it down
BbI break it down, I break it down
[Verse 2]
CmPenitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks
My Cmheart so cold I could put it in my cup
BbGang vs. the world, me and my dawg, it was us
Then you Bbwent and wrote a statement,
And that really fucked me up
My Cmbrother lost his life and it turned me to a beast
My Cmbrother got life and it turned me to the streets
BbI been through the storm and it turned me to a G
But the Bbother side was sunny, I get paid to rap on beats
[Chorus]
CmHow much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
CmHow many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
BbHow many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
BbHow many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
CmHow many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
CmHow many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
BbHow many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
BbHow many chances she done gave you?
CmFuck around with these thots (A lot)
[Bridge]
CmBreak it on down, I break it on down
CmI break it on down, I break it on down
Yeah, I just came Bbfrom the A
I drove back home, six hour drive, six and a Bbhalf
(I break it, break it down)Cm
Before I left I stopped by
To see my nigga 21 in the studio
(CmI break it, break it down)
(I break it, break it down)
He had two of his kids Bbwith him right in the studio,
That's when I knew
You a stand up nigga, BbI love seein' shit like that
[Verse 3]
N.C.
Question
CmHow many faking they streams? (A lot)
Getting they plays from maCmchines (A lot)
I can see behind the smoke and mirrors
Niggas ain't really Cmbig as they seem (Hmm)
I never say anything (Nah), Bbeverybody got they thing (True)
Some niggas make Bbmillions, other niggas make memes (Hmm)
CmI'm on a money routine
I don't want smoke, I want cream
CmI don’t want no more comparisons
This is a marathon and I’m aware
I been playing it Cmback from a lack of promotions
I never was Bbone for the bragging and boasting
I guess I was hoping the music would speak for itself,
But the Bbpeople want everything else
Okay, no Cmproblem, I'll show up on everyone album
You know what the outcome will be
I’m batting a Cmthousand
It's got to the point that these rappers
Don't even like rappin' with me
Fuck it ’cause Bbmy nigga 21 Savage just hit me
And told me he saved me a spot on a new Bbrecord he got
BbHe call it "a lot," I open my book and I jot
Pray for TeCmkashi, they want him to rot
I picture him inside a cell on a cot
'Flectin' on Cmhow he made it to the top
Wondering if it was worth it or not
I pray for MaBbrkelle 'cause they fucked up his shot
Just want you to know that you got it, my nigga
Though I never Bbmet you, I know that you special
And that the Lord blessed you, don't doubt it, my nigga
Dennis Smith, CmJr., stay solid, my nigga
I'm on a tangent, not how I planned it
I had some Cmfans that hopped and abandoned ship
When they thought that I wasn't gone pan out,
I got a pBblan
They say that success is the greatest revenge, tell all your friends
Cole on a Bbmission, cementin' the spot as the greatest who did it
N.C.
Before it all ends, nigga
[Chorus]
CmHow much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
CmHow many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
BbHow many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
BbHow many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
CmHow many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
CmHow many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
BbHow many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
BbHow many chances she done gave you?
Fuck around with these thots (A lot)
[Outro]
CmBreak it on down, I break it on down
CmI break it on down, I break it on down
BbI break it down, I break it down
BbI break it down, I break it down
CmI break it on down, I break it down
CmI break it down, I break it down
BbI break it down, I break it down
BbI break it down, I break it down, I brCm-
CmI love you Cm Bb