A Lot chords and lyrics - 21 SAVAGE

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[Intro 1]
[Am](I love you)
Turn my headphone down a little bit, yeah
(For so many [G]reasons)
[Am]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[G]How much money you you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (Straight up)

[Chorus 1]
How much money you got? (A lot)
[Am]How much money you you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
[G]How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
[Am]How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
[G]How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you
fuckin around with these thots?

[Verse 1]
Every [Am]day that I'm alive, I’ma ride with the stick
I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich
Told my [G]brothers take my breath
if I turn to a snitch

[Interlude 1]
But I'm 21 4L, ain’t no way I'ma switch
[Am]Break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I [G]break it down, I break it down

[Verse 2]
I break it down, I break it down
[Am]Penitentiary chances
just to make a couple bucks
My heart so cold I could put it in my cup
[G]Gang vs. the world, me and my dawg, it was us
Then you went and wrote a statement,
and that really fucked me up
My [Am]brother lost his life
and it turned me to a beast
My brother got life
and it turned me to the streets
[G]I been through the storm
and it turned me to a G
But the other side was sunny,

[Chorus 2]
I get paid to rap on beats
[Am]How much money you you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
[G]How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
[Am]How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
[G]How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you

[Interlude 2]
fuckin around with these thots?
[Am](Break it down, I break it down...)
Yeah, I just [G]came from the A
I drove back home,
six-hour drive, six-and-a-half
[Am]Before I left, I stopped by
to see my nigga 21 in the studio
He had two of his [G]kids with him
right in the studio, that's when I knew
You a stand-up nigga,
I love seein' shit like that

[Verse 3]
Question
[Am]How many faking they streams? (A lot)
Getting they plays from machines? (A lot)
I can see behind the smoke and mirrors
Niggas ain't really big as they seem (Hmm)
[G]I never say anything (Nah),
everybody got they thing (True)
Some niggas make millions,
other niggas make memes (Hmm)
[Am]I'm on a money routine
I don't want smoke, I want cream
I don't want no more comparisons
This is a marathon and I’m aware
I been playing it [G]back
from a lack of promotions
I never was one for the bragging and boasting
I guess I was hoping
the music would speak for itself,
but the people want everything else
Okay, no p[Am]roblem,
I’ll show up on everyone album
You know what the outcome will be
I'm batting a thousand
It’s got to the point that these rappers
don't even like rappin' with me
Fuck it 'cause [G]my nigga 21 Savage just hit me
And told me he saved me a spot
on a new record he got
He call it "a lot," I open my book and I jot
Pray for Te[Am]kashi they want him to rot
I picture him inside a cell on a cot
’Flectin' on how he made it to the top
Wondering if it was worth it or not
I pray for Mar[G]kelle
'cause they fucked up his shot
Just want you to know
that you got it, my nigga
Though I never met you,
I know that you special
And that the Lord blessed you,
don't doubt it, my nigga
Dennis Smith, [Am]Jr., stay solid, my nigga
I'm on a tangent, not how I planned it
I had some fans
that hopped and abandoned ship
When they thought that I wasn't gon' pan out,
I got a [G]plan
They say that success is the greatest revenge,
tell all your friends
Cole on a mission,
cementin' the spot as the greatest that did it

[Chorus 3]
Before it all ends, nigga
[Am]How much money you you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
[G]How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
[Am]How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
[G]How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you

[Outro 1]
fuckin around with these thots?
[Am]Break it on down, I break it on down
I break it on down, I break it on down
I [G]break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I [Am]break it on down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I [G]break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
[Am](I love you for so many re[G]asons)
[Fade out]