Been getting money Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Am]Had a mill at 16 know how that felt?
[F]And I'm still kicking shit,
bitch [Am]black belt
Shoulda seen me in that yella 4- 30
Got it [F]washed everyday,
bitch never seen [Am]dirty
Told me meet him at the waffle house,
he got a clean .30
On my Domino's shit, only took a mean 30
My folks always on time yeah I'm
talking C Murder
Is it me [F]or this Franck [Am]Muller
or it [F]just seem [Am]early
I'm in something low- key,
steady mobbing with [F]the thang[Am]
Cut the music down
cause my cellphone ringing
From [F]what I just heard think my
cellphone [Am]dreaming
Wasn't doing this I'd probably
be a politician
Fuck [F]first forty- eight just too much [Am]snitching
If them folks get behind me
it be a whole lot of chasing
Cause I [F]ain't pulling over be a
[Am]whole lotta arresting
What?

[Verse 2]
Ain't a damn thing change [Am]now
Cause I been getting money
Who you know pulled up
Black cars drewed up
With the big- faced hundreds
Put them things on the road now
[F]Nigga still getting that [Am]dough now
Niggas think I lucked up,
must [F]got me fucked up
Cause I [Am]been getting money

[Verse 3]
And [Am]just when I thought
it couldn't get no [F]better
Nigga hit me on my chirp,
got all my [Am]cheddar
All wondering why I got this shit
runnin like a shower
Big [F]bag full of white,
you woulda thought it was some [Am]flour
Work hard in the kitchen
like a culinary school
I be [F]doin my thang,
I'm a [Am]culinary fool
So much Pj, I was pissin that shit,
talkin [F]bottles so big put a fist in that [Am]shit
You were born that way, always be a hater
Don [F]Jaun on these hoes,
always be a [Am]playa
Way I work through the check
I Shoulda been a calculator
I'm so [F]cold with this shit,
count it in the refriger[Am]ator
Jewelry store,
green bob bought my first Cartier
[F]Threw em 30 thou and got
the fuck up outta [Am]there
That's how jo jo [???] one
day got indicted
If it's a [F]party with the feds,
I ain't tynna get [Am]invited

[Verse 4]
Ain't a damn thing change [Am]now
[F]Cause I bee[Am]n getting money
Who you know pulled up
Black cars drewed up
With the big- faced hundreds
Put them things on the road [F]now
Nigga still getting that [Am]dough now
Niggas think I lucked up,
must [F]got me fucked up
Cause I [Am]been getting money

[Verse 5]
Imagine this breeze coming from the ceiling [F]fast
Stack a hundred bills in your
[Am]right hand
Right there by the couch bag
of rubber band[F]s
Gotta get 5, double [Am]stacked
that's a hundred grand
Rose gold jacob,
4 units for the timepiece
[F]Got my niggas working so much
they need a [Am]time sheet
They thought it was a joke until I
copped [F]that 6
7:45 pull up in that [Am]bitch
Ever see a nigga pop a hundred
bottles for the [F]club
[???], get the money, get ya love
One [Am]song, blew a quarter chicken,
yeah that's a [?]
If a [F]nigga re'ing up with half
a ticket that's a [Am]car quote

[Verse 6]
Ain't a damn thing change [Am]now
Cause I been getting money
Who you know pulled up
Black cars drewed up
With the big- faced hundreds
Put them things on [F]the road now
Nigga still getting that [Am]dough now
Niggas think I lucked up, must
got me fucked up
Cause [F]I[Am][F]
[Am]been getting money

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