Goin up Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Dm][Am][Dm][Am]
[Dm][G#m][F#]
Ain't to many I [E]can trust

[Verse 1]
[Dm]I let these rubber [E]bands bust
I got money Ion't even touch
the shit collecting dust
A hater gon' say this and [F]that, but
[Dm]y'all ready know whats up with [Am]us
I [E]gotta rob with all these [F]guns they
[E]might [F#]just try [E]to stick me up
Lil hoe try[Dm]ing t[E]o give me [Dm]bonds
cause my songs [E]going up
If I ever touch this bitch you know
she [Dm]must of asked some [E]love
Lil bruh he on the team,
but [Dm]the set you know he throw it up
My [F]boy just called me from [E]the pen
[Am]he said "We fi[Dm]nally [E]going up"

[Verse 2]
Wrap the shoot I'm on the [E]stage
[Dm]with that pocket [E]rocket tool
[Am]So many Milwaukee [E]Bucks
Told a fan is all love,
but just watch how you walk you know
Cause I've been shot and I been
crossed you not quick to buss
Think this shit be sweet you crossed
The line you know theirs repercussion
Come from the mud
Now my condo view the
whole city
Don't need no washing dryer
fuck it add another stove
If they count to the end who want
fire beef a little business
They know [Am]we keep it si[E]lent and
they know we handle whole business
I woke up this morning with
a hundred missed calls
Check came in cleared their was
a hundred racks top
[Dm]Left out t[E]he bank big old bags[Am]
[Dm]hurt my back [E]bone
[F]Ain't to many [E]I can trust some
[Dm]times I feel like I'm alone

[Verse 3]
Ain't to many I can [Dm]trust I let
these rubber bands [E]bust
I got money Ion't even touch
the shit collecting [Am]dust
A [E]hater [Am]gon' say this and [Dm]that,
but y'all ready know whats up with [Am]us
I [E]gotta rob with all these [Dm]guns they
might just try to stick me [Am]up
Lil hoe try[Dm]ing to give m[F]e bonds
[Dm]cause my songs [E]going up
If I ever touch this [F]bitch you know
[Dm]she must o[E]f asked some love
Lil [Dm]bruh he [E]on the team,
but [Dm]the set you know he throw it [E]up
[Dm]My boy just [E]called me from [F]the pen
he said [Dm]"We finally going [E]up"

[Verse 4]
All this money coming [E]in,
but I got money pilling up
You know this money sorry
Pour up lean and baby [G]ball
[E]Got Saint Laurent all over my collar
Let em count [Dm]that guala
No I didn't [Am]go to College
They want [E]verse send deposit
With a hearse I'm dropping body's
Too many racks I can't even coun[Dm]t
[E]that shit might give me Alzheimer's
They might just try to cross me,
but that shit like crossing bow wow
In my hood that shit get live [Dm]wire
[E]it's hot that shit done set on fire
I pull up in a cat burn[Dm]ing tires
My [E]prices going [Dm]higher
Ain't [E]to many I can trust

[Verse 5]
[Dm]I let
these rubber bands [E]bust
I got money Ion't even touch
the shit col[Dm]lecting dust
[E]A hater gon' say this and [Dm]that, but
y'all ready know whats up with [E]us
I gotta rob with all these guns they
might just try to stick me up
Lil hoe try[Dm]ing to give me bonds
cause my songs [E]going up
If I ever touch this bitch you know
she [Dm]must [E]of asked some love
Lil bruh he on [Dm]the team,
but the set you know he throw it [E]up
My [F]boy just called me from the pen he said [Dm]"We
finally [E]going up"

[Interlude 1]
[Dm][E][G][E]
[Dm][E][G]

[Verse 6]
Ain't to many I can [Dm]trust I let
these rub[C#m]ber ba[Dm]nds bu[E]st
I got money [Dm]Ion't even touch
the shit collecting dust
[E]A hater gon' say this and [Dm]that,
but y'all ready know whats up with us
I [E]got a rob with all these guns
they might just try to stick me up