Now We Gone chords and lyrics - YOUNG RJ

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[Verse 1]
I [F]told [Am]you, we got flavor, on top of flavor,
on top [F]of flavor, on top [Am]of flavor,
Dirty
Dish and
Brian 3, come on!
Put [F]your glass up, [Em]niggas
[Am]Now put your[F] cash up, nigg[Em]as
Check it out
[Am]This goes out to [F]the hater, hater
Couldn't fuck [Em]with us till we made it,
made it
[Am]Tryna hit us up, now [F]we on, [Em]oh
But now we gone, nigga, nigga
[Am]This goes out to the lady, [F]lady
Wouldn't give [Em]a nigga time [Am]a day, day
Tryna hit us up, now [F]we on, [Em]on
But now we gone, yeah
Now [Am]they speak to me, how's [F]it goin',
goin'
I just laugh [Em]at em like I told em, I told em
[Am]Now they all up on my [F]totem pole
But [Am]I play hoes cold like I'm igloo frozen
The bad hoes treat [F]em like bustos
Now I pass em [Em]along like
hand -me -down flows
I'm [Am]just that close, I [F]got good memory
[Am]Your name was what? [Em]I
don't remem[Am]ber,
B.
The city is ours,
[F]D only, and I don't re[Am]call half
of these niggas [Em]that say we [Am]homies
Or them
DJs that [F]used to be phony,
[Em]now they all on us like, ooh, they great
[Am]But last summer only played my single [F]two weeks straight,
now they hold stuff [Em]to us like glue and tape
They chick[Am]s there getting thirsty [F]when they sit there,
I [Am]in a canary [Em]yellow lemonade wristwear
[Am]Yeah, so o[F]utrageous,
now they give me [Em]they demo with the shits outdated
[Am]This goes out to [F]the hater, hater
[Am]Couldn't fuck with us till [Em]we made it,
made it
[Am]Tryna hit us up, now [F]we on, on
[Em]But now we gone, niggas
This [Am]goes out to [F]the lady, lady
Would[Em]n't give a nigga
time of day, day
[Am]Tryna hit us up, now w[F]e on, on
[Em]But now we gone, yeah
The [Am]money that I used to make
[F]Back when I used to date
[Am]After we ate, I had to take her to the
Super 8
But when your loop low,
[F]cute pose is super fake
[Am]Tryna save [Em]the coochie for the niggas
with the [Am]coop and cape
She let a nigga hoop [F]and hit it, who
was shootin' blank[Em]s
Hopin' he would take her to
the bank as [Am]a show of thanks
She asked me [F]for dope,
I was like, no one can't
Busy doin' [Am]free shows,
[Em]tryna get [Am]a boat a crank
Shootin' free throws [F]couldn't
be the only way
[Am]To get a little [Em]cheddar,
so a nigga had [Am]to elevate
Spendin' all my time writ
[F]in', fightin' odds
Like
John
[Em]Card and the
Kuma tape
Who knew the day would come [Am]and
Ray would do away
with all [F]the bullshit, and have [Em]something good doing great,
it's official [Am]you can hate.
This goes out to [F]the hater, hater,
couldn't fuck [Em]with us till we made it, made it, [Am]tryna
hit us up, now [F]we on, on,
[Em]but now we gone niggas, ha.
[Am]This goes out to [F]the lady, lady,
wouldn't give [Em]a nigga time a day, day, [Am]tryna hit us
up, now [F]we on, on,
[Em]but now we gone nigg[Am]as.