Chords for Big Homiie G - Who Got It (Official Video) ft. Finesse2Tymes

Bet!
Bet that baby_ Bet!
All right, all right, all right.
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[A] All right, we get going.
This bitch calling me telling me I'm working too hard.
Bitch, I'm trying to get rich out here, huh?
This bitch want to eat peanuts.
I'm trying to eat steaks.
No sleep.
No sleep!
No sleep.
Honey, wake up, man.
Leave y'all to sleep.
Leave y'all to sleep.
[Cm] No sleep, leave you to sleep.
I'm gonna cut out.
Leave y'all to sleep.
Don't wait to die, huh?
Leave y'all to sleep.
Get up, man.
Ha, getting up.
I got a _ _ _ hundred.
I got a hundred.
I got a hundred.
I got a hundred.
I got a hundred.
I got a hundred.
I got a hundred.
A hundred, he hit.
Hey, who got it?
What?
Hey, who got it?
Hey, hey, hey!
I'm gonna check his ass.
I ain't got shit right now.
My nigga G got it, but when they get me right, I'm gonna get you right.
All right.
All right, bet this.
_ _ _ [D] I don't know.
Try to look for the pineapple, pull up.
You don't [A] trap me down, I'm a long-shift buster.
I might blow the bitch as soon as you look [Bb] up.
V.A.G. this motha' hard.
Yeah.
Too hard.
_ _ _ [A] _ [Bb] Who get it?
[E] Who [D] get it?
Who get it?
Who get it?
[D] Who get it?
Who get it?
Who get it?
Who get it?
[Dm] I'm sittin' here, I'm lookin' for what?
Drop the love for the pain, watch I pull up.
Ain't no trap man, I promise I'm shook up.
I might blow this bitch soon as you look up.
[Bb] I been dealing with personal problems.
Rap slow, I might turn to the wrong.
He got 200 bulls, I shit on some loads.
[A] Stretchin' his ass tomorrow.
I got deep [D] in my feelings, blocked out my bitch.
D-Hope, he actin' retard.
Head to back of my shoulders, I'm strapped with poles.
You know I ain't no searchin' the heart.
[Bb] You know I can't go out like Buddy.
You know I'ma shoot at my target.
While the diamonds on me like a Fonzie.
Ice, ice baby, come from Waffle.
[D] You know I just left Prohibition, I hunted some niggas in my little crib.
That right, I [A] popped out in my city.
And I ain't askin' nobody for permission.
[Bb] Check me some kitchens, it's switches.
Couple drinks, a lot of ammunition.
Ready to crash on the opposition.
Everybody [A] got his ass till the nigga die.
[Dm] Tryna get some fire, my brother, you ain't kill him.
Nigga, you a liar.
Heard that bump down on Buddy, he ain't want smoke.
Made his ass cry.
[Bb] Bump down on Buddy, he ain't want smoke.
Made his ass cry.
All I know I want is a bad pant, water drink, [A] man.
Niggas had that.
[D] _ Who got it?
Who got it?
Who got it?
[Bb] Who got it?
Who got it?
Who got it?
Who got it?
[A] Who [D] got it?
Why, why, why they makin' me the topic?
The blogs they playin', the haters, the cops.
I won't show affection to my baby mama, so they go around [Bb] for more.
Fall back with that shit.
Mad at me, cause I'm back in this bitch.
Fuck I look like, beefin' with a nigga, [A] waitin' on they text to hit.
[D] Two Mac 11's, I don't want no Varela.
Jump out the LAC with a Gucci umbrella.
I'm [A] independent, we different, it's level.
They want me to flop, but I'm back and I'm [Bb] better.
Bulletproof Tesla, bulletproof bourbon.
Tennessee jersey, yo bitch wanna serve me.
And if you so [A] gangster, why you actin' nervous?
VVS Cubans, [D] I'm trendin', they talkin'.
I'm hotter than Juven, 50k on a [A] Tuesday.
These purple synthetics got a nigga woozy.
[Bb] That's Zyna Johnson, she blacker than Ty and her pussy bizarre.
I want 10k or fuck her, and I come from [A] sellin' pussy on La Mar.
[D] _ Who got it?
Who got it?
Who got it?
Who got it?
Who [Bb] got it?
Who got it?
Who got it?
Who got it?
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