Biggie Smalls feat Lil Kim - Get Money Chords
Tempo:
90.85 bpm
Chords used:
D
Bm
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bm]
♪ Like a cat, [D] get money ♪
♪ Like a cat, [Bm] get money ♪
♪ Like a cat, [D] get [G] money ♪
[D] ♪ Like [Bm]
a cat, get money ♪
♪ Like a cat, get money ♪
♪ Like a cat, get money ♪
♪ You wanna see more on my living room floor ♪
♪ Playin' J-O with seasoning on ♪
♪ Pick up my phone [D] say papa [G] like ooh ♪
♪ [Bm] Sex on us, mad head in the mornin' [G] ♪
Spin movie, smoke all my weed, [D] tattoo on titties, saying B.I..G. Now check it, you wanna, my man squeeze baby, don't you, you [Bm] wanna give me what I need baby, won't you? Picture life as [D] my wife, [G] just three, four left, fat, [Bm] ex and all this, Boy six to match, [D] conversation was all that, showed you [Bm] the safe combinations and all that, Guess you can say you the one I [D] trusted, who would've believed that you [Bm] would spread like mustard, Shit got hot, you sent feds to my spot, took me to court, tried to take all I got, Another one trickin' like the [D] big cent, [Bm] I read the damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper, My Moschino on my Versace, hottie, come to find out, it was fuckin' everybody, [G] You knew about me, the fake I.D., [Bm] sixes in Virginia, by the NBC, [G] Well always be, that's what I get for trickin', gave my own [Bm] bail, commenced the ass kickin', Lickin' the door, [D] wavin' the 4-4, all you heard from papa, don't hit me no more, [G] Disrespect my clique, [D] my shit's imperial, fuck around [Bm] and ate a milk box material, You feel me, suckin' dick, runnin' your lips, cause of you, I'm a real fucker, bitch, yeah, [D] [G] [D] [G]
[D] [Bm]
Nick, [D] better grab a seat, grab on your dick, as [G] this bitch dig deep, Deeper than the pussy of a witch's feet, her [Bm] sticks feel sweet, in this with you, petite, [G] Young bitch from the street, [D] guaranteed to stay down, Used to bring girls out of [Bm] town on great hound, now I'm billboard down, [D] Niggas pressed [G] to hit it, [D] play me like a chicken, [Bm] thinkin' I'm fresh, you get it, Rather do the killin' in the [D] stick up, just, or rather countermeasure you while you [Bm] eat my [G] pussy, Push me to the limit, get my [D] feelings in, get me open while I'm [Bm] comin' down your throat, And, [G] you wanna see my mane squeeze, nigga, don't you, you wanna [Bm] look between my knees, nigga, Don't you wanna see me whippin' your [D] three down the ab, blow up [Bm] spots for bitches, because I'm mad, Break up with fear, lick [D] shots in the air, you get back and start [Bm] swingin' everywhere, Me shifty, now you wanna [D] piss, you with me, pull out your nine while I cock on [G] mine, Now what, nigga, I ain't got [D] time for this, so what, nigga, I'm not tryin' to [G] hear that shit, Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani boots, Adrian [Bm] Benedini and Chanel-line boots, Things that make up for all the [D] gang, gandala, homeworn cards, sayin' [Bm] I apologize, Is you [G] with me, how could you ever deceive me, payback's a bitch, motherfucker, believe me, 9K, this ain't no Westwood throat, just a little somethin' [Bm] to let you motherfuckers [G] know [Bm] [G] [D] [Bm]
[D] [Bm]
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♪ Like a cat, [D] get money ♪
♪ Like a cat, [Bm] get money ♪
♪ Like a cat, [D] get [G] money ♪
[D] ♪ Like [Bm]
a cat, get money ♪
♪ Like a cat, get money ♪
♪ Like a cat, get money ♪
♪ You wanna see more on my living room floor ♪
♪ Playin' J-O with seasoning on ♪
♪ Pick up my phone [D] say papa [G] like ooh ♪
♪ [Bm] Sex on us, mad head in the mornin' [G] ♪
Spin movie, smoke all my weed, [D] tattoo on titties, saying B.I..G. Now check it, you wanna, my man squeeze baby, don't you, you [Bm] wanna give me what I need baby, won't you? Picture life as [D] my wife, [G] just three, four left, fat, [Bm] ex and all this, Boy six to match, [D] conversation was all that, showed you [Bm] the safe combinations and all that, Guess you can say you the one I [D] trusted, who would've believed that you [Bm] would spread like mustard, Shit got hot, you sent feds to my spot, took me to court, tried to take all I got, Another one trickin' like the [D] big cent, [Bm] I read the damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper, My Moschino on my Versace, hottie, come to find out, it was fuckin' everybody, [G] You knew about me, the fake I.D., [Bm] sixes in Virginia, by the NBC, [G] Well always be, that's what I get for trickin', gave my own [Bm] bail, commenced the ass kickin', Lickin' the door, [D] wavin' the 4-4, all you heard from papa, don't hit me no more, [G] Disrespect my clique, [D] my shit's imperial, fuck around [Bm] and ate a milk box material, You feel me, suckin' dick, runnin' your lips, cause of you, I'm a real fucker, bitch, yeah, [D] [G] [D] [G]
[D] [Bm]
Nick, [D] better grab a seat, grab on your dick, as [G] this bitch dig deep, Deeper than the pussy of a witch's feet, her [Bm] sticks feel sweet, in this with you, petite, [G] Young bitch from the street, [D] guaranteed to stay down, Used to bring girls out of [Bm] town on great hound, now I'm billboard down, [D] Niggas pressed [G] to hit it, [D] play me like a chicken, [Bm] thinkin' I'm fresh, you get it, Rather do the killin' in the [D] stick up, just, or rather countermeasure you while you [Bm] eat my [G] pussy, Push me to the limit, get my [D] feelings in, get me open while I'm [Bm] comin' down your throat, And, [G] you wanna see my mane squeeze, nigga, don't you, you wanna [Bm] look between my knees, nigga, Don't you wanna see me whippin' your [D] three down the ab, blow up [Bm] spots for bitches, because I'm mad, Break up with fear, lick [D] shots in the air, you get back and start [Bm] swingin' everywhere, Me shifty, now you wanna [D] piss, you with me, pull out your nine while I cock on [G] mine, Now what, nigga, I ain't got [D] time for this, so what, nigga, I'm not tryin' to [G] hear that shit, Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani boots, Adrian [Bm] Benedini and Chanel-line boots, Things that make up for all the [D] gang, gandala, homeworn cards, sayin' [Bm] I apologize, Is you [G] with me, how could you ever deceive me, payback's a bitch, motherfucker, believe me, 9K, this ain't no Westwood throat, just a little somethin' [Bm] to let you motherfuckers [G] know [Bm] [G] [D] [Bm]
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[D] [Bm]
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Key:
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Bm
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[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
♪ Like a cat, [D] get money ♪
♪ Like a cat, [Bm] get money ♪
♪ Like a cat, [D] get [G] money ♪
[D] ♪ Like _ [Bm]
a cat, _ get money ♪
♪ Like a cat, get money ♪
♪ Like a cat, get money ♪
♪ You wanna see more on my living room floor ♪
♪ Playin' J-O with seasoning on ♪
♪ Pick up my phone [D] say papa [G] like ooh ♪
♪ [Bm] Sex on us, mad head in the mornin' [G] ♪
Spin movie, smoke all my weed, [D] tattoo on titties, saying B.I..G. Now check it, you wanna, my man squeeze baby, don't you, you [Bm] wanna give me what I need baby, won't you? Picture life as [D] my wife, [G] just three, four left, fat, [Bm] ex and all this, Boy six to match, [D] conversation was all that, showed you [Bm] the safe combinations and all that, Guess you can say you the one I [D] trusted, who would've believed that you [Bm] would spread like mustard, Shit got hot, you sent feds to my spot, took me to court, tried to take all I got, Another one trickin' like the [D] big cent, [Bm] I read the damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper, My Moschino on my Versace, hottie, come to find out, it was fuckin' everybody, [G] You knew about me, the fake I.D., [Bm] sixes in Virginia, by the NBC, [G] Well always be, that's what I get for trickin', gave my own [Bm] bail, commenced the ass kickin', Lickin' the door, [D] wavin' the 4-4, all you heard from papa, don't hit me no more, [G] Disrespect my clique, [D] my shit's imperial, fuck around [Bm] and ate a milk box material, You feel me, suckin' dick, runnin' your lips, cause of you, I'm a real fucker, bitch, yeah, _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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Nick, [D] better grab a seat, grab on your dick, as [G] this bitch dig deep, Deeper than the pussy of a witch's feet, her [Bm] sticks feel sweet, in this with you, petite, [G] Young bitch from the street, [D] guaranteed to stay down, Used to bring girls out of [Bm] town on great hound, now I'm billboard down, [D] Niggas pressed [G] to hit it, [D] play me like a chicken, [Bm] thinkin' I'm fresh, you get it, Rather do the killin' in the [D] stick up, just, or rather countermeasure you while you [Bm] eat my [G] pussy, Push me to the limit, get my [D] feelings in, get me open while I'm [Bm] comin' down your throat, And, [G] you wanna see my mane squeeze, nigga, don't you, you wanna [Bm] look between my knees, nigga, Don't you wanna see me whippin' your [D] three down the ab, blow up [Bm] spots for bitches, because I'm mad, Break up with fear, lick [D] shots in the air, you get back and start [Bm] swingin' everywhere, Me shifty, now you wanna [D] piss, you with me, pull out your nine while I cock on [G] mine, Now what, nigga, I ain't got [D] time for this, so what, nigga, I'm not tryin' to [G] hear that shit, Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani boots, Adrian [Bm] Benedini and Chanel-line boots, Things that make up for all the [D] gang, gandala, homeworn cards, sayin' [Bm] I apologize, Is you [G] with me, how could you ever deceive me, payback's a bitch, motherfucker, believe me, 9K, this ain't no Westwood throat, just a little somethin' [Bm] to let you motherfuckers [G] know _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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♪ Like a cat, [D] get money ♪
♪ Like a cat, [Bm] get money ♪
♪ Like a cat, [D] get [G] money ♪
[D] ♪ Like _ [Bm]
a cat, _ get money ♪
♪ Like a cat, get money ♪
♪ Like a cat, get money ♪
♪ You wanna see more on my living room floor ♪
♪ Playin' J-O with seasoning on ♪
♪ Pick up my phone [D] say papa [G] like ooh ♪
♪ [Bm] Sex on us, mad head in the mornin' [G] ♪
Spin movie, smoke all my weed, [D] tattoo on titties, saying B.I..G. Now check it, you wanna, my man squeeze baby, don't you, you [Bm] wanna give me what I need baby, won't you? Picture life as [D] my wife, [G] just three, four left, fat, [Bm] ex and all this, Boy six to match, [D] conversation was all that, showed you [Bm] the safe combinations and all that, Guess you can say you the one I [D] trusted, who would've believed that you [Bm] would spread like mustard, Shit got hot, you sent feds to my spot, took me to court, tried to take all I got, Another one trickin' like the [D] big cent, [Bm] I read the damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper, My Moschino on my Versace, hottie, come to find out, it was fuckin' everybody, [G] You knew about me, the fake I.D., [Bm] sixes in Virginia, by the NBC, [G] Well always be, that's what I get for trickin', gave my own [Bm] bail, commenced the ass kickin', Lickin' the door, [D] wavin' the 4-4, all you heard from papa, don't hit me no more, [G] Disrespect my clique, [D] my shit's imperial, fuck around [Bm] and ate a milk box material, You feel me, suckin' dick, runnin' your lips, cause of you, I'm a real fucker, bitch, yeah, _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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Nick, [D] better grab a seat, grab on your dick, as [G] this bitch dig deep, Deeper than the pussy of a witch's feet, her [Bm] sticks feel sweet, in this with you, petite, [G] Young bitch from the street, [D] guaranteed to stay down, Used to bring girls out of [Bm] town on great hound, now I'm billboard down, [D] Niggas pressed [G] to hit it, [D] play me like a chicken, [Bm] thinkin' I'm fresh, you get it, Rather do the killin' in the [D] stick up, just, or rather countermeasure you while you [Bm] eat my [G] pussy, Push me to the limit, get my [D] feelings in, get me open while I'm [Bm] comin' down your throat, And, [G] you wanna see my mane squeeze, nigga, don't you, you wanna [Bm] look between my knees, nigga, Don't you wanna see me whippin' your [D] three down the ab, blow up [Bm] spots for bitches, because I'm mad, Break up with fear, lick [D] shots in the air, you get back and start [Bm] swingin' everywhere, Me shifty, now you wanna [D] piss, you with me, pull out your nine while I cock on [G] mine, Now what, nigga, I ain't got [D] time for this, so what, nigga, I'm not tryin' to [G] hear that shit, Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani boots, Adrian [Bm] Benedini and Chanel-line boots, Things that make up for all the [D] gang, gandala, homeworn cards, sayin' [Bm] I apologize, Is you [G] with me, how could you ever deceive me, payback's a bitch, motherfucker, believe me, 9K, this ain't no Westwood throat, just a little somethin' [Bm] to let you motherfuckers [G] know _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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