Chords for Euroz Feat Meek Mill - Exorcism (Acapella Dirty) | 79 BPM

Yeah, Meek Millie, Euro's with it
Young niggas gettin' money
_ Dream chaser nigga
Put my city on, I'm the next to
Garner some hate along the way, I expect to
I take your niggas mad cause we go harder than the rest do
Sayin' I'm the shit, well appoint me to the restroom
You care less about the money when respect's due
I'm Bob Fisher, they contemplatin' my next move
And scratch these niggas off, that's the object
Niggas only buzzin' cause my tape hasn't dropped yet
I'm the hottest out, if you ain't get the news
Fuck with these niggas talkin', we let the bitches choose
When loyalty is all you know, there ain't no switchin' crews
Feelin' like we bout to blow and this one might've lit the fuse
Real nigga, my haters wishin' they was one
Goin' hard till recognition and buzz comes
Spill so much liquor, you'da thought I lost a loved one
Money over everything, these bitches above none
Belt buckle, earn maz
Walk up in the club, exorcism, niggas turn heads
Celebratin', make a toast, nigga burn bread
Kill everything, it's what my nigga earned, said
The summers ours, winners [Dm] too
Top down [N] in the winter, that's what winners do
Fuck niggas, and bitches too
All I need is this money, my nigga, this a do
Before you get them hoes, get your money right
And I don't fuck with broke niggas, they the funny type
Man, I got a car, I live a hella life
But still I spend on racks up on that jet to see my son at night
To put a smile on his face, hundred thousand for the case
Just to set my niggas free, Mr.
Childs where we ate
When my niggas spanked out, dripped up, draped out
All this velvet in my crib, my shit look like Drake House
Fuck niggas, and bitches too
Testifying on your homie, that's what snitches do
Selling bricks and buying funds, what we getting to?
I'm in a yellow pen and mirror, look like Pikachu
Ha, these niggas mad that [Eb] I'm on now
And every time I'm in [G] the building, they be going down
And I don't make it rain, I make it pour down
And money ain't a thing, talk, I'll get that boy found
[N] Bell, bell, buckle, earned man's
Walk up in the club, exorcism, niggas turn heads
Celebrate and make a toast, nigga burn bread
Kill everything is what my nigga earned, said
The summers ours, winners too
[Dm] Top down in the [N] winter, that's what winners do
Fuck niggas, and bitches too
All I need is some money, my nigga, this a do
Bottle after bottle, get a refill
Young rich niggas, book of finest in the street still
Groupies got Parkinson's, it's hard for them to keep still
Feeling like you running, now you know how me and Meek feel
My nigga, I'm really winning these days
Which is a result of the women I swim in these days
I knew from the beginning we was finna be paid
And even though this life is good, I ain't finna behave
Nigga, we straight, so I can give two shits
Knowing this is opportunity, only a few get
Whole team balling, we the modern day blue chips
And keep your girl close, cause she provoking, it's the do
Listen, niggas dick riding, well of course to get seen
And if she see a line, she gon' snort that shit clean
These bitches be trying to kick it like it's fourth and fifteen
Knowing that I'm winning, on course to get green What up?
Belt buckle, earned meds, walk up in the club
Exorcism, niggas turn heads
Celebrate and make a toast, nigga burn bread
Kill everything is what my nigga earned, said
The summers [Bb] ours, winners [F] too
[D] Top down in the winter, [N] that's what winners do
Fuck niggas, and bitches too
All I need is this money, my nigga, this a do
Belt buckle, earned meds, walk up in the club
Exorcism, niggas turn heads
Celebrate and make a toast, nigga burn bread
Kill everything is what my nigga earned, said _ _ _ _