Chords for Future - 712PM (Official Audio)

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_ _ If it wasn't for Google, man, that bitch wouldn't know my nickname
Drop the Maybach truck on a Washington with [C] plain jeans
Let the door swing, swing the door open, smell cocaine
Traffickin' drug money, your tripod is rollin'
Stepped out in mud, this bitch can't wait to tie my [Fm] shoelace
[F] Ocean like girls, [F#] bet this money make a bitch [F] so gay _ _ _ _
_ _ Money real long, big king Kong, when you make the truck go [C] chump
Yellow wrist thump, canary on the stone, I'm puttin' on that [Fm] stuff
Diggin' in [F] the bank, pull out my money, make a [F#] bitch bust her [F] neck
Came out the bend door, just about to [C] dive, I said, it hit me a lick
I bought a Tahoe from the truck, money, I haven't even seen a [Fm] brick
Cocaine by the kilo, these days, put it right on my wrist
You can still [F] see the chain lit up, set my [F#] high five [F] percent
Every time I re-up, they gotta advance at least 20 amps
I been gettin' richer, I am richer, my whole career
Took the dope money, went and caught a mixtape, this rap is way [Fm] out
Sittin' on [F] a bell, talkin' a big cake, [C#] and he ain't got a [Fm] couch
Took Australia, unfamiliar, spent two million on the tech
In that dooly, doin' a dash, [F] I let Lil Doggie hold a tech
I got money, want the crystals, but I been [F] back doin' X
Got a Rolex on [A#m] my wrist, this bitch comes by the [F] car
Then get these niggas a couple bands, and hit your face, and hit your chest
I was rollin' off the pill, I should've never fucked a bitch
I got hoes, these niggas married, I don't let em go, they come [Fm] too
I got [F] fed, and all of my diamonds, I spent [F#] a nine-way on [F] parachute
I don't even care who these niggas shot at, I ain't need nothin', got merch
I got some real killers, they don't kill a nigga, they ain't gon' shoot up the hearse
You think a nigga like me give a fuck about a nigga, [Fm] she knows the church
I gotta take the shit off a God, cause I'm a [A#m] God on the [F] earth
I got these motherfuckin' new bands, I ain't even drove it since it came out
Couple of bad bitches, they twins, walkin' niggas through my house
Cook the dope up in the kitchen, I can do that top shelf
Bitches still claimin' me, I ain't [C#] fucked over, [Fm] yeah
Cartier wrist, Cartier watch, Cartier diamond buffer
Money real long, big as King Kong, [F] when you make trap, go jump
Yellow wrist on canary, yellow stone, I'm puttin' on that stuff
Diggin' in the bank, [F] pull out my money, make a [A#m] bitch bust like [F] me
Came out the bando, just about diapers, had to hit me a lick
I bought the Tahoe from the chop, money, I haven't even seen a brick
Cocaine by the kilo, these days, put it right on my wrist
You can still see the chain lit up, seven [C#] hundred five percent
[F] _ Seven [C] hundred five percent, you can see the cheat name
Lil' one goin' crazy, ready to speed for [Fm] the good night
Stepped all in mud, this bitch can't wait to tie my shoelace
I'm shootin' like girls, bet this [A#m] money make a bitch _ _ _ _ _