Chords for Lil Baby, Moneybagg Yo - No Sucker (Official Video)
Tempo:
125.45 bpm
Chords used:
Gm
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Gm] Uh oh, the gang be in trouble Started off small, now they payin' me double
Yeah, he can drip-trip, baby, like mustard Yeah, uh oh, you better not trust him
Rotate him, all these hoes don't shuffle Money thing got a whole M in her duffel
Bitch got a nerve, say she don't like rubs She don't know that I know, she be fuckin'
my brother Bitch, I ain't goin' out like no sucker
Yeah, West Coast smokin' on gushers Yeah, Cartier watch it, bust it
Yeah, I done ran up a whole lot Yeah, I don't want to twat just talk
Yeah, goin' up a whole nother notch Yeah, can't be stuck in one slot
Left her hoes lost like a shark in the ghetto Elves on the wheel wave hello
Yeah, bitch probably mad I ain't ghetto La la la, I am not Carmelo
Word to the opp, they gon' drop better lay low
Ha, nah, I'm just playin', they can come out Runnin' up the money, I ain't never tryna run out
Yeah, police get behind me, I'ma burn out Smack, how you get it before it even come out?
Cash, how you make a million or drop?
Bad, check, how deep, dope, fast
My mama know I'm like a shing, got no swag [E] I don't stay with my mama, I've been in my bag
[Gm] Yeah, I got a nigga, fuck what I had Yeah, y'all niggas need to give me my swag
Go against me, get hashtag I ain't stuntin' that nigga, I'm a pass that
How you Jackie D or in your pants, man?
Roadrunnin', bringin' these bands back
You can take how you want it, I'm sayin' fast They done crumped me up, I was layin' back
On the way, they didn't give my sand back Hopped out on him with a chopstick
They done killed that boy with a hand strap You straight, they ain't give me no man's doubt
Uh-oh, the game in trouble Started out small, now they payin' me double
Yeah, he can drip, chip, baby, like mustard Yeah, uh-oh, you better not trust him
Rotate him, all these hoes on shuffle Money thing got a whole M in the duffel
Bitch got a nerve, say she don't like rub She don't know that I know, she be fuckin' my brother
Bitch, I ain't goin' out like no sucker Yeah, West Coast smokin' on Gusher
Yeah, Cartier watch, shit bussin' Yeah, I done ran up a whole lot
Yeah, I don't want to twat just talk Yeah, goin' up a whole nother notch
Yeah, can't be stuck in one slot Yeah, I'm goin' up a whole nother notch
Lil' bro, just put a nigga on Fox Damn, a rock feel outta my watch
I ain't get mad, I just switch that clock I treat a bad bitch like a thot
What you do?
Burn her head, pull another lot
Water on, water rockin' ice on the yacht Bought a trap house and it came with a pot
It got me in trouble like some bad-ass chillin' Did they really give me 80K for 30 minutes?
And can't nobody tell me how to spend it?
Bitch, send it to the hood, let them flip it in the trenches
She want me to love on her, no way Ain't Jose, I don't do what the hoes say
HD, blue-ray, clear shit, what they mean?
Damage on me, lil' 4K
Married to the money, for better or worse But nah, I ain't walk down no aisle
Dead lil' nigga fucked up, he a walk a nigga down with a Kool-Aid smile
Y'all said they spent all their K on a necklace I'm flexin', look close and you see your reflection
She a lil' gangsta, I like her complexion She get so wet, it then bust like confetti
If I don't do nothin', then money, I get it Uh-oh, they got me in trouble
Started off small, now they payin' me double Yeah, he can drip-trip, baby, like mustard, yeah
Uh-oh, you better not trust him Rotate him, all these hoes don't shuffle
Money thing got a whole M in her duffle Bitch got a nurse, said she don't like rubs
She don't know that I know, she be fuckin' my brother, bitch
I ain't goin' out like no sucker, yeah West coast smokin' on gushin', yeah
Cartier white shit bussin', yeah I done ran up a whole lot, yeah
I don't want the twat just talk, yeah Goin' up a whole nother notch, yeah
Can't be stuck in one slot, yeah
Yeah, he can drip-trip, baby, like mustard Yeah, uh oh, you better not trust him
Rotate him, all these hoes don't shuffle Money thing got a whole M in her duffel
Bitch got a nerve, say she don't like rubs She don't know that I know, she be fuckin'
my brother Bitch, I ain't goin' out like no sucker
Yeah, West Coast smokin' on gushers Yeah, Cartier watch it, bust it
Yeah, I done ran up a whole lot Yeah, I don't want to twat just talk
Yeah, goin' up a whole nother notch Yeah, can't be stuck in one slot
Left her hoes lost like a shark in the ghetto Elves on the wheel wave hello
Yeah, bitch probably mad I ain't ghetto La la la, I am not Carmelo
Word to the opp, they gon' drop better lay low
Ha, nah, I'm just playin', they can come out Runnin' up the money, I ain't never tryna run out
Yeah, police get behind me, I'ma burn out Smack, how you get it before it even come out?
Cash, how you make a million or drop?
Bad, check, how deep, dope, fast
My mama know I'm like a shing, got no swag [E] I don't stay with my mama, I've been in my bag
[Gm] Yeah, I got a nigga, fuck what I had Yeah, y'all niggas need to give me my swag
Go against me, get hashtag I ain't stuntin' that nigga, I'm a pass that
How you Jackie D or in your pants, man?
Roadrunnin', bringin' these bands back
You can take how you want it, I'm sayin' fast They done crumped me up, I was layin' back
On the way, they didn't give my sand back Hopped out on him with a chopstick
They done killed that boy with a hand strap You straight, they ain't give me no man's doubt
Uh-oh, the game in trouble Started out small, now they payin' me double
Yeah, he can drip, chip, baby, like mustard Yeah, uh-oh, you better not trust him
Rotate him, all these hoes on shuffle Money thing got a whole M in the duffel
Bitch got a nerve, say she don't like rub She don't know that I know, she be fuckin' my brother
Bitch, I ain't goin' out like no sucker Yeah, West Coast smokin' on Gusher
Yeah, Cartier watch, shit bussin' Yeah, I done ran up a whole lot
Yeah, I don't want to twat just talk Yeah, goin' up a whole nother notch
Yeah, can't be stuck in one slot Yeah, I'm goin' up a whole nother notch
Lil' bro, just put a nigga on Fox Damn, a rock feel outta my watch
I ain't get mad, I just switch that clock I treat a bad bitch like a thot
What you do?
Burn her head, pull another lot
Water on, water rockin' ice on the yacht Bought a trap house and it came with a pot
It got me in trouble like some bad-ass chillin' Did they really give me 80K for 30 minutes?
And can't nobody tell me how to spend it?
Bitch, send it to the hood, let them flip it in the trenches
She want me to love on her, no way Ain't Jose, I don't do what the hoes say
HD, blue-ray, clear shit, what they mean?
Damage on me, lil' 4K
Married to the money, for better or worse But nah, I ain't walk down no aisle
Dead lil' nigga fucked up, he a walk a nigga down with a Kool-Aid smile
Y'all said they spent all their K on a necklace I'm flexin', look close and you see your reflection
She a lil' gangsta, I like her complexion She get so wet, it then bust like confetti
If I don't do nothin', then money, I get it Uh-oh, they got me in trouble
Started off small, now they payin' me double Yeah, he can drip-trip, baby, like mustard, yeah
Uh-oh, you better not trust him Rotate him, all these hoes don't shuffle
Money thing got a whole M in her duffle Bitch got a nurse, said she don't like rubs
She don't know that I know, she be fuckin' my brother, bitch
I ain't goin' out like no sucker, yeah West coast smokin' on gushin', yeah
Cartier white shit bussin', yeah I done ran up a whole lot, yeah
I don't want the twat just talk, yeah Goin' up a whole nother notch, yeah
Can't be stuck in one slot, yeah
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[Gm] _ _ _ _ Uh oh, the gang be in trouble Started off small, now they payin' me double
Yeah, he can drip-trip, baby, like mustard Yeah, uh oh, you better not trust him
Rotate him, all these hoes don't shuffle Money thing got a whole M in her duffel
Bitch got a nerve, say she don't like rubs She don't know that I know, she be fuckin'
my brother Bitch, I ain't goin' out like no sucker
Yeah, West Coast smokin' on gushers Yeah, Cartier watch it, bust it
Yeah, I done ran up a whole lot Yeah, I don't want to twat just talk
Yeah, goin' up a whole nother notch Yeah, can't be stuck in one slot
Left her hoes lost like a shark in the ghetto Elves on the wheel wave hello
Yeah, bitch probably mad I ain't ghetto La la la, I am not Carmelo
Word to the opp, they gon' drop better lay low
Ha, nah, I'm just playin', they can come out Runnin' up the money, I ain't never tryna run out
Yeah, police get behind me, I'ma burn out Smack, how you get it before it even come out?
Cash, how you make a million or drop?
Bad, check, how deep, dope, fast
My mama know I'm like a shing, got no swag [E] I don't stay with my mama, I've been in my bag
[Gm] Yeah, I got a nigga, fuck what I had Yeah, y'all niggas need to give me my swag
Go against me, get hashtag I ain't stuntin' that nigga, I'm a pass that
How you Jackie D or in your pants, man?
Roadrunnin', bringin' these bands back
You can take how you want it, I'm sayin' fast They done crumped me up, I was layin' back
On the way, they didn't give my sand back Hopped out on him with a chopstick
They done killed that boy with a hand strap You straight, they ain't give me no man's doubt
Uh-oh, the game in trouble Started out small, now they payin' me double
Yeah, he can drip, chip, baby, like mustard Yeah, uh-oh, you better not trust him
Rotate him, all these hoes on shuffle Money thing got a whole M in the duffel
Bitch got a nerve, say she don't like rub She don't know that I know, she be fuckin' my brother
Bitch, I ain't goin' out like no sucker Yeah, West Coast smokin' on Gusher
Yeah, Cartier watch, shit bussin' Yeah, I done ran up a whole lot
Yeah, I don't want to twat just talk Yeah, goin' up a whole nother notch
Yeah, can't be stuck in one slot Yeah, I'm goin' up a whole nother notch
Lil' bro, just put a nigga on Fox Damn, a rock feel outta my watch
I ain't get mad, I just switch that clock I treat a bad bitch like a thot
What you do?
Burn her head, pull another lot
Water on, water rockin' ice on the yacht Bought a trap house and it came with a pot
It got me in trouble like some bad-ass chillin' Did they really give me 80K for 30 minutes?
And can't nobody tell me how to spend it?
Bitch, send it to the hood, let them flip it in the trenches
She want me to love on her, no way Ain't Jose, I don't do what the hoes say
HD, blue-ray, clear shit, what they mean?
Damage on me, lil' 4K
Married to the money, for better or worse But nah, I ain't walk down no aisle
Dead lil' nigga fucked up, he a walk a nigga down with a Kool-Aid smile
Y'all said they spent all their K on a necklace I'm flexin', look close and you see your reflection
She a lil' gangsta, I like her complexion She get so wet, it then bust like confetti
If I don't do nothin', then money, I get it Uh-oh, they got me in trouble
Started off small, now they payin' me double Yeah, he can drip-trip, baby, like mustard, yeah
Uh-oh, you better not trust him Rotate him, all these hoes don't shuffle
Money thing got a whole M in her duffle Bitch got a nurse, said she don't like rubs
She don't know that I know, she be fuckin' my brother, bitch
I ain't goin' out like no sucker, yeah West coast smokin' on gushin', yeah
Cartier white shit bussin', yeah I done ran up a whole lot, yeah
I don't want the twat just talk, yeah Goin' up a whole nother notch, yeah
Can't be stuck in one slot, yeah _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Yeah, he can drip-trip, baby, like mustard Yeah, uh oh, you better not trust him
Rotate him, all these hoes don't shuffle Money thing got a whole M in her duffel
Bitch got a nerve, say she don't like rubs She don't know that I know, she be fuckin'
my brother Bitch, I ain't goin' out like no sucker
Yeah, West Coast smokin' on gushers Yeah, Cartier watch it, bust it
Yeah, I done ran up a whole lot Yeah, I don't want to twat just talk
Yeah, goin' up a whole nother notch Yeah, can't be stuck in one slot
Left her hoes lost like a shark in the ghetto Elves on the wheel wave hello
Yeah, bitch probably mad I ain't ghetto La la la, I am not Carmelo
Word to the opp, they gon' drop better lay low
Ha, nah, I'm just playin', they can come out Runnin' up the money, I ain't never tryna run out
Yeah, police get behind me, I'ma burn out Smack, how you get it before it even come out?
Cash, how you make a million or drop?
Bad, check, how deep, dope, fast
My mama know I'm like a shing, got no swag [E] I don't stay with my mama, I've been in my bag
[Gm] Yeah, I got a nigga, fuck what I had Yeah, y'all niggas need to give me my swag
Go against me, get hashtag I ain't stuntin' that nigga, I'm a pass that
How you Jackie D or in your pants, man?
Roadrunnin', bringin' these bands back
You can take how you want it, I'm sayin' fast They done crumped me up, I was layin' back
On the way, they didn't give my sand back Hopped out on him with a chopstick
They done killed that boy with a hand strap You straight, they ain't give me no man's doubt
Uh-oh, the game in trouble Started out small, now they payin' me double
Yeah, he can drip, chip, baby, like mustard Yeah, uh-oh, you better not trust him
Rotate him, all these hoes on shuffle Money thing got a whole M in the duffel
Bitch got a nerve, say she don't like rub She don't know that I know, she be fuckin' my brother
Bitch, I ain't goin' out like no sucker Yeah, West Coast smokin' on Gusher
Yeah, Cartier watch, shit bussin' Yeah, I done ran up a whole lot
Yeah, I don't want to twat just talk Yeah, goin' up a whole nother notch
Yeah, can't be stuck in one slot Yeah, I'm goin' up a whole nother notch
Lil' bro, just put a nigga on Fox Damn, a rock feel outta my watch
I ain't get mad, I just switch that clock I treat a bad bitch like a thot
What you do?
Burn her head, pull another lot
Water on, water rockin' ice on the yacht Bought a trap house and it came with a pot
It got me in trouble like some bad-ass chillin' Did they really give me 80K for 30 minutes?
And can't nobody tell me how to spend it?
Bitch, send it to the hood, let them flip it in the trenches
She want me to love on her, no way Ain't Jose, I don't do what the hoes say
HD, blue-ray, clear shit, what they mean?
Damage on me, lil' 4K
Married to the money, for better or worse But nah, I ain't walk down no aisle
Dead lil' nigga fucked up, he a walk a nigga down with a Kool-Aid smile
Y'all said they spent all their K on a necklace I'm flexin', look close and you see your reflection
She a lil' gangsta, I like her complexion She get so wet, it then bust like confetti
If I don't do nothin', then money, I get it Uh-oh, they got me in trouble
Started off small, now they payin' me double Yeah, he can drip-trip, baby, like mustard, yeah
Uh-oh, you better not trust him Rotate him, all these hoes don't shuffle
Money thing got a whole M in her duffle Bitch got a nurse, said she don't like rubs
She don't know that I know, she be fuckin' my brother, bitch
I ain't goin' out like no sucker, yeah West coast smokin' on gushin', yeah
Cartier white shit bussin', yeah I done ran up a whole lot, yeah
I don't want the twat just talk, yeah Goin' up a whole nother notch, yeah
Can't be stuck in one slot, yeah _ _ _ _
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