Chords for Lucki Eck$ - Count On Me II
Tempo:
62.1 bpm
Chords used:
Bm
G
D
Em
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Bm]
[Em] [G]
[Bm]
[G] [Bm] I'm everybody's favorite plug, well no me, they [D] out the side cause got clients that's on probation
Say the drugs too good [Bm] to drop it, that's they problem, yeah that's they problem
I keep them hooked and hungover, I'm the drug dealing closet
They short with cash and beg for soft passes, they [D] ain't lobbin'
They love me, they quit and come right back, they [Bm] breath foggin'
Better stop it, they better stop it
Cause if they leave I get [D] the better cheese hair like Aaron [G] Rodgers
Check my posture, I'm too straight to get robbed or caught by the [Bm] cops
So all these send me up, snitchin' on me, rumors, bad to [G] stop if pockets wet enough
I can't clean the job up with druggy [Em] mops, know I'm no goofy
No pushing me around my buggy [G] lock, uh
I probably come off as selfish and no [E] see, but this my show
They buy the tickets, I give them the [G] nosebleeds and shit
Long as they keep coppin' and tellin' they [Em] homies
I'm like a desk in math class, they can count on [G] me, uh
So it's real, the streets talkin', huh?
[F#] The whole town on me
[D#] As long as they know I don't do [G] handouts, yeah
They can count on me
Yo, so they can count on me
Yo, they can count on [F#] me
As long as they know I don't do handouts
They can count on [Bm] me
So that one black bitch, she be the addiction
Pray for a [D] relapse, got offended by the first count on me
And then went to [Bm] rehab, that's my fault, she say you tweakin'
People shouldn't know what I'm [D] into, I'm your patient anyway
Thought our sessions were [Bm] confidential
Fuck that bitch, know I'm servin' if you [D] call
But anyways, I'm back to movin' in packs like U [Bm]-Hauls
Matter of fact, think the junkies love me
Just as much as packs, it's probably [D] that
Drug is keepin' rollin', pray they never [G] crab, uh
And if they nice, 12 for 32 like [Bm] rulers
That's why I gotta keep [E] my eyes open like pervs and [G] hoolers
No tricks up they sleeves, I give them vests, don't let them fool [Em] ya
They gotta learn to count on me like grade [G] schoolers, uh
And if they nice, 12 for 32 like [Bm] rulers
That's why I gotta [E] keep my eyes open like pervs and [G] hoolers
No tricks up they sleeves, I give them vests, don't let them [Em] fool ya
The first one didn't get to them, so I part to [G] them, uh
[B] So it's real, the streets [C#] talkin', huh
[F#] Sold the whole town on me
As [D#] long as they know I don't do [F#] handouts
Yeah, [G] and they can count on me
They can count on me, I'm [Bm] not saying it's easy
I'm a part of the world, so I'm a dingo
Swing like a movie, uh
[E] Just let it play out
It's kinda like, [Bm] uh, funky
Yeah, just let it play out
[D] [Bm] [G] [D] [Bm]
[D] [Bm]
[Em] [G]
[Bm]
[G] [Bm] I'm everybody's favorite plug, well no me, they [D] out the side cause got clients that's on probation
Say the drugs too good [Bm] to drop it, that's they problem, yeah that's they problem
I keep them hooked and hungover, I'm the drug dealing closet
They short with cash and beg for soft passes, they [D] ain't lobbin'
They love me, they quit and come right back, they [Bm] breath foggin'
Better stop it, they better stop it
Cause if they leave I get [D] the better cheese hair like Aaron [G] Rodgers
Check my posture, I'm too straight to get robbed or caught by the [Bm] cops
So all these send me up, snitchin' on me, rumors, bad to [G] stop if pockets wet enough
I can't clean the job up with druggy [Em] mops, know I'm no goofy
No pushing me around my buggy [G] lock, uh
I probably come off as selfish and no [E] see, but this my show
They buy the tickets, I give them the [G] nosebleeds and shit
Long as they keep coppin' and tellin' they [Em] homies
I'm like a desk in math class, they can count on [G] me, uh
So it's real, the streets talkin', huh?
[F#] The whole town on me
[D#] As long as they know I don't do [G] handouts, yeah
They can count on me
Yo, so they can count on me
Yo, they can count on [F#] me
As long as they know I don't do handouts
They can count on [Bm] me
So that one black bitch, she be the addiction
Pray for a [D] relapse, got offended by the first count on me
And then went to [Bm] rehab, that's my fault, she say you tweakin'
People shouldn't know what I'm [D] into, I'm your patient anyway
Thought our sessions were [Bm] confidential
Fuck that bitch, know I'm servin' if you [D] call
But anyways, I'm back to movin' in packs like U [Bm]-Hauls
Matter of fact, think the junkies love me
Just as much as packs, it's probably [D] that
Drug is keepin' rollin', pray they never [G] crab, uh
And if they nice, 12 for 32 like [Bm] rulers
That's why I gotta keep [E] my eyes open like pervs and [G] hoolers
No tricks up they sleeves, I give them vests, don't let them fool [Em] ya
They gotta learn to count on me like grade [G] schoolers, uh
And if they nice, 12 for 32 like [Bm] rulers
That's why I gotta [E] keep my eyes open like pervs and [G] hoolers
No tricks up they sleeves, I give them vests, don't let them [Em] fool ya
The first one didn't get to them, so I part to [G] them, uh
[B] So it's real, the streets [C#] talkin', huh
[F#] Sold the whole town on me
As [D#] long as they know I don't do [F#] handouts
Yeah, [G] and they can count on me
They can count on me, I'm [Bm] not saying it's easy
I'm a part of the world, so I'm a dingo
Swing like a movie, uh
[E] Just let it play out
It's kinda like, [Bm] uh, funky
Yeah, just let it play out
[D] [Bm] [G] [D] [Bm]
[D] [Bm]
Key:
Bm
G
D
Em
E
Bm
G
D
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [Bm] I'm everybody's favorite plug, well no me, they [D] out the side cause got clients that's on probation
Say the drugs too good [Bm] to drop it, that's they problem, yeah that's they problem
I keep them hooked and hungover, I'm the drug dealing closet
They short with cash and beg for soft passes, they [D] ain't lobbin'
They love me, they quit and come right back, they [Bm] breath foggin'
Better stop it, they better stop it
Cause if they leave I get [D] the better cheese hair like Aaron [G] Rodgers
Check my posture, I'm too straight to get robbed or caught by the [Bm] cops
So all these send me up, snitchin' on me, rumors, bad to [G] stop if pockets wet enough
I can't clean the job up with druggy [Em] mops, know I'm no goofy
No pushing me around my buggy [G] lock, uh
I probably come off as selfish and no [E] see, but this my show
They buy the tickets, I give them the [G] nosebleeds and shit
Long as they keep coppin' and tellin' they [Em] homies
I'm like a desk in math class, they can count on [G] me, uh
So it's real, the streets talkin', huh?
[F#] The whole town on me
[D#] As long as they know I don't do [G] handouts, yeah
They can count on me
Yo, so they can count on me
Yo, they can count on [F#] me
As long as they know I don't do handouts
They can count on [Bm] me
So that one black bitch, she be the addiction
Pray for a [D] relapse, got offended by the first count on me
And then went to [Bm] rehab, that's my fault, she say you tweakin'
People shouldn't know what I'm [D] into, I'm your patient anyway
Thought our sessions were [Bm] confidential
Fuck that bitch, know I'm servin' if you [D] call
But anyways, I'm back to movin' in packs like U [Bm]-Hauls
Matter of fact, think the junkies love me
Just as much as packs, it's probably [D] that
Drug is keepin' rollin', pray they never [G] crab, uh
And if they nice, 12 for 32 like [Bm] rulers
That's why I gotta keep [E] my eyes open like pervs and [G] hoolers
No tricks up they sleeves, I give them vests, don't let them fool [Em] ya
They gotta learn to count on me like grade [G] schoolers, uh
And if they nice, 12 for 32 like [Bm] rulers
That's why I gotta [E] keep my eyes open like pervs and [G] hoolers
No tricks up they sleeves, I give them vests, don't let them [Em] fool ya
The first one didn't get to them, so I part to [G] them, uh
[B] So it's real, the streets [C#] talkin', huh
[F#] Sold the whole town on me
As [D#] long as they know I don't do [F#] handouts
Yeah, [G] and they can count on me
They can count on me, I'm [Bm] not saying it's easy
I'm a part of the world, so I'm a dingo
Swing like a movie, uh
[E] Just let it play out
It's kinda like, [Bm] uh, funky
Yeah, just let it play out
[D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [Bm] I'm everybody's favorite plug, well no me, they [D] out the side cause got clients that's on probation
Say the drugs too good [Bm] to drop it, that's they problem, yeah that's they problem
I keep them hooked and hungover, I'm the drug dealing closet
They short with cash and beg for soft passes, they [D] ain't lobbin'
They love me, they quit and come right back, they [Bm] breath foggin'
Better stop it, they better stop it
Cause if they leave I get [D] the better cheese hair like Aaron [G] Rodgers
Check my posture, I'm too straight to get robbed or caught by the [Bm] cops
So all these send me up, snitchin' on me, rumors, bad to [G] stop if pockets wet enough
I can't clean the job up with druggy [Em] mops, know I'm no goofy
No pushing me around my buggy [G] lock, uh
I probably come off as selfish and no [E] see, but this my show
They buy the tickets, I give them the [G] nosebleeds and shit
Long as they keep coppin' and tellin' they [Em] homies
I'm like a desk in math class, they can count on [G] me, uh
So it's real, the streets talkin', huh?
[F#] The whole town on me
[D#] As long as they know I don't do [G] handouts, yeah
They can count on me
Yo, so they can count on me
Yo, they can count on [F#] me
As long as they know I don't do handouts
They can count on [Bm] me
So that one black bitch, she be the addiction
Pray for a [D] relapse, got offended by the first count on me
And then went to [Bm] rehab, that's my fault, she say you tweakin'
People shouldn't know what I'm [D] into, I'm your patient anyway
Thought our sessions were [Bm] confidential
Fuck that bitch, know I'm servin' if you [D] call
But anyways, I'm back to movin' in packs like U [Bm]-Hauls
Matter of fact, think the junkies love me
Just as much as packs, it's probably [D] that
Drug is keepin' rollin', pray they never [G] crab, uh
And if they nice, 12 for 32 like [Bm] rulers
That's why I gotta keep [E] my eyes open like pervs and [G] hoolers
No tricks up they sleeves, I give them vests, don't let them fool [Em] ya
They gotta learn to count on me like grade [G] schoolers, uh
And if they nice, 12 for 32 like [Bm] rulers
That's why I gotta [E] keep my eyes open like pervs and [G] hoolers
No tricks up they sleeves, I give them vests, don't let them [Em] fool ya
The first one didn't get to them, so I part to [G] them, uh
[B] So it's real, the streets [C#] talkin', huh
[F#] Sold the whole town on me
As [D#] long as they know I don't do [F#] handouts
Yeah, [G] and they can count on me
They can count on me, I'm [Bm] not saying it's easy
I'm a part of the world, so I'm a dingo
Swing like a movie, uh
[E] Just let it play out
It's kinda like, [Bm] uh, funky
Yeah, just let it play out
[D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _