Chords for MoneySign Suede - Trash Bag Boy (Official Music Video)

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[Dm] [F]
[Am] I need a blunt though [Em] for real, ayy.
[Dm]
I need a blunt.
[F]
[Em] [Dm]
[Am]
Ayy, bro, I'm a guy.
You know, like, signing.
[Dm]
[Am] Big ass, man.
What's up, nigga?
Why'd I do that [Dm] shit, man?
I run it up with these [B] gas packs.
I feel like [F] Santa with these trash bags.
I'm in my bag, I can show you how to stack [Am] rags.
When I sit down on the [A] road, she be in the [Dm] rags, bae.
I got it on my waist, you niggas got it in your [B] backpack.
I don't fake [Am] love and have the trash bag.
[F] I just got it in no Vans, I'm mad black.
[Am] I feel like Santa with these [Dm] trash bags.
Every morning on this gas bag, I pee.
They like, boy, you always [Am] make the wrong read.
I feel like everybody hate you, Lil' Key.
Ain't nobody help me get [Dm] back on my feet.
Ain't nobody care, so I don't care about your pee.
I'm a trash bag, boy, that's how you [Am] know me in the street.
My city where I'm from, we gon' serve at 13.
We gon' try to make a bag without [Dm] trying to make a scene.
I know that she is coming, these know me on the way.
You going to the top, they wanna [Am] see you in the grave.
If you don't use your gun, throw it away.
She a thot, she for the [Dm] team, she can't be saved.
I don't want love, I want money, so I hit the road.
You ain't really getting [Am] love, I'm on a different ball.
I just wanna fuck, I wanna love, we ain't getting close.
I put a mask and get a [Dm] bag, that's where I do it more.
I run it up with these [B] gas bags.
I feel like [F] Santa with these trash bags.
I'm in my bag, I can show you how to stack rags.
[Am] When I sit down on the [A] road, she be in the [Dm] rags, bae.
I got it on my waist, you niggas got it in your [B] backpack.
I don't fake love [Am] and have a [F] trash bag.
I just got it in no Vans, I'm mad black.
[C] I feel like Santa with these [Dm] trash bags.
Trash bag boys, we gon' pull up to your door.
I'm flexing, I [Am] remember I was poor.
Been smoking on these Gouverneur's packs and I want more.
This ankle monitor, it made me [Dm] miss all tour.
Aye, this cold water made us goomb.
I smoke a reminisce, [Am] RIP Big Gou.
From the S.A..V. to LA, we ain't smoking booze. I want my kids, but I be [Dm] rich when they let me lose. I got a big ass bag, I feel like Santa. Came out the county, so much [Am] money we done ran, though. And I got a big, big glamor. Fucking all these bitches, [Dm] they wanna fuck me all around, though. I ran it up with these gas packs. I feel like Santa [Am] with these trash bags. I'm in my bag, I can show you how to stack rags. When I sit down on the road, [Dm] she be in the rags, bae. I got it on my waist, you niggas got it in your [B] backpack. I don't fake love [F] and have a trash bag. I just got it in no Vans, I'm mad black. I [G] feel like Santa with these trash [Dm] bags. [Am] I'm [Dm] in my bag, [Am] [Dm]
[N] I can show you how to stack rags. When I sit down on the road, she be in the rags, bae.
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_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ [Am] I need a blunt though [Em] for real, ayy.
[Dm]
I need a blunt.
_ _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ [Dm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
_ Ayy, bro, I'm a guy.
You know, like, signing.
[Dm] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] Big ass, man.
_ What's up, nigga?
Why'd I do that [Dm] shit, man? _
I run it up with these [B] gas packs.
I feel like [F] Santa with these trash bags.
I'm in my bag, I can show you how to stack [Am] rags.
When I sit down on the [A] road, she be in the [Dm] rags, bae.
I got it on my waist, you niggas got it in your [B] backpack.
I don't fake [Am] love and have the trash bag.
[F] I just got it in no Vans, I'm mad black.
[Am] I feel like Santa with these [Dm] trash bags.
Every morning on this gas bag, I pee.
They like, boy, you always [Am] make the wrong read.
I feel like everybody hate you, Lil' Key.
Ain't nobody help me get [Dm] back on my feet.
Ain't nobody care, so I don't care about your pee.
I'm a trash bag, boy, that's how you [Am] know me in the street.
My city where I'm from, we gon' serve at 13.
We gon' try to make a bag without [Dm] trying to make a scene.
I know that she is coming, these know me on the way.
You going to the top, they wanna [Am] see you in the grave.
If you don't use your gun, throw it away.
She a thot, she for the [Dm] team, she can't be saved.
I don't want love, I want money, so I hit the road.
You ain't really getting [Am] love, I'm on a different ball.
I just wanna fuck, I wanna love, we ain't getting close.
I put a mask and get a [Dm] bag, that's where I do it more.
I run it up with these [B] gas bags.
I feel like [F] Santa with these trash bags.
I'm in my bag, I can show you how to stack rags.
[Am] When I sit down on the [A] road, she be in the [Dm] rags, bae.
I got it on my waist, you niggas got it in your [B] backpack.
I don't fake love [Am] and have a [F] trash bag.
I just got it in no Vans, I'm mad black.
[C] I feel like Santa with these [Dm] trash bags.
Trash bag boys, we gon' pull up to your door.
I'm flexing, I [Am] remember I was poor.
Been smoking on these Gouverneur's packs and I want more.
This ankle monitor, it made me [Dm] miss all tour.
Aye, this cold water made us goomb.
I smoke a reminisce, [Am] RIP Big Gou.
From the S.A..V. to LA, we ain't smoking booze. I want my kids, but I be [Dm] rich when they let me lose. I got a big ass bag, I feel like Santa. Came out the county, so much [Am] money we done ran, though. And I got a big, big glamor. Fucking all these bitches, [Dm] they wanna fuck me all around, though. I ran it up with these gas packs. I feel like Santa [Am] with these trash bags. I'm in my bag, I can show you how to stack rags. When I sit down on the road, [Dm] she be in the rags, bae. I got it on my waist, you niggas got it in your [B] backpack. I don't fake love [F] and have a trash bag. I just got it in no Vans, I'm mad black. I [G] feel like Santa with these trash [Dm] bags. _ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] I'm _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] in my _ bag, _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ _ I can show you how _ _ _ _ _ _ to stack rags. When I sit down on the road, she be in the rags, bae.