Chords for Rick Ross - "Pots & Pans" feat J-Rock

[G#] _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
[C#] Yeah!
_ _ _ This is what I'm talking about right here.
[G#m] Yeah.
_ [F#] This make this shit worthwhile to me [C#] man.
_ _ _ For you to see.
Yeah.
[B] All I [G#] need is baking soda, [F#] some hot champagne.
[E] Little eyes, I'll do what [C#] I can.
Chick at home say I'm no good.
But when I'm [B] out there.
All I [G#] need is baking soda, [F#] some hot champagne.
Little [C#] eyes, I'll do what I can.
Chick at home say I'm no good.
But when I'm out there.
[B] _ _ _ [F#] What started as a nickel rock took 22 [D#] months.
Now I'm trying to get [C#] a block.
Fuck football, I'm going down another path.
Couldn't pass the test of teletruth, I couldn't fuck with [G#] NAV.
Did get a [F#] scholarship, but I blew that.
Got high, got a ticket and I flew [C#] back.
To the hell zone.
Most stripes then 20 shell [G#m] toes.
Get life on your cell phone.
Quarter key [F#] box of soda, Ross whipped that.
[C#] Career criminal for sure, Ross nicked that.
Had to put my pants up.
Go and get them brands up.
Daddy died from cancer.
I never had the chance [G#] to tell him all my plans [F#] to.
Let a fucker dance up.
Smoking weed in [A] Amster.
Damn with his [C#] grandson.
Why he pass homie?
My last homie.
I went and bought [B] a bird.
Fuck I want some [G#] cash homie.
Vegas soda, [F#] some hot champagne.
[E] Little eyes [B] I'll do what I can.
[C#] Chick at home saying I'm no good.
When the fuck am I [B] gonna get her out the hood?
[G#] Vegas soda, [F#] some hot champagne.
[E] Little eyes [C#] I'll do what I can.
Chick at home saying I'm no good.
When the fuck am I gonna [B] get her out the hood?
[G#m] I [F#] never wrote a nigga [E] coattail.
Mayor took a joke [C#] cell.
Fuck it nigga, Oatwell smoking on that.
Rolling in that Lack of Mind.
You know my mind stay numb to the world.
Half the time thinking [F#] about Rand Rover.
Damn that was [B] fucked up.
Found him in the trunk with another dude.
[C#] Fucked up.
The world fucked up.
That's why I'm fucked up.
Don't get fucked up.
Fuck with me, you're [B] fucked up.
Bitch I'm a ride.
[A] Bitch I'm a die.
When I holla [C#] 305.
Bitch that's on my line.
Got a 40 in the car.
[A] A chopper in the crib.
The grenade's down the street.
[C#] You gotta get it how you live.
I know [F#m] niggas turn one into [A] two.
And they do what they do.
And boy them [C#] things move.
Fish scale get the big male.
In a room full of work.
[B] Bitch that came with the N-Mill.
I need a baking soda.
Some hot champagne.
Little eyes I'll do what I can.
[C#] Chick at home saying I'm no good.
When the fuck am I gonna [B] get her out the hood?
I [G#] need a baking soda.
[F#] Some hot champagne.
[E] Little eyes [C#] I'll do what I can.
Chick at home saying I'm no good.
When the fuck am I [G#m] gonna get her out the hood?
_ [F#] It's time for me to cash in.
Laughing like [C#] Martin.
And the ass thin Martin.
When I park it, I can see your bitch heart beat.
So roll out the red carpet.
Roll up the purple [F#m] shit.
Black Navigator [B] float.
Gotta shut your fucking [D#] mouth.
Don't irritate the smoke.
Thinking [C#] of a greater way.
To build a greater flow.
I hope she got some great hair.
That's how I greater [G#m] hope.
White beamer in the hood.
Shining like [D#] a star.
Flip this hat with ego to the club.
And I'ma buy the [C#] bar.
Do it twice a week.
Fucking bitches on the other night.
Promise eat glass.
We'll never miss another [G#m] fight.
Hundred in the bag.
[B] Five birds I'ma grab.
Turn them into eight.
[D#m] Kick me a clean [C#] half.
Baking soda in the work.
Works wonderful.
[B] You see your dreams come true.
This I promise you.
I need a baking soda.
Some hot champagne.
Little [C#] eyes I'll do what I can.
Chick at home say I'm no good.
When the fuck am I [G#m] together?
Out the hood.
I need a baking soda.
[F#] Some hot champagne.
Little eyes [C#] I'll do what I can.
Chick at home say I'm no good.
When the fuck am I [B] together?
Out the hood.
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