Chords for Rod Wave - All Week (Official Music Video)
Tempo:
85.1 bpm
Chords used:
E
C#m
B
G#m
D#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
All right, we got this whole family out here.
This nigga, all came to be.
The only family in this bitch, baby.
Everybody got a ho, we come in this bitch.
Yeah, and the shit, yo.
[C#m] [G#m] Pipe [E] that shit up, TNT.
[B] [E] D major, baby.
Oh, dang it.
Too much on my brain, man, that pain run deep.
I'm on that drain, but can't get no relief.
For seven days, I been at it all week.
Chasing that chain from [C#m] my past, chasing me.
[E] Don't book me out, no, still can't bring my Glock in this bitch.
DJ, stop the beat, who [B] let her up in [E] this bitch?
Say, who hit the heat?
It's getting hot in this bitch.
I said, who hit the heat?
It's getting hot in this bitch.
Glock 21, 30 shots in my shit.
I'm on the highway with my J, he [B] gon' pop on [E] some shit.
Nigga, play, he get knocked out his socks in this bitch.
His name, RJ, call him MJ.
He trying to duck on a fella.
He keep 23 with him.
He screaming 2312.
I told [D#m] my lady [E] to be patient.
I'ma get my shit together on the road doing shows.
We on a whole [C#m] nother level.
Yeah, we're toe [E] butt sliding, pedal to the metal.
Staring out the window like I gotta do better.
Thinking about my kinfolks, wishing I can help them.
But I'm only one and already too much on my schedule.
Too much on my schedule.
I do what [C#m] I can do.
It be too much on my brain.
Wish I could live inside the booth.
I'm [B] in Atlanta [E] with my troops.
Let's go in and wreck the booth.
Don't just put another deuce.
I'm [F#] moving slowly [E] off the heat so I don't OD off the boots.
But it is what it is.
Thinking about my mama and kids.
Ain't like a [D#] bitch.
I [C#m] wasn't bottom [E] but surviving.
Fuck around and got rich.
Now I got a reason to live.
I'm living large.
You call garage with a house on a hill.
I told the shotty, tell me, Rod, I'ma lay off the [G#m] pills.
When [E] you come home, it gon' be on.
I'ma get you a dill.
I promise, dog, [C#m] it's only off the hill.
[E] Too much on my brain.
Man, that pain run big.
I'm on that drain but can't get no sleep.
For seven days, I been at it all week.
Chasing that change but my past chasing me.
Don't put me out, no, stroke can't break my clock in this bitch.
EJ stop to me, who [B] let her hop [E] in this bitch?
Say, who hit the heat?
It's getting hot in this bitch.
I said, who hit the heat?
It's getting hot in this bitch.
Glock 21, 30 shots in my shit.
30 shots in my shit, yeah.
30 shots in my shit, yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah, dawg.
Yeah, dawg.
I'll tell you something.
Yeah, dawg.
State the statement, you know what I'm saying?
Don't get this shit twisted, little fuck, you feel me?
This nigga, all came to be.
The only family in this bitch, baby.
Everybody got a ho, we come in this bitch.
Yeah, and the shit, yo.
[C#m] [G#m] Pipe [E] that shit up, TNT.
[B] [E] D major, baby.
Oh, dang it.
Too much on my brain, man, that pain run deep.
I'm on that drain, but can't get no relief.
For seven days, I been at it all week.
Chasing that chain from [C#m] my past, chasing me.
[E] Don't book me out, no, still can't bring my Glock in this bitch.
DJ, stop the beat, who [B] let her up in [E] this bitch?
Say, who hit the heat?
It's getting hot in this bitch.
I said, who hit the heat?
It's getting hot in this bitch.
Glock 21, 30 shots in my shit.
I'm on the highway with my J, he [B] gon' pop on [E] some shit.
Nigga, play, he get knocked out his socks in this bitch.
His name, RJ, call him MJ.
He trying to duck on a fella.
He keep 23 with him.
He screaming 2312.
I told [D#m] my lady [E] to be patient.
I'ma get my shit together on the road doing shows.
We on a whole [C#m] nother level.
Yeah, we're toe [E] butt sliding, pedal to the metal.
Staring out the window like I gotta do better.
Thinking about my kinfolks, wishing I can help them.
But I'm only one and already too much on my schedule.
Too much on my schedule.
I do what [C#m] I can do.
It be too much on my brain.
Wish I could live inside the booth.
I'm [B] in Atlanta [E] with my troops.
Let's go in and wreck the booth.
Don't just put another deuce.
I'm [F#] moving slowly [E] off the heat so I don't OD off the boots.
But it is what it is.
Thinking about my mama and kids.
Ain't like a [D#] bitch.
I [C#m] wasn't bottom [E] but surviving.
Fuck around and got rich.
Now I got a reason to live.
I'm living large.
You call garage with a house on a hill.
I told the shotty, tell me, Rod, I'ma lay off the [G#m] pills.
When [E] you come home, it gon' be on.
I'ma get you a dill.
I promise, dog, [C#m] it's only off the hill.
[E] Too much on my brain.
Man, that pain run big.
I'm on that drain but can't get no sleep.
For seven days, I been at it all week.
Chasing that change but my past chasing me.
Don't put me out, no, stroke can't break my clock in this bitch.
EJ stop to me, who [B] let her hop [E] in this bitch?
Say, who hit the heat?
It's getting hot in this bitch.
I said, who hit the heat?
It's getting hot in this bitch.
Glock 21, 30 shots in my shit.
30 shots in my shit, yeah.
30 shots in my shit, yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah, dawg.
Yeah, dawg.
I'll tell you something.
Yeah, dawg.
State the statement, you know what I'm saying?
Don't get this shit twisted, little fuck, you feel me?
Key:
E
C#m
B
G#m
D#m
E
C#m
B
All right, we got this whole family out here.
This nigga, all came to be.
The only family in this bitch, baby.
Everybody got a ho, we come in this bitch.
Yeah, and the shit, yo.
[C#m] [G#m] Pipe [E] _ _ that shit up, TNT.
_ _ [B] _ [E] D _ _ _ major, baby. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Oh, dang it.
_ Too much on my brain, man, that pain run deep.
I'm on that drain, but can't get no relief.
For seven days, I been at it all week.
Chasing that chain from [C#m] my past, chasing me.
[E] Don't book me out, no, still can't bring my Glock in this bitch.
DJ, stop the beat, who [B] let her up in [E] this bitch?
Say, who hit the heat?
It's getting hot in this bitch.
I said, who hit the heat?
It's getting hot in this bitch.
Glock 21, 30 shots in my shit.
I'm on the highway with my J, he [B] gon' pop on [E] some shit.
Nigga, play, he get knocked out his socks in this bitch.
_ His name, RJ, call him MJ.
He trying to duck on a fella.
He keep 23 with him.
He screaming 2312.
I told [D#m] my lady [E] to be patient.
I'ma get my shit together on the road doing shows.
We on a whole [C#m] nother level.
Yeah, we're toe [E] butt sliding, pedal to the metal.
Staring out the window like I gotta do better.
Thinking about my kinfolks, wishing I can help them.
But I'm only one and already too much on my schedule.
Too much on my schedule.
I do what [C#m] I can do.
It be too much on my brain.
Wish I could live inside the booth.
I'm [B] in Atlanta [E] with my troops.
Let's go in and wreck the booth.
Don't just put another deuce.
I'm [F#] moving slowly [E] off the heat so I don't OD off the boots.
But it is what it is.
Thinking about my mama and kids.
Ain't like a [D#] bitch.
I [C#m] wasn't bottom [E] but surviving.
Fuck around and got rich.
Now I got a reason to live.
I'm living large.
You call garage with a house on a hill.
I told the shotty, tell me, Rod, I'ma lay off the [G#m] pills.
When [E] you come home, it gon' be on.
I'ma get you a dill.
I promise, dog, [C#m] it's only off the hill.
[E] Too much on my brain.
Man, that pain run big.
I'm on that drain but can't get no sleep.
For seven days, I been at it all week.
Chasing that change but my past chasing me.
Don't put me out, no, stroke can't break my clock in this bitch.
EJ stop to me, who [B] let her hop [E] in this bitch?
Say, who hit the heat?
It's getting hot in this bitch.
I said, who hit the heat?
It's getting hot in this bitch.
Glock 21, 30 shots in my shit.
30 shots in my shit, yeah.
30 shots in my shit, yeah. _
Yeah.
Yeah, dawg.
Yeah, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ dawg.
I'll tell you something.
Yeah, dawg.
State the statement, you know what I'm saying?
Don't get this shit twisted, little fuck, you feel me? _ _ _ _ _ _
This nigga, all came to be.
The only family in this bitch, baby.
Everybody got a ho, we come in this bitch.
Yeah, and the shit, yo.
[C#m] [G#m] Pipe [E] _ _ that shit up, TNT.
_ _ [B] _ [E] D _ _ _ major, baby. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Oh, dang it.
_ Too much on my brain, man, that pain run deep.
I'm on that drain, but can't get no relief.
For seven days, I been at it all week.
Chasing that chain from [C#m] my past, chasing me.
[E] Don't book me out, no, still can't bring my Glock in this bitch.
DJ, stop the beat, who [B] let her up in [E] this bitch?
Say, who hit the heat?
It's getting hot in this bitch.
I said, who hit the heat?
It's getting hot in this bitch.
Glock 21, 30 shots in my shit.
I'm on the highway with my J, he [B] gon' pop on [E] some shit.
Nigga, play, he get knocked out his socks in this bitch.
_ His name, RJ, call him MJ.
He trying to duck on a fella.
He keep 23 with him.
He screaming 2312.
I told [D#m] my lady [E] to be patient.
I'ma get my shit together on the road doing shows.
We on a whole [C#m] nother level.
Yeah, we're toe [E] butt sliding, pedal to the metal.
Staring out the window like I gotta do better.
Thinking about my kinfolks, wishing I can help them.
But I'm only one and already too much on my schedule.
Too much on my schedule.
I do what [C#m] I can do.
It be too much on my brain.
Wish I could live inside the booth.
I'm [B] in Atlanta [E] with my troops.
Let's go in and wreck the booth.
Don't just put another deuce.
I'm [F#] moving slowly [E] off the heat so I don't OD off the boots.
But it is what it is.
Thinking about my mama and kids.
Ain't like a [D#] bitch.
I [C#m] wasn't bottom [E] but surviving.
Fuck around and got rich.
Now I got a reason to live.
I'm living large.
You call garage with a house on a hill.
I told the shotty, tell me, Rod, I'ma lay off the [G#m] pills.
When [E] you come home, it gon' be on.
I'ma get you a dill.
I promise, dog, [C#m] it's only off the hill.
[E] Too much on my brain.
Man, that pain run big.
I'm on that drain but can't get no sleep.
For seven days, I been at it all week.
Chasing that change but my past chasing me.
Don't put me out, no, stroke can't break my clock in this bitch.
EJ stop to me, who [B] let her hop [E] in this bitch?
Say, who hit the heat?
It's getting hot in this bitch.
I said, who hit the heat?
It's getting hot in this bitch.
Glock 21, 30 shots in my shit.
30 shots in my shit, yeah.
30 shots in my shit, yeah. _
Yeah.
Yeah, dawg.
Yeah, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ dawg.
I'll tell you something.
Yeah, dawg.
State the statement, you know what I'm saying?
Don't get this shit twisted, little fuck, you feel me? _ _ _ _ _ _