Top Back Chords by T.I
Tempo:
160.15 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
G
Gm
Bb
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Creme de la creme homie
Top shelf, you know, I like my beat down low down low down low down low down low down low I
[Gm] [D] [Eb]
[Gm]
[G]
Don't get angry, I'm setting the whole plot [Gm] down
[D] I like my top lit, I like my top lit
Here comes trouble homie
I'ma tell you how the king [C] like to ride on one
[G] I like my beat down low
And my top lit, you see me ride 24
[Gm] With a choppin' holla, yeah [Eb] like your kin would
And your top lit, if you're real sick
And [Bb] your window clean, I [G] like my beat down low
And my top lit, you see me ride 24
[Gm] With a choppin' holla, yeah [Eb] like your kin would
And your top lit, if you're real sick
And [Dm] your window clean, I [G] like my beat down low
I'm a man in my city, ain't nobody fuckin' with me
You can ask the real niggas and all the bad bitches
[Eb] I'm a known drug dealer, I always have pictures
And the thugs and the killers, [Dm] that's all they classed with me
[G] Since it's on 2060, watchin' some television
Shawty I'm never slippin', got the Beretta in dishing
[Eb] Ready to pop your clippin', ready to keep you trippin'
Ready to show these folks you're [C] a celebrity
Girls from the belt, [G] stolen automobile, the roof and the tag missing
Police is tryin' to pursue me, it's nothin' but gas hittin'
[Eb] Addicted to fast licks, just from one of my dad's trillin'
Think I'm bad now, you should've [G] seen me before I had Trillin'
Addicted to your daddy, daughter, and dad, I had Trillin'
Hope you got some insurance, cause Delta has some gurney
[Eb] Killer in Mississippi, and drive fast to Missouri
Step out wet, paint drippin' [Bb] while I'm with the grain grippin'
I [G] like my beat down low, and my top lit, you see me ride 24
When [Gm] I shop in Hollaback, [Eb] like a Kenwood, and your top lit back
If you're real sick, [Bb] and you're with a bitch black
I [G] like my beat down low, and my top lit, you see me ride 24
[Gm] When I shop in Hollaback, [Eb] like a Kenwood, and your top lit back
If you're real sick, and you're [Gm] with a bitch black
[G] This Pimp Squad, bitch, I know you heard about
Young niggas still the rich and lean, word boutin'
[Eb] On this block, got touch, in God I trust
If a fuckin' nigga start, [C] then his heart I bust
[G] Fuckin' partners in the broad, then your car bump dust
With your underestimation, start a star witness
I [Eb] got the heart in the dust, on this turf I blow
Move ten bricks, stay there, [Bb] tryna twerk five more
[G] See the Cadillacs, workin' down Hollywood Road
All the flyers, spread crack, like fuckin' Hollywood hoes
[Eb] On a pill and a hand, with my partner Young Trope
Puppet goodie, Mars, [C] old food, I'm a [G] pro
Motherfuckers, old news, told you's I'm a pro
With a loaded Polo, gotta pour the brick a blow
[Eb] Hey, nigga, don't you hit me, unless you buy a 6 or more
My 24, blaze, BC, [C] MI-808, I [G] like my P-Flo
In my top lit, you see me ride 24
[Gm] When I shop in Hollaback, [Eb] like a Kenwood, and your top lit back
If you're real sick, [Bb] and you're with a bitch black
I [Gm] like my P [G]-Flo in my top lit, you see me ride 24
When I shop in Hollaback, [Eb] like a Kenwood, and your top lit back
If you're real sick, [C] and you're with a bitch [Gm] black
I wear the [G] crown down under, man, somebody better tell em
For I've spent a hundred rounds of hell, everybody better
I [Eb] got some bitches in the beds, and my partner's in the shed
And I'll be ridin' [F] Giovanni's, and the sign is, don't call that a [G] bitch
If you ever think of tryna run up on me, just to get it
You're clippin' the chopper, long as your leg in the lead
Straight up, [Eb] plus the way in the truck, and my knife on the truck
You think he ain't gettin' stuck, [F] you gotta like, fuck off
[G] A couple stitches in your hip, I'll have your knife, fuck off
When he live, when he die, I guess he might look, bro
[Eb] Meanwhile, I'm racin' my Ferrari like the light 4
Parkin' his [Cm] Lamborghini, Guarados, every time I get [G] a car
I like my P-Flo in my top lit, you see me ride 24
When I shop in Hollaback, [Eb] like a Kenwood, and your top lit back
If you're real sick, [Dm] and you're with a bitch black
[G] I like my P-Flo in my top lit, you see me ride 24
When I shop [Gm] in Hollaback, like [Eb] a Kenwood, and your top lit back
If you're real sick, [Bb] and you're with a bitch [G] black
[Gm] [Eb]
[Bb] [Gm]
Top shelf, you know, I like my beat down low down low down low down low down low down low I
[Gm] [D] [Eb]
[Gm]
[G]
Don't get angry, I'm setting the whole plot [Gm] down
[D] I like my top lit, I like my top lit
Here comes trouble homie
I'ma tell you how the king [C] like to ride on one
[G] I like my beat down low
And my top lit, you see me ride 24
[Gm] With a choppin' holla, yeah [Eb] like your kin would
And your top lit, if you're real sick
And [Bb] your window clean, I [G] like my beat down low
And my top lit, you see me ride 24
[Gm] With a choppin' holla, yeah [Eb] like your kin would
And your top lit, if you're real sick
And [Dm] your window clean, I [G] like my beat down low
I'm a man in my city, ain't nobody fuckin' with me
You can ask the real niggas and all the bad bitches
[Eb] I'm a known drug dealer, I always have pictures
And the thugs and the killers, [Dm] that's all they classed with me
[G] Since it's on 2060, watchin' some television
Shawty I'm never slippin', got the Beretta in dishing
[Eb] Ready to pop your clippin', ready to keep you trippin'
Ready to show these folks you're [C] a celebrity
Girls from the belt, [G] stolen automobile, the roof and the tag missing
Police is tryin' to pursue me, it's nothin' but gas hittin'
[Eb] Addicted to fast licks, just from one of my dad's trillin'
Think I'm bad now, you should've [G] seen me before I had Trillin'
Addicted to your daddy, daughter, and dad, I had Trillin'
Hope you got some insurance, cause Delta has some gurney
[Eb] Killer in Mississippi, and drive fast to Missouri
Step out wet, paint drippin' [Bb] while I'm with the grain grippin'
I [G] like my beat down low, and my top lit, you see me ride 24
When [Gm] I shop in Hollaback, [Eb] like a Kenwood, and your top lit back
If you're real sick, [Bb] and you're with a bitch black
I [G] like my beat down low, and my top lit, you see me ride 24
[Gm] When I shop in Hollaback, [Eb] like a Kenwood, and your top lit back
If you're real sick, and you're [Gm] with a bitch black
[G] This Pimp Squad, bitch, I know you heard about
Young niggas still the rich and lean, word boutin'
[Eb] On this block, got touch, in God I trust
If a fuckin' nigga start, [C] then his heart I bust
[G] Fuckin' partners in the broad, then your car bump dust
With your underestimation, start a star witness
I [Eb] got the heart in the dust, on this turf I blow
Move ten bricks, stay there, [Bb] tryna twerk five more
[G] See the Cadillacs, workin' down Hollywood Road
All the flyers, spread crack, like fuckin' Hollywood hoes
[Eb] On a pill and a hand, with my partner Young Trope
Puppet goodie, Mars, [C] old food, I'm a [G] pro
Motherfuckers, old news, told you's I'm a pro
With a loaded Polo, gotta pour the brick a blow
[Eb] Hey, nigga, don't you hit me, unless you buy a 6 or more
My 24, blaze, BC, [C] MI-808, I [G] like my P-Flo
In my top lit, you see me ride 24
[Gm] When I shop in Hollaback, [Eb] like a Kenwood, and your top lit back
If you're real sick, [Bb] and you're with a bitch black
I [Gm] like my P [G]-Flo in my top lit, you see me ride 24
When I shop in Hollaback, [Eb] like a Kenwood, and your top lit back
If you're real sick, [C] and you're with a bitch [Gm] black
I wear the [G] crown down under, man, somebody better tell em
For I've spent a hundred rounds of hell, everybody better
I [Eb] got some bitches in the beds, and my partner's in the shed
And I'll be ridin' [F] Giovanni's, and the sign is, don't call that a [G] bitch
If you ever think of tryna run up on me, just to get it
You're clippin' the chopper, long as your leg in the lead
Straight up, [Eb] plus the way in the truck, and my knife on the truck
You think he ain't gettin' stuck, [F] you gotta like, fuck off
[G] A couple stitches in your hip, I'll have your knife, fuck off
When he live, when he die, I guess he might look, bro
[Eb] Meanwhile, I'm racin' my Ferrari like the light 4
Parkin' his [Cm] Lamborghini, Guarados, every time I get [G] a car
I like my P-Flo in my top lit, you see me ride 24
When I shop in Hollaback, [Eb] like a Kenwood, and your top lit back
If you're real sick, [Dm] and you're with a bitch black
[G] I like my P-Flo in my top lit, you see me ride 24
When I shop [Gm] in Hollaback, like [Eb] a Kenwood, and your top lit back
If you're real sick, [Bb] and you're with a bitch [G] black
[Gm] [Eb]
[Bb] [Gm]
Key:
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Gm
_ Creme de la creme homie _
Top shelf, you know, I like my beat down low down low down low down low down low down low _ I _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G]
Don't get angry, I'm setting the whole plot [Gm] down
_ [D] I like my top lit, I like my top lit
Here comes trouble homie
_ I'ma tell you how the king [C] like to ride on one
_ [G] I like my beat down low
And my top lit, you see me ride 24
[Gm] With a choppin' holla, yeah [Eb] like your kin would
And your top lit, if you're real sick
And [Bb] your window clean, I [G] like my beat down low
And my top lit, you see me ride 24
[Gm] With a choppin' holla, yeah [Eb] like your kin would
And your top lit, if you're real sick
And [Dm] your window clean, I [G] like my beat down low
I'm a man in my city, ain't nobody fuckin' with me
You can ask the real niggas and all the bad bitches
[Eb] I'm a known drug dealer, I always have pictures
And the thugs and the killers, [Dm] that's all they classed with me
[G] Since it's on 2060, watchin' some television
Shawty I'm never slippin', got the Beretta in dishing
[Eb] Ready to pop your clippin', ready to keep you trippin'
Ready to show these folks you're [C] a celebrity
Girls from the belt, [G] stolen automobile, the roof and the tag missing
Police is tryin' to pursue me, it's nothin' but gas hittin'
[Eb] Addicted to fast licks, just from one of my dad's trillin'
Think I'm bad now, you should've [G] seen me before I had Trillin'
Addicted to your daddy, daughter, and dad, I had Trillin'
Hope you got some insurance, cause Delta has some gurney
[Eb] Killer in Mississippi, and drive fast to Missouri
Step out wet, paint drippin' [Bb] while I'm with the grain grippin'
I [G] like my beat down low, and my top lit, you see me ride 24
When [Gm] I shop in Hollaback, [Eb] like a Kenwood, and your top lit back
If you're real sick, [Bb] and you're with a bitch black
I [G] like my beat down low, and my top lit, you see me ride 24
[Gm] When I shop in Hollaback, [Eb] like a Kenwood, and your top lit back
If you're real sick, and you're [Gm] with a bitch black
[G] This Pimp Squad, bitch, I know you heard about
Young niggas still the rich and lean, word boutin'
[Eb] On this block, got touch, in God I trust
If a fuckin' nigga start, [C] then his heart I bust
[G] Fuckin' partners in the broad, then your car bump dust
With your _ underestimation, start a star witness
I [Eb] got the heart in the dust, on this turf I blow
Move ten bricks, stay there, [Bb] tryna twerk five more
[G] See the Cadillacs, workin' down Hollywood Road
All the flyers, spread crack, like fuckin' Hollywood hoes
[Eb] On a pill and a hand, with my partner Young Trope
Puppet goodie, Mars, [C] old food, I'm a [G] pro
Motherfuckers, old news, told you's I'm a pro
With a loaded Polo, gotta pour the brick a blow
[Eb] Hey, nigga, don't you hit me, unless you buy a 6 or more
My 24, blaze, BC, [C] MI-808, I [G] like my P-Flo
In my top lit, you see me ride 24
[Gm] When I shop in Hollaback, [Eb] like a Kenwood, and your top lit back
If you're real sick, [Bb] and you're with a bitch black
I [Gm] like my P [G]-Flo in my top lit, you see me ride 24
When I shop in Hollaback, [Eb] like a Kenwood, and your top lit back
If you're real sick, [C] and you're with a bitch [Gm] black
I wear the [G] crown down under, man, somebody better tell em
For I've spent a hundred rounds of hell, everybody better
I [Eb] got some bitches in the beds, and my partner's in the shed
And I'll be ridin' _ [F] Giovanni's, and the sign is, don't call that a [G] bitch
If you ever think of tryna run up on me, just to get it
You're clippin' the chopper, long as your leg in the lead
Straight up, [Eb] plus the way in the truck, and my knife on the truck
You think he ain't gettin' stuck, [F] you gotta like, fuck off
[G] A couple stitches in your hip, I'll have your knife, fuck off
When he live, when he die, I guess he might look, bro
[Eb] Meanwhile, I'm racin' my Ferrari like the light 4
Parkin' his [Cm] Lamborghini, Guarados, every time I get [G] a car
I like my P-Flo in my top lit, you see me ride 24
When I shop in Hollaback, [Eb] like a Kenwood, and your top lit back
If you're real sick, [Dm] and you're with a bitch black
[G] I like my P-Flo in my top lit, you see me ride 24
When I shop [Gm] in Hollaback, like [Eb] a Kenwood, and your top lit back
If you're real sick, [Bb] and you're with a bitch [G] black _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
Top shelf, you know, I like my beat down low down low down low down low down low down low _ I _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gm] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G]
Don't get angry, I'm setting the whole plot [Gm] down
_ [D] I like my top lit, I like my top lit
Here comes trouble homie
_ I'ma tell you how the king [C] like to ride on one
_ [G] I like my beat down low
And my top lit, you see me ride 24
[Gm] With a choppin' holla, yeah [Eb] like your kin would
And your top lit, if you're real sick
And [Bb] your window clean, I [G] like my beat down low
And my top lit, you see me ride 24
[Gm] With a choppin' holla, yeah [Eb] like your kin would
And your top lit, if you're real sick
And [Dm] your window clean, I [G] like my beat down low
I'm a man in my city, ain't nobody fuckin' with me
You can ask the real niggas and all the bad bitches
[Eb] I'm a known drug dealer, I always have pictures
And the thugs and the killers, [Dm] that's all they classed with me
[G] Since it's on 2060, watchin' some television
Shawty I'm never slippin', got the Beretta in dishing
[Eb] Ready to pop your clippin', ready to keep you trippin'
Ready to show these folks you're [C] a celebrity
Girls from the belt, [G] stolen automobile, the roof and the tag missing
Police is tryin' to pursue me, it's nothin' but gas hittin'
[Eb] Addicted to fast licks, just from one of my dad's trillin'
Think I'm bad now, you should've [G] seen me before I had Trillin'
Addicted to your daddy, daughter, and dad, I had Trillin'
Hope you got some insurance, cause Delta has some gurney
[Eb] Killer in Mississippi, and drive fast to Missouri
Step out wet, paint drippin' [Bb] while I'm with the grain grippin'
I [G] like my beat down low, and my top lit, you see me ride 24
When [Gm] I shop in Hollaback, [Eb] like a Kenwood, and your top lit back
If you're real sick, [Bb] and you're with a bitch black
I [G] like my beat down low, and my top lit, you see me ride 24
[Gm] When I shop in Hollaback, [Eb] like a Kenwood, and your top lit back
If you're real sick, and you're [Gm] with a bitch black
[G] This Pimp Squad, bitch, I know you heard about
Young niggas still the rich and lean, word boutin'
[Eb] On this block, got touch, in God I trust
If a fuckin' nigga start, [C] then his heart I bust
[G] Fuckin' partners in the broad, then your car bump dust
With your _ underestimation, start a star witness
I [Eb] got the heart in the dust, on this turf I blow
Move ten bricks, stay there, [Bb] tryna twerk five more
[G] See the Cadillacs, workin' down Hollywood Road
All the flyers, spread crack, like fuckin' Hollywood hoes
[Eb] On a pill and a hand, with my partner Young Trope
Puppet goodie, Mars, [C] old food, I'm a [G] pro
Motherfuckers, old news, told you's I'm a pro
With a loaded Polo, gotta pour the brick a blow
[Eb] Hey, nigga, don't you hit me, unless you buy a 6 or more
My 24, blaze, BC, [C] MI-808, I [G] like my P-Flo
In my top lit, you see me ride 24
[Gm] When I shop in Hollaback, [Eb] like a Kenwood, and your top lit back
If you're real sick, [Bb] and you're with a bitch black
I [Gm] like my P [G]-Flo in my top lit, you see me ride 24
When I shop in Hollaback, [Eb] like a Kenwood, and your top lit back
If you're real sick, [C] and you're with a bitch [Gm] black
I wear the [G] crown down under, man, somebody better tell em
For I've spent a hundred rounds of hell, everybody better
I [Eb] got some bitches in the beds, and my partner's in the shed
And I'll be ridin' _ [F] Giovanni's, and the sign is, don't call that a [G] bitch
If you ever think of tryna run up on me, just to get it
You're clippin' the chopper, long as your leg in the lead
Straight up, [Eb] plus the way in the truck, and my knife on the truck
You think he ain't gettin' stuck, [F] you gotta like, fuck off
[G] A couple stitches in your hip, I'll have your knife, fuck off
When he live, when he die, I guess he might look, bro
[Eb] Meanwhile, I'm racin' my Ferrari like the light 4
Parkin' his [Cm] Lamborghini, Guarados, every time I get [G] a car
I like my P-Flo in my top lit, you see me ride 24
When I shop in Hollaback, [Eb] like a Kenwood, and your top lit back
If you're real sick, [Dm] and you're with a bitch black
[G] I like my P-Flo in my top lit, you see me ride 24
When I shop [Gm] in Hollaback, like [Eb] a Kenwood, and your top lit back
If you're real sick, [Bb] and you're with a bitch [G] black _ _ _
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[Gm] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
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[Bb] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _