Chords for Tyler, The Creator - Smuckers x Lil Wayne and Kanye West [CDQ]

_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
[G#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ _ _ _ Money, money, money, [F#m] money, money ain't the motive
What's your name [D#] again?
Nobody knows it
Don't speak to [A#] me nigga, you not a pro [G] and I'm focused
_ [E] _ 2, 3, 4
_ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ They [F#] say I'm nutty, I'm picking bass
Little short of a sandwich with [C#] peanut butter
Boy, swapping's a [F#] fact and he's coming get me
Said [C] I suck him at the neck like [B] a hickey
Boy, I'm sick, [F#m] he like a HIV victim
Ain't nobody fucking with me
I got man from New Zealand, whitey called me a demon
[D#] And a terrorist, _ [D] goddammit, I couldn't believe it
[A] Been a kid from the country, I [F#] never fall, never tip
But you fucked [Bm] up as a man, your child, I am the nigger
I clearly don't give [F#m] a fuck, [C#] so you can run that shit [G#m] back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck [F#] your Snapchat
[Dm] Heard I'm the greatest [A#] fucking album since the days of [Bm] Sound
And that shit gon' [F#m] drop just like that nigga that was never [F#] around
Damn, got to drop, gas him up, dick [C#] exhaust
Young T, came [B] quick, hard to beat, [C] dick is soft
He ain't lying, he the [F#] truth, call him Simba, beast [D] of boots
Tyler, the creator, [F#m] slugging, easy juice
Put that fucking [C#] cow on my level, cause I'm raising the stakes
[G#m] Mama made you a promise, there's no more [C#] Section 8
And what we ate was the stakes, [E] now our section is great
Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas passing my plate, [F#m] yeah
Why, why, why, why don't [C#] they like _ me?
_ Cause Nike [Dm] gave a lot of niggas checks
[F#] But I'm the only nigga to [Bm] ever check Nike
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ [C#m] Richer than white people with black [C#] kids
Scariest [F#] than black people with _
[C] ideas
[F#] Nobody can tell me where I'm heading
[Bm] But I feel like Michael Jordan, [F#] Scottie Pippen at my wedding
[B] They say I'm crazy, but that's the best thing going [C#] for me
You can't lynch [D#] Marshawn or Tom Brady, throwing [C] to me
I made a million [A#] mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of [D] them
I believe you like a fat traitor [A#] taking a bite of [F#m] something
I want to turn the banks to playgrounds
Don't jump the [C#] Tupac, he asked me, are [F#] you still down?
Yeah my [C] nigga, it's on, it's [A#] on, it's on, it's on
I [Bm] know they call they white daughters, don't bring [C#] home Jerome
I [B] am the free nigga archetype, [C#] I am the light [B] and the beacon
You can ask the [A#m] deacon, [C] it's funny when you get extra [A#] money
[F#] Every [Bm] joke you tell just be extra [A#] funny
I mean, [G] you can even [C#m] dress extra bummy
Cocaine, [D#] baffled, break nose, extra [C#] rummy
And I gave [C] you all I got, you still want extra [F#m] from me
[Bm] Oxford on a full blown lecture [F#] from me
And the Lexus [B] pull up, [F] like hop, hop, [C#] hop, hop, good [E] stuff
_ [C#] Step back, [A#] hold up, my nigga, you suck, [C] hold up
_ _ [A] _ _ [F#] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I studied the proportions, the motions running out of Autobahn
Speed level, [Dm] had a drink with fear, [A#] and I was [F#] texting God
He [Bm] said I gave you a big [D] dick, so go extra hard _
[A] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ [G#m] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [A#m] _
_ Hold your fucking horses _ _
Niggas really [F#m] fucking thought that he lost it
Like I bet [A#m] it at an auction, been exhausted
I been working while y'all [F#m] still in broke smoke like broken exhaust tips _ Fucking losers
_ Hold your fucking ponies, my homie
I [F#m] whip your donkey by my lonely
I eat pussy like Shawnee, [A#m] yeah
It's Tunchi, homie, master of ceremonies
I [F#m] knock them down, diamond, no effect, no pepperoni, I swear
It's them GARP [Fm] boys, like them hot [Em] boys
For the 9-9 and 2000
But it's the 2000, [D#]
the 1-4, and the 1-5
Yo, what up, [F#m] Wang?
What up, [G] Slime, nigga, go [G#m] hard
Yeah, I'ma go [Bm] hard like before [A#m] Kane
Got too much [C#] drive, need like [F] 10 lanes
Life is a brawl, then she [A#m] get brain
That's that road hand, it's a dream call
Gotta [F#m] pull a tank of that same, yeah, I was born
That's [Fm] that 1-9-9-1
Another nigga like I, you [F#m] won't find one
Cause, nigga, I'm a god and [Fm] divine one
My trigger finger wise, but my line [F#m] dumb
Middle finger blind, so it's fuck A-N-Y [A#m]-1
Fuck skating, die, son, a hundred ways to die, [F#m] son
I'm staring at a trampoline, make my eye [Fm] jump
Use Adderall like a lung, clock swape my high [F#m] up
Stakes are high, well done, it prime cut
Eat up, [A#m] I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time come
She got hair [F#m] like Shanaynay and eyes like Wanda
_ [F#] _
Rainy bitches [A#m] ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy Bruddy
[F#] Yeah, we hitting models like Tony [C#m] Park, I be hitting [Fm] bottles
Bitch, I'm going harder than yellow cabbies [E] stopping for Lionel
_ [F#m] They be ducking us, nigga, shout out to Donald Sterling
Boy, let's [Fm] get a scrimmage and cut some [Em] niggas
I bring the clippers and a couple owners
That's kinda [F#] German, you bring the [D#] nooses
And a couple trees where the money growing
Get [F#] bodies burning cause I'm trying to [Am] hang
Like I'm Mr.
[G#m] Cooper or Judas [Bm] Merlin
With some [A#m] niggas from Alabama
[C#m] Birmingham, I need [F] music, so I'm over the street like Eric [A#m] Sermon
Woods, fuck us, maybe we should team up
[F#m]
Anti-golf boys, cause I don't fuck with me [A#m] either
I'm a liar, I'm a faggot
Son, you need Jesus, [F#m] but I heard he left [C#m] Sunset to go to Ruggies [A#m] as well
_ I'm praying for the new Yeezys
[F#m] And you pussies praying that we squash the beef like zucchini
[A#m] I know, it ain't game, nor fame, nor tame
[F#m] Our name, not strange
Y'all faggots, it's golf, wang
_ _ [N] _ _